Category Archives: Anaheim Sucks

Here’s the Thing…

I don’t want to jinx anything, but do you realize that the Stars haven’t lost a game in two weeks?  That’s phenomenal. 

Last night, they rode into Anaheim, hoping for a Duck-hunt.  After some pretty easy matchups (cough, cough Columbus), this felt like the first real challenge the Stars had faced all season.  And they performed amazingly.

Loui set the tone when he scored just 13 seconds into the game, further proving to the world just how awesome he is (and perhaps how little Brad Richards really mattered to his playing ability).  The undeniable star of the night, Loui added an assist on Ribs’ game-winning goal and got another goal himself just a little into the third period. 

Claps for you, Loui.

Kari Lehtonen was excellent yet again.  I don’t know how else I can say it.  He had a lot of pressure on him at the beginning to step up, and he’s done so.  If he keeps this up, he has great potential to be a Vezina candidate.

As much as I like George Parros, his elbow to Barchie wasn’t cool.  He’s not a repeat offender, so he probably won’t be suspended, but I hope he never does it again.

At this point, I guess the Stars are supposed to lose to the Kings tonight.  That will probably happen.  But what if doesn’t?  Damn, this season has been incredible.  We’ve seen some good stuff.  I can’t wait to see what comes of it all.


End of the road?

Oh my.  That was a heartbreaker (backbreaker, too?).  And, quite frankly, I don’t wish to talk about it.  It’s just so tragic.

I mean, I really thought this was the year.  I really did.  I thought that maybe we’d finally be back in the playoffs where we belong.  And now…I’m not so sure about that.  Now, we might be that team.  You know…the one that finishes in ninth place, only like one point shy of a playoff spot.  Yeah.

And I’m sorry for being so pessimistic, but that loss was a really horrible one.  As soon as Selanne tied it up, I felt the tears come, but I calmed down, telling myself they’d still get the two points.  But then, fucking Cam Fowler scored, causing me to burst into tears.

Now, a lot of fans are up in arms.  Some are even threatening to abandon the Stars for this terrible-ness. And me?  Well, I’m physically incapable of leaving them.  I love them too much to ever break up with them.  I mean, I’ll threaten a breakup, but I never actually go through with it.

Anyway…that wasn’t a fun one.  Let’s hope they can redeem themselves tonight.


Close, but no cigar

The first period, I thought, was horrendous.  The Stars were very fortunate that they weren’t down by more than 1-0.  I’ll admit that I went to bed after the first period, because I was tired and put down by their mediocre play.

By the sounds of it, though, they had a nice second period.  But nonetheless, the game was tied by the end of regulation.  In overtime, Lubomir Visnovsky (who is really starting to become something of a Star-Killer) completed his hat trick.

Whatever, Visnovsky.  Whatever.

Once again, Brad Richards and Nick Grossman were out, and we anxiously await their returns. 

Come baaaaaack, bbs.

Next up: tonight against the Snarks.  Er…the Sharks.

I Hate the Pacific.


You do realize that we have yet to beat a Pacific opponent on the road, right?  In fact, we’ve only won one game against a division rival, and that came against Phoenix. 

This just sucks. It’s not that the Stars have been playing horrible, they just can’t catch a break.  From what I heard, refereeing was a bunch of BS against LA, and I’m sure that was the case against Anaheim as Stephane Auger was a ref. 

I don’t really know what to say.  What I want to do is rage and scream that this is the end of the season and we’re going to never win another game and end up with a top-three draft pick.  But I won’t do that; I’m too optimistic for such a thing.

There really haven’t been any plusses to report, unless you count Marc Crawford’s new haircut as a plus.  I don’t really know what to say now.

Dear Stars, Please just win your next game, ok?  Please please please do this.

Make it happen.

In the meantime, let’s get excited for Harry Potter adn the Deathly Hallows!

Why Can’t We Be Friends…

Over at Battle of California, an amusing little blog, commenters named their top 5 most loved and most hated teams.  I’m a list junkie, so I thought I’d throw one together and share it with the world.

My Top 5 Most Loved Teams…

1. Dallas Stars.  Duh.

2. Washington Capitals.  They might choke in the playoffs, but they’re the most exciting team in the league.  Plus, I have this irrational love of Alex Ovechkin and his BFFs, Nicky Backstrom and Sasha Semin.  The Caps are my fall-back team, and I support them on the Stars’ off-nights.

3. Chicago Blackhawks.  I’ve really embraced the Hawks this year.  I don’t know what it is about them, but they’re just so likeable.  From 20 Cent to Captain Serious to the handsome Patrick Sharp, they’re a mixed bag.  Sadly, they’re only half the team they once were.  Now I might have to root for the Atlanta Blackhawks.

4. Tampa Bay Lightning.  I loved B-Rad and his besties, Vinny Lecavalier and my munchkin, Marty St. Louis, back in their Cup year and I still love them. I’m glad that they’re getting better because I really do like them. 

5. Carolina Hurricanes.  My fifth most favorite team is kind of a default.  in case y’all didn’t know, Jussi Jokinen is one of my favorite former Stars ever.  I follow him more so than others partly because I have an easier time rooting for the Canes than, say, Nik Hagman and the Flames.

