Do: Occasionally react to an especially big goal by skating over to the boards and slamming your body into the end glass. Do not: Attempt this move unless you're sure that you're leaping into actual glass and not just something that's convincingly glass-like, such as Carlo Colaiacovo.
Ken briefly alluded to effects of medications for his upper body injury. Maybe he had the poops. I sure would leave a game and not come back, miss a flight, and take time off if that was my problem. I also wouldn't want to talk about it to the media.
This is, I think, the first time I've seen the poops referred to as well, "the poops." I laughed, and now I feel like a seven-year-old. Thank you for bringing out my inner child.
It just occurred to me: pretty much every one of our forwards not named Datsyuk or Zetterberg, and maybe Alfredsson, could be considered a bottom-six forward. Meaning: our top-six blows. Which I guess we already knew, but yeah.
I really hate taking credit for OT losses. In all reality this team is 9-10 right now. They've only won 9 out of their first 19 games. It's 20 games into the season and this is where you can tell who's who. And the Wings don't look foreal. They're nothing more than a mediocre team.
We're not even mediocre. I wouldn't trust this team to score a single goal against the Sabres or Panthers, let alone beat them.
It may not have seemed like it, but that was an absolutely godawful period. We didn't do a single thing right, except score a goal off a gift-wrapped turnover. We're not playing our possession game. We have no structure. We're not making tape-to-tape passes. We're not establishing a heavy forecheck, or, really, any kind of sustained pressure at all. We are an ungodly mess in the neutral zone, and our own zone, turning the puck over at very nearly every single opportunity.
There is arguably not a single team in the league playing as poorly as we've been playing.