In olden times, victorious warriors would gather in the great mead halls to celebrate battles well fought. They would drink ale, swap war stories, consort with wenches, and tear into massive legs of meat. Our world today is not much different. Sports fans– proxy warriors themselves– return from high-scoring games to gather at a modestly priced, appetizer-crazy sports bar to drink diet soda, talk about the game, flirt with disinterested waitresses, and eat complimentary buffalo wings. Such is the tale tonight.
Gah! On pixel this looked like an easy match up. The Caps, second in the NHL and well atop the Southeast, should be able to lay down the smack on the last-place Canes for the third time this season. That sure as hell did not happen– as the Canes bested the Caps 6-3 and handed the home team their first loss inside the division all season. You could blame it on the distractions from today’s trade, a consistently incompetent defensive squad, or Jose Theodore’s top-heavy prettiness:goalstopping ratio; but the Caps got beat all around the phone booth tonight.
In a somber mood and somewhat nauseated from hot wings, let’s break it down: