lhsgolf19
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He’s been tremendous since being put with 71 and 23Not trolling. He’s a net negative to the lineup and an offense killer.
He’s been tremendous since being put with 71 and 23Not trolling. He’s a net negative to the lineup and an offense killer.
I thought Kasper was playing the puck correctly. Tarasenko also playing the puck and having no idea there was a man behind him was the issue.I disagree. He was definitely in range to make an effort for a defensive play.
I am not condoning it once the play went to shit, I just don't think he had a lot left in his legs to burst across. He still should have tried, typically you can count on him doing that.I disagree. He was definitely in range to make an effort for a defensive play.
If Detroit wins this, it will HAVE to be 4-2. Sharks can not score another goal.
We have to win by 2.What happens if it's 3-2?
Oh. I think I may have misunderstood you.I am not condoning it once the play went to shit, I just don't think he had a lot left in his legs to burst across. He still should have tried, typically you can count on him doing that.
Tarasenko's job is to force the play to the wall, if Kasper cannot free the puck in the double team he is to shade towards the middle to protect danger sweeping across and checking the ice. Instead he goes for a skate, he isn't the first NHL player to do it, in fact I would guess almost all of them have. It's an unfortunate sequence, he also likely gets bailed out if the goalie hasn't torched his groin so many times he has to pick up his leg instead of sliding to seal the post.
Then everyone gets a puppyWhat happens if it's 3-2?
Then everyone gets a puppy
Oh. I think I may have misunderstood you.
I definitely think Tank made a bad play. You’re right though it was an all around poopy play.
Did Kasper think it was offside on that 2nd goal? He literally didn't make any effort to get over and he could've easily done so. I'm very confused.
Beautiful.So let me take you into the Red Wings locker room:
A pall hangs over the room as McLellan glowers in silence; he lights a Chesterton and flicks the spent match into Copp's face -- without a flinch he allows the ember to hiss and die in his sweat.
McLellan lunges forward and grasps Tarasenko by his dangly bits, and lifts him off the floor, pinning him to the wall, drops him, and next moves on to Kasper. No words are spoken during this intermission; the only utterances are guttural screams and primal grunts. Just before the start of the second period McLellan snuffs out his Chesterton in the blood that's pooled on the floor.