The 5 Least-Loved…

1. Pittsburgh Penguins. I don’t like teams that get a lot of concessions from the league, like the Bettman Penguins.  My hatred of the Pens is part jealousy, part anger.  I’m jealous that they were able to snag Crosby and malkin because of the lockout.  I’m jealous that they always seem to win everything.  I’m jealous that they have Sidney Crosby.  The anger stems from 1991 and 2009 when they beat a couple of my teams.  I just don’t like them.

2. Anaheim Ducks.  They’re a division rival, and even though we seem to beat them a lot, I still can’t bring myself to like them.  The Ducks are a dirty team with the likes of Chris Pronger, Corey Perry, James Wisniewski, et cetera.  I think the only players I like on Anaheim are George Parros and Jonas Hiller.  I love Teemu Selanne, but his future remains up in the air.

3. Vancouver Canucks.  Alain Vigenault is a whiner.  His whining about every little call irks me to enormous levels.  Then I don’t like Luongo and his arrogance or Burrows and his pestiness.  Plus, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive them for 2007.  Ever.

4. Ottawa Senators.  Part of the hate comes from my masochistic love of the ?Leafs.  By default, I guess I’m supposed to hate the Sens.  And I do.  I can’t even explain why I don’t like them; I guess there are just teams that do that to you.

5. Team Canada.  I have nothing against the country or anything, but I do not like Team Canada’s hockey teams.  It’s no fun watching them win every gold medal that comes their way.  The 2010 World Jr.’s (starring Jack Campbell!) were sweet, sweet revenge.

So.  That’s it.  Back to hockey withdrawal…

The Last Song

You just can’t make this stuff up.   I mean, you really can’t.  The home finale couldn’t have gone more perfectly.   It was amazing in every way possible.

What a way to send Mo, Lehts and Turco off in style.   All three had great games, and were the three stars of the game.  They deserved it.  There aren’t enough words to describe my joy about last night.

To describe it best, last night was irony galore.   I liked the little touch of Mike Modano-wannabe extraordinaire, Bobby Ryan, getting both Duck goals.  I loved that Mo and Lehts were vintage Modano and Lehtinen.  It meant a lot to me as a Stars fan that those two won the shootout for us.

Now, admit it: all you really wanted was for Mike Modano to get a goal in the final home game.  I’ll come right out and say that that’s what I wanted.  It’s what we all wanted.  I think he needed to score one last time at home for us to be satisfied.  I wanted to hear the roar of the crowd and the ovation he got if he scored a goal.  Never mind that his stick was a tad high.  The refs HAD to give it to him.  That’s what you do for a classy player who’s about to hang up the skates.  I cannot stress enough how perfect it was.

Every time that Modano got the puck, you could hear this collective gasp.  Even if it was a mere dump-in, we couldn’t help but get excited.  We wanted that Modano goal bad.  Thank the hockey gods we got it.  And a creative little assist for that matter, as well.  

To be honest, as soon as I saw that we were going to a shootout, my mind went wild.   All I could think about was how wrong it was that it had to end in a shootout loss.  Hiller had been outstanding throughout the game and let’s face it, it hasn’t exactly been a great year for shootouts.  But there was a big part of me that believed we could win it, just for the hell of it.  I knew Mo would shoot and when he made it, I literally jumped out of my seat and started screaming out of happiness.   Then, when I saw Jere getting ready to shoot all I was thinking was, “No.  There is no freakin’ way it’ll end like this.  Nothing goes that perfectly.”  Needless to say, I’m glad I was wrong.

A side note to last night’s game is Philip Larsen who made his debut.  I just wanted to recognize that, since it was obviously overshadowed by Modano, Lehtinen, and Turco.  I liked what I saw from Phil and I’m eager to see him as a full-time Star.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I will cherish April 8, 2010 forever.  Rarely is a meaningless regular season game so compelling, so epic.  I’m so thankful that we the fans got the opportunity to send off three great Dallas Stars, unlike the way we never got to give Sergei Zubov a proper, much-deserved good-bye.   

For twenty seasons, we’ve watched Mike Modano be our franchise.  It’s always been a lot of the same: goals, assists, franchise records, that jersey flapping in the wind et cetera.  Last night, we finally saw the great #9 do something different.

He broke down and cried.

Thanks for everything, Mo, Jere, and Turco.  Thank you so, so much.

Say it with me…


You’d better believe it.

The League Finally Gets It Right

The NHL has suspended James Wisniewski eight games for his hit on Brent Seabrook the other night.  I just wanted to say that Wisniewski completely deserved it.  See for yourself:

I think he’s selling it

That has got to be one of the worst things I’ve ever heard an announcer say.   Shame on Brian Hayward.   That was just horrible of him to say.  The way Seabrook went down was disgusting. 

Wisniewski is a dirtball and that was a dirtball hit.  Think about it: Wisniewski is a defender, and he comes in from the blueline well ahead of speedster, Teemu Selanne.  What does that tell you?

Seabrook himself had had a questionable hit on Corey Perry, but that was nothing compared to Wisniewski’s.  He deserved all eight games.

Thank you, NHL for finally getting it right.