Wow, Washington and Pittsburgh served up another beauty tonight. At one point in the third period, I recall Gord Miller telling me that there had been four lead changes in the game.
The final two minutes of the 3rd were beyond belief. The slashing penalty that caused all of this called at the blueline by referee Denis Larue was ridiculous in my estimation, and the Caps would have deservedly felt they had been hosed out of the series had the Penguins been able to bang one home on the ensuing power play to win the game. Happily, the hockey gods seem to have a sense of justice in this series – a playful one, one in which the team scoring first does not fare very well – but a sense of justice nonetheless.
And so we come to another Game 7 Wednesday night in D.C., where the faithful will be Rocking the Red for sure and blowing the lid off the joint. Hopefully, the Caps step on to the ice a more determined, prepared and disciplined crew than they did in the last game, or the Crosbys will be the ones smiling broadly during the post-game handshakes.
To try and get some good Capitals (and Varlamov – anybody else think he’s still looking a little shaky?) mojo going for my adopted team once again, here’s another picture of Ovie that I took at a Caps/Lightning game in February.
Ovechkin Plus Puck Equals Da Bomb
p.s: Still working on the tale of my recent adventures – but it was beautiful outside tonight and there was hockey to be watched, so…you get “photographs and meh” instead of the unadulterated awesomeness that naturally evolves from any story in which I collide heavily with objects of even more substantial mass than myself, such as (for example) the Earth.