Cheer Up

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The Washington Capitals are 4-6-0 in their last 10 games. Coach Hunter has won only three games, two of them against the Senators. The team sits in 12th place in the Eastern Conference– behind Florida, Toronto, and the dirty ‘Peg. They’re in 25th place in goals against per game and 24th in penalty kill percentage.

Two-time MVP Alex Ovechkin is ranked 61st in goal-scoring, behind several players with concussions. Tomas Vokoun is 26th in Sv% and 31st in goals against. Alex Semin is in a four-way tie for the minor penalty pennant. Plus, that whole rally balloon thing went nowhere.

Caps fans are sad, anxious, and cranky. There’s a lot to be upset about, but we’re going to put it all aside for a moment.

This article is designed to cheer you up.

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The Puck Drop: Lesson – don’t waste all your good rival city bile in your first pregame post. You may get the hahas, but it doesn’t leave you much room for new jokes. Lesson: as we continue to repeat until GMGM hears us, there are two Caps teams. One team is Ninja Master, the other is Donkey Kong. There is no telling which will show up, and this must be fixed.

Lesson: do NOT write mouthy, taunting blog posts your team (or butt) cannot cash.

Lesson: if a team is going to win, it will win as a team. The Caps seem to have a hot-shot mentality of late; namely they play really well, until something unexpected happens. Not a first goal, as we seem to play better if we’re just one down, but a second, surprise goal. At that point you can almost see the shoulders schlump, the feet get leaden and the team lose heart, players scrambling to pump the sinking ship (almost like how and fans Verizon last night). Panic does not become a great team. Keep calm and carry on.

All of this is to say: we must be humble if we are to be great.

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