Mike Green: Game Too?

Prior to Game One of The Crosbys vs. The Ovechkins, I posted a photo I took of Alex Ovechkin in February during our visit to the Sunshine State (otherwise known as the Week We Retired).

Keeping in mind the worldwide influence of this blog, it would seem apparent to me that the appearance of the said photograph directly contributed to the Caps’ victory over their arch-rivals.   No doubt it was my photography that spurred the Gr8 Eight to play up to his potential, begin to justify the hype concerning this series and to chip in a goal to boot.  In addition, I am sure that Simeon Varlamov’s otherworldly performance was his way of attempting to grab the attention of these pages and to earn the posting of an image of his own.

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It's been THIS LONG since I scored. Seriously.

Because the Caps are my adopted team once again this post-season, and because I believe very strongly that the Penguins will play better in Game Two, I am going to use some ninja psychology on the 21-year old Capital netminder:  I am going to decline once again to post his photograph hereabouts.  Instead, I shall post a picture of Calgary speedster and Norris trophy candidate Mike Green.  I am posting this photo of Green because:

  1. It might help him remember what to do if he happens to be involved in a play during which the Capitals advance the puck into the Penguins’ net – unless he’s been drywalling his ceiling at home, it’s been a while since Green has had occasion to raise his arms over his head; and
  2. If the appearance of this photo doesn’t spur Green on to change his approach to the game, a public posting of this image might get it considered for use on the side of the milk carton that will inevitably begin circulating inside the Beltway as those Rockin’ the Red begin to earnestly wonder about Green’s wherabouts.

Seriously, Mike, one shot on goal in twenty-six minutes of ice time and a partially blown coverage that led to your boy Simeon’s masterpiece save just aren’t getting it done right now;  not for a marquee player that the Capitals are depending on.  Anyway, Ovie, Green and their mates better cowboy up and get ready for a different kind of rodeo tonight.

Update 12:10 p.m. : On Frozen Blog is reporting that Capitals defenceman John Erskine left the morning skate early and that the Caps have recalled prospect defensemen Karl Alzner and Tyler Sloan from their AHL affiliate, Hershey (a club that is itself involved in a playoff series, believe it or not against the Penguins’ AHL farm team).  Erskine was half of the duo I saw Boudreau matching up with Sidney Crosby in Game One (Fedorov was Sid the Kid’s shadow by times as well).   Injuries on the blueline to critical personnel combined  with an undoubted sense of urgency among the Penguins to bring a better game mean that the Caps’ task tonight will be significantly more difficult.  I’m pulling for them, but I foresee a Penguins victory tonight following an improved showing from both Crosby and Malkin.

Elsewhere on the Ice Tonight

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Keep on checking to make more checks: Go Spits Go!

A certain Major Junior A team from a certain City located in the extremities of Southwestern Ontario takes to the ice tonight against the Brampton Batallion for Game 3 of the Ontario Hockey League Championship Final.  I have had some difficulty getting the live streaming audio from CKLW AM 800 to work properly for me throughout the OHL playoffs;  I am hoping that won’t be the case tonight.  Obviously, I have a choice to make – Crosbys vs. Ovechkins or Spits/Batallion.  I think I’ll probably watch the NHL game on the tube and try to record the Spits broadcast using Freecorder;  then I’ll listen to the .mp3 of the Spits game broadcast on my iPod when I go to bed.  How far indeed – and yet not so far at all – we have come from those days falling asleep listening to Dave Quinn’s call of the game over my crystal radio set.  The technology has changed radically;  35 years later, I’m still looking forward to the excitement of the Spits on the radio.

Two Down, Two to Go + More

As it turned out, I wasn’t able to make it to tonight’s Spitfire/Batallion match, the second of the OHL best-of-seven final.  I had looked into buying tickets earlier in the week, but work concerns had me wondering whether I’d be able to get out early enough to make it down the 403 in time for the game.  My concern was justified, as it was half past six again tonight before we were able to straggle out of the office.

I didn’t even get a chance to listen via Internets radio.

Windsor won, 5-3.  Game three is back in the Rose City on Monday.  I have purchased tickets for Wednesday night’s game, and I am hoping – without jinxing anything – that the J. Ross Robertson Cup will be making an appearance on the ice that night.  It would be nice to see the Spits book their ticket to Rimouski for this year’s Memorial Cup.

Unrelated bonus humour, brought to you at my expense:

I have been experiencing some soreness in my right shoulder.  Nothing serious, but enough of an annoyance to cause the occasional gasp as a stealthy stabbing pain sneaks up and punches me in the mind.  Spouse was theorizing that this might be resulting from Lord Henry’s recent decisions concerning the sleeping arrangements – always cuddled up tight against my ample girth, he has been moving progressively closer to my pillow over the last couple of weeks.  I was telling her that on one particular early morning, Henry was nestled into the “crook of my shoulder”.

Spouse looked at me, not comprehending.

“You know, the crook of your shoulder,” I said, pointing to the general area in question.

“What’s the crook of your shoulder?” she asked.

“You know, the crook” I said, frustration beginning to creep into my voice.

“Are you talking about your armpit?” she asked.

“Uhhh, yeah.  Armpit.  Armpit is a hard word to remember, you know.”

OHL Championship Update

A quick mention, before I head off to work, that the Windsor Spitfires destroyed the Brampton Batallion 10-1 in the first game of their OHL Championship series last night. The crowd at the new WFCU Centre must have been thrilled. I am hoping to go to game 2 of the series Friday night in Brampton to cheer the Spits on to victory.