Posts Tagged Under ‘Pittsburgh Penguins’
Penguins-Flyers Game 2
Back for the second time this weekend:
- As much as I love seeing a Penguins goal, watching the Flyers get angry and frustrated is even more rewarding.
- I can see now that neither team is going to physically overpower the other on the way to victory, and that the series is really going to turn on turnovers and injuries. (How much does Philly miss Kimmo Timonen right now?) While they have some bruisers, I hadn’t thought of the Penguins as a roster-wide band of tough guys, but they’re all hanging right in there with one of the league’s biggest and toughest rosters.
- I have a new respect for Tyler Kennedy after watching him completely whale on Scott Upshall. It’s rare to see a guy throwing punches that fast in an NHL fight.
- Both Biron and Fleury are playing on some crazy, ethereal-goaltending tip.
- It was a little less ethereal, though, when Biron got away with pulling a goal back out of the net.
- Ian Altenbaugh: I agree.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Penguins-Flyers Game 1
Ron Cook is being a little too optimistic in his Post-Gazette column today, but I agree it was a dominant performance by the Pens last night. I have to give it up to Evgeni Malkin, who not only had two goals (including that blistering slap-shot from about ten feet) but put a big hit on Braydon Coburn and jumped right in when Derian Hatcher tried to get a fight going. The guy is unquestionably the Penguins’ playoff MVP and seems only to be improving. It’s still par for the Flyers course to lose Game 1 in these playoffs, so we’ll see.
An odd moment of the night was when one of the announcers was talking about RJ Umberger growing up in Pittsburgh in the ’80s. “Growing up around here in Pittsburgh, idolizing Mario Lemieux in Lemieux’s greatest days — man, it’s unimaginable what that would be like.” Yes, what Pittsburgh native between the ages of 20 and 35 could ever imagine what it would be like to live in such a fantasy land.
Hillary, Penguins, Romantic Comedies, Fruit, Moving
It’s been a while since something substantive. So here you go:
- Hillary’s defeat in Indiana and North Carolina is, as previously mentioned, a Pyrrhic victory for the Obama camp. I can’t predict if she’ll quit early–I personally think she won’t, and will ride it out to the convention’s bitter end–but it almost doesn’t matter. Things that happen early in the campaign are dug up and kept around until the end–anyone remember “I voted for it before I voted against it?”–and Hillary has beaten up enough on Obama already that there’s little left unsaid. I do think McCain’s proxies will bring back the secret-Muslim thing because it’ll play a lot better with Republicans in the sticks than it has so far with Democrats. Despite Hillary’s “He’s not a Muslim, as far as I know,” statement, the Indonesian childhood and Kenya photo really haven’t been hammered too much. The funny thing about that will be that Obama’s taken so much flack for being too close to a Christian pastor, and now he’s about to be hit for not even being Christian. The fun of election season!
- I think Hillary’s surprise effect on Obama was that he came into the race expecting the negative stuff to come out only in the general-election phase, and that he could actually use the negativity against the Republicans. (”Same old G.O.P. character-assassination shit while they let the country die,” etc. etc.) But then when Hillary started throwing kitchen sinks, he couldn’t very well take the line that, “This party is no good for you; look how negative they are.”
- For people who liked my Crosby piece, or people who didn’t, here’s what I think about the series:
- I like the offense’s chances against Biron. Biron has faced significantly more shots–an average of 32.91 shots per game in the playoffs, vs. Fleury’s 28.44 average–but he hasn’t played against a team with as much line depth as the Pens. Washington and Montreal both have great players, but not as much consistency across multiple lines. Eventually a goalie is going to get weary of being sprayed with pucks, and after two rounds that might be now.
- Kris Letang, Georges Laraque and Brooks Orpik are going to be the big factor in beating up (perhaps literally) Derian Hatcher and protecting Crosby and Malkin. I think the Flyers might have things in toughness, though definitely not in talent. (Though I would take Briere on Pittsburgh anyday.) Big Georges (that’s singular), you are the man, but please tell your web guy that your site needs an update reflecting the six years since the 2001-02 season.
- I thought about buying tickets to a game in Philly, being that it’s so close, but then I do value my life. Seriously, Philadelphians: I have never not picked up an incredibly angry vibe while traveling through your town. You don’t have to be stuck on how you became a has-been town once the 1770s ended. People call Pittsburgh a has-been town all the time, but you don’t see us throwing batteries and snowballs. (Except at Dave Parker.) For real: it’s time to find a new, friendlier identity.
- Today the Mrs. went to see Made of Honor, starring Lucius Vorenus and Dr. Octagon of “Grey’s Anatomy”. Fortunately I had to work, so I was spared the trip. I was later informed that the movie was a great example of what I hate most about romantic comedies: the innocent victim.
The innocent victim is exactly what he (usually a he) sounds like: somebody who does absolutely nothing wrong, but gets dumped (often at the altar!) simply because he’s not the star. Lucius Vorenus’ character was apparently smart, handsome, successful, athletic and considerate, yet he still got dumped right in the middle of his vows so some reluctant lurker could come along and steal the show. Then the movie ends, and we’re supposed to be happy that some homewrecker ran roughshod over the type of dependable dude who keeps this great nation running. (This MSNBC article does a good job of illustrating this.) “But he just wasn’t right for her,” the ladies are saying. So? How do you know he realized that? Even Patrick Dempsey himself played this role, in Sweet Home Alabama (ugh). Other famous examples are Bill Paxton in Sleepless in Seattle and that other “Grey’s Anatomy” dude playing a weird Italian guy in The Wedding Planner (a really, really, really awful movie). Life is unfair, but these movies want us to cheer when this is demonstrated to us yet again. F that.
And to any dudes who won’t accompany the ladies to these movies because it’s “gay”: have fun dying alone.
- Fruits, in descending order of great-tastingness:
- Watermelon
- Cherry
- Blueberry
- Grape
- Apple
- Pear
- Orange
- Finally, I’ve buried the lede here, but we’re moving to Chicago in two weeks. I’ll be there this summer before Michigan, then plan to find a job there again in 2010 after graduation. I forgot to inform the readership that I will once again be based in the land of Vienna Beef and US Cellular Field. Word to Sean Connery in The Untouchables.
Hockey Piece on Slate
My piece on Sidney Crosby and hockey’s TV fix just posted today to Slate. Go check it out if you’re into the NHL, and even if you’re not, there’s stuff in there for you too.
Bring on the Rangers
NHL.com informs me that the Flyers just won Game 7 over the Capitals in overtime tonight, 3-2. I had to check that online because the game is inexplicably blacked out here in DC. It was a home game, so maybe it didn’t sell out. But I can’t find any explanation online, so if I were a Capitals fan, I would sure be mad pissed.
What really matters is the Penguins defeating the Rangers, and particularly fashion maven Sean Avery. I’ve watched this about ten times and still can’t believe your boy thought to do what he did:
Avery already has a history with Crosby, too.
I can’t think of some clever fashion-industry diss on Avery, but I’m sure one is out there somewhere — the web is a large place. Go Pens!
Pens - Sens Game 1 and Other Playoff Predictions
4-0 = the shiz.
- That goal by Petr Sykora to go up 2-0 gets eight phats for pure two-on-one perfect-shot goodness.
- Marc-André Fleury’s performance gets fourteen phats.
- Multiple fights? Surprising!
- Martin Gerber gives up too many rebounds. Ray Emery mostly beats people up, so his goaltending value is dubious, but he does know how to keep the puck under control. And Gerber has a plain goalie mask: unless you’re Dominik Hasek, that’s a recipe for failure. This sure isn’t the Stanley Cup finals team from last year.
And now for my quick predictions:
Eastern Conference
Pittsburgh-Ottawa: 4-1 Penguins
Montreal-Boston: 4-2 Canadiens
Washington-Philadelphia: 4-3 Flyers
New York-New Jersey: 4-0 Rangers (sadly)
Western Conference (which admittedly I barely follow)
Detroit-Nashville: 4-1 Red Wings
San Jose-Calgary: 4-3 Flames
Colorado-Minnesota: 4-2 Avalanche
Anaheim-Dallas: 4-3 Ducks
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