WE WON!
The nightmare road trip is finally over! Even though February isn't quite, it might as well be as the Sharks FINALLY returned home to the friendly confines of HP Pavilion last night. There was much discussion on how they might rebound, or not, from their 2-6-1 plane broken trade in air trip from hell while facing the Flyers and the consensus was that it didn't matter how, the Sharks just needed to win. Jamie Baker pointed out that traditionally, trams coming off a long roadie do poorly their first game back home. This was quite simply not an option for the Sharks. The Yotes had already taken over 1st in the division, and while their hold isn't too strong, 4 points back is a lot worse than 2. I don't think any of us knew what to expect, but what we hoped for was a barn burner. Ran the Flyers out of town 20 to nothing, magically earn 15 points and move to the top of the division once again. What we got was a nail biter of a 1-0 game.
After Clowe scores 1:22 seconds into the first period, it became a battle to our tun the clock. Usually 1-0 games are boring but this game was a fight all the way through. There was some real concern with the goaltending battle being an unsteady Nemo versus an equally unsteady Bryzgalov, but one figured it would be way more of a blow out. Nemo decided to surprise us all and play they way we all have HOPED he could play, and was nuts in his crease, blocking everything and anything that came his way. Damn, he put on a show. A clinic even. It was nuts. Sadly, Brzyglov seemed ot be paying attention to Nemo as well, and after letting that one early goal in, he didn't let in a gatdamn thing for the rest of the night. The Flyers just kept pushing. By the end there, I was pretty sure I was going to collapse, it was so stressful. It just kept looking like the Flyers were going to score. Thank the hockey gods, they didn't.
Bring your diapers and paper bags with you tomorrow night. The Buffalo Sabres are in town, and you might need them.
After Clowe scores 1:22 seconds into the first period, it became a battle to our tun the clock. Usually 1-0 games are boring but this game was a fight all the way through. There was some real concern with the goaltending battle being an unsteady Nemo versus an equally unsteady Bryzgalov, but one figured it would be way more of a blow out. Nemo decided to surprise us all and play they way we all have HOPED he could play, and was nuts in his crease, blocking everything and anything that came his way. Damn, he put on a show. A clinic even. It was nuts. Sadly, Brzyglov seemed ot be paying attention to Nemo as well, and after letting that one early goal in, he didn't let in a gatdamn thing for the rest of the night. The Flyers just kept pushing. By the end there, I was pretty sure I was going to collapse, it was so stressful. It just kept looking like the Flyers were going to score. Thank the hockey gods, they didn't.
Bring your diapers and paper bags with you tomorrow night. The Buffalo Sabres are in town, and you might need them.
