Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Dear Diary: Jackpot.



The Coyotes were the tied-up cheerleader to the Flame's Quagmire last night. I mean they are a really, really bad hockey team. In a slump. Completing a back-to-back-game road schedule...

Not to be a wet blanket or anything, because the Flames did in fact win convincingly by improving on a number of areas they were previously sucking the big, syphilitic bone at, but...I can't honestly remember the last time Calgary played such an utterly incompetent opponent. Check that. Incompetent AND demoralized. By the time it was 6-1 and Curtis Joseph was leaping around desperately in his crease to keep his "team" within 5, I actually felt a twinge of outright pity for Gretzky and his players in general. Well, not Morris, but everyone else. Except Jovo.

MadMac covered most of the positives in his post below. I'll hasten to add a very strong showing in the face-off dot was an additional plus (something I've been harping on), not to mention such an impressive spread of scorers on the night: I can't honestly remeber the last time the Flames had 6 different guys tally in the same evening. Yay for secondary scoring!

The game was hardly a perfect one for the home team, despite the score. Calgary still managed to take 9 penalties on the evening, more than half of them in the offensive zone. While the PK was great, one has to conclude that a stronger opponent would have made the Flames pay for their lack of discipline on any other night. Further, I thought Iginla was thoroughly ordinary for two and a half periods and Tanguay reverted back to the pensive play that he showcased earlier in October. I think a return to the second line is in order for him. He and Iginla seem to think too much when they're paired...

But, enough griping. It was nice to get the tied up cheerleader and even better that the Flames had the offensive potency to do something with her (for a change).

As for the Coyotes, I think they have to go back to Edmonton to face the Oilers again. Ugh. I hope MacT's bunch lubes up first; for Gretzky's sake at least.