I did not expect that. And let’s be honest, did any of us? We fucking OWNED that game. Last night was full of personal expectations for me that were not met. I expected to cry when I saw Mike Modano, but I didn’t even shed a tear. I expected the Wings to obliterate us, but instead we showed them the Dallas stars Blitzkrieg.
We had goals from the guys we need goals from- Brad Richards, Brenden Morrow, Loui (LOUI) Eriksson, and James “Real Deal” Neal. Fun fact: Brenden Morrow is among the league leaders in goals, Brad Richards is a leader in points assists, and plus-minus, and we’re 3-0. Kari Lehtonen was a solid presence in the net. We were outshot, and Kari performed magnificently. Oh, and the PK wasn’t as atrocious as it was. I mean, we only let in one goal on the PK. That’s progress.
Mark Fistric was a monster, as evidenced by this hit to Johan Franzen that has the Wings camp in an uproar:
Franzen left and is rumored to have a concussion. But never fear, it was a totally clean hit. Fishsticks hits people to play the game, unlike guys like James Wisniewski who hurt guys to settle this sick desire to hurt people. But that’s just my opinion.
The Stars were the better team last night, and they showed it by doing the little things. I was really proud of them. Bottom line, we’re three-and-oh, bitches. Stats are useless; the only one that matters is wins. Obviously the Stars will fall back to Earth sometime, but I want to enjoy this wondeful feeling while it lasts. It’s fun being at the top.
Finally, here’s some Modano footage, including an interview:
Nest up, we play the Blues. The big question is, Will the Stars finally crash back down to Earth? Or will they keep up this shocking run?
Let’s make it happen. GO STARS.