Reading any Denver paper today, or any Avalanche-themed blog, or any Twitter account remotely connected to the team, you would learn a few things. Avalanche fans, players, and team hack journalists are pissed. Pissed because their darlings were manhandled Thursday in a way no decent NHL team should ever be.* Pissed because their team did nothing to avenge a disappointing playoff loss with even a hollow opening night defeat (hereby known as “pulling a San Jose”). Pissed because Matt Cooke hasn’t been flayed, run through a meat-grinder, and scattered around the continent while his family watches. Yes, that last sentence was harsh, but not nearly as harsh as some of the things said about Cooke on social media by folks within the Silver State since Thursday. Continue reading
The Wild are in a unique spot, in terms of the long-running narrative of the team. For years The Wild scrapped around in the NHL trash-bin for offensive talent with which to build a team, with minimal success. Their drafting was spotty at best, and late in the Risebrough era became downright unwatchable. They had no ammunition to pull of trades of any significance, and Minnesota was akin to Calgary in terms of a destination spot for free agents.
That left Wild fans having to watch an inordinate amount of bottom six (or worse, minor league replacement-level) forwards mis-cast as scorers. Jeremy Stevenson on a second line.* 77 fabulous games of Nick Johnson. Antti Miettinen playing on the top unit for multiple years. I literally woke up one day to watch the Wild playing on national television a few years ago and thought “well, at least Chad Rau is playing today.” True story. Continue reading
Matt Cooke’s statement to the media about his suspension.
Sigh. Continue reading
The NHL suspended Matt Cooke for seven games on Wednesday night, the deeply unsurprising result of his kneeing incident with Tyson Barrie on Monday night. Continue reading
First of all, apologies for not posting after game 2 (I know the world was waiting with rapidly dwindling patience). I was busy reffing flip cup at a charity tournament for breast cancer, which is actually a totally true sentence from start to finish, so after watching the game on Saturday night I was too gassed to write anything. Anyway, here’s what my recap of game 2 would have been: