Thinking about how best I could recap the Islanders vs. Kings game last night, I immediately realized that I could probably do so in less than 15 words: King scores, so does a guy named Brock. Kings lose in shootout. Being able to summarize events so concisely, I now realize, is a useful skill in the age of such laziness. But it was also a very useful skill to have back when people were telegraphin’ each other.
King scores STOP So does guy named Brock STOP Kings blow it in Shootout STOP
Alas, this is a blog, and simply riding that statement would really do anything for the readers.
I’ve long said it, but there is no team in the NHL that scores as many ugly goals as the Kings. Problem is, the Kings have won the Stanley Cup twice in three years, so that argument really doesn’t mean anything anymore. As noted, the Kings scored once last night, leaving everyone wondering “what happened?” Well, Dwight King was wondering the same exact thing.
I half-expect Bob Miller to flip out one of these days after one of those confounding goals. Then again, he was the play-by-play man for some pretty dreadful seasons, so I don’t think those type of things phase him any more.
Never Gets Old
Brock Nelson tied things up following King’s stick/foot/knee deflection on a goal that left Jon Quick, well, confused. On the powerplay, he found a whole between Quick and the post–something goalies are taught to defend at a pretty young age, I’d imagine–and snuck it in.
Jim Fox was not amused.
The shootout did not go as planned. I’ll save you the specifics, but it involved the Kings not putting the puck behind the goalie, and the Islanders doing the exact opposite.
An elite goalie knows the proper time and place to break his stick over the post.
Russians, man
Beer?
I may be the only person under the age of 50 that enjoys gin.
I saw this band at The Roxy in West Hollywood on Monday. They killed it.
I haven’t forgotten about #BlackShuck2015, and neither should you.