|Columbus 3 - Detroit 0|
9-12-4, 14th in Western Conference,
6th overall draft pick (and 15th & 16th!)
|Because that's what|
friends are for.
Now, today's game. Take a moment to marvel at this...
I'm glad that circumstance forbade me from blogging this recap immediately after the game because it took a little while to sink in. And I think I can best characterize this plastering of the Red Wings as nothing other than an Enema Game. You know, one of those games where all the vitriol and bad juju is expelled...leaving you with a combined feeling of exhilaration and relief.
Think about it: In the 12 seasons of CBJ hockey, the team had NEVER won a season series over the Red Wings. That ended today. And it wasn't just that it happened, though. It was HOW it happened. This was a rout. It didn't start that way, but it sure ended up as a rout.
A rout. A rout of the Detroit Red Wings. Damn. Is it the End of Days?
We can go back and forth about how the Red Wings are a shadow of their Stanley Cup-accumulating selves of years past (They are), but that's not important today. For as I find myself reminding all the fans of
Enough of the emoting, let's get on with the distribution of beverages. And while I don't profess to have the extensive beer knowledge of, say, Greg or Morgan, I'll try to keep pace with special beers for today's special people. My friends raised the six-pack bar, I tell ya!
|The Six Beers of the Apocalypse?|
Of course, a discussion of scoring can't pass up a mention that the Red Wings did not score a goal. Schadenfreude, baby.
|With 30 saves and a little goal support,|
Bob notched the first shutout of his NHL career.
Yet simply saying, "Bob was great" doesn't go nearly far enough. Y'see, I noticed when I got back that the CBJ were playing at the fourth-best clip in the NHL while I was in sometimes-sunnier climes. The part that I couldn't understand was "How?" Watching today's game, I think I have a better idea: Team defense.
It appears to me that head coach Todd Richards and his staff have given up on any Scott Arniel fever dreams of the "Insane Clown Posse" offensive scheme where the everything plus the kitchen sink was thrown into the offensive zone on the premise that the team was gonna score goals, darnit (except when they didn't). That scheme often left just a solitary defender back to help make Steve Mason look feckless in the face of an overwhelming opposition rush. Richards' plan is almost the exact opposite: He throws three and four players back into defensive coverage as soon as the bad guys cross their own blue line. Passing lanes are scrambled. Scoring lanes are stuffed up. The pressure on Bob is minimal. The CBJ score a goal or two, lock down the defensive zone and leave with another razor-tight win. It ain't pretty, but the results are what they are.
So let's be honest with ourselves. Bob had a good game, but the scheme was designed to make sure he had a good game.
|Snoop Dogg sez to drink up, Monster...|
because you won't be seeing the ice again for a while.
|Did you know that Stroh's made|
ice cream to get through prohibition?
(The More You Know!)
Worse yet (and reason to give him a six-pack of his own to drown his sorrow), BABCOCK'S LOBBYING THE OFFICIALS DIDN'T GET HIM ANYWHERE. Seriously, how long has it been since the Red Wings couldn't bully the refs into getting at least a makeup call? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Might as well fire the coach...
|When your poster child sits in the sin bin,|
you'd better start looking for The High Life...
I'm not kidding. PAVEL DATSYUK TOOK A PENALTY.
HE SAT IN THE PENALTY BOX.
I don't care that it was a delay of game call for chucking a puck over the glass.
DATSYUK TOOK A PENALTY.
That's it. Armegeddon is upon us. I'm emptying my checking account tomorrow and moving into the hills.
6. How can I overlook perhaps the penultimate sign of the apocalypse: Vinny Prospal pointing to the heavens on Justin Abdelkader and reminding the "Nowhere close to what the Red Wings used to be" forward that the Blue Jackets were up 3-0?
That's right. Prospal went scoreboard. My heart is a-flutter.
|Many thanks to @Wiccy for posting this GIF on her Tumblr page. It is so full of awesome.|
OK, let's wrap this up. There's no way that anyone in their mind can say that the CBJ were outworked this afternoon, so let's put that silly notion to rest right now.
NEXT UP: Sunday afternoon at 5 (That's 4 o'clock for those of you who forget to change your clocks) in Detroit for a rematch against today's foe.
I must admit just a little trepidation over this game. For I vividly recall March 7, 2009, when the Blue Jackets dropped a gaudy eight goals on the Red Wings at Joe Louis Arena. Babcock used the memory of that game like a riding crop with his team for the rest of the season and through the first round of the playoffs - when the Wings cleaned the Blue Jackets' clock in their only playoff appearance ever.
Again, let's be clear: The Wings are not the same team that they were in 2009. A win on Sunday would go a long way in assuaging those fears. Still, Babcock is one shrewd character. I wouldn't put it past him to do it again...especially as I understand that Jimmy Howard is going to be in goal.