Nowhere Near A Knight In Shining Armor

By Trapp

Princess Crosby played hockey last night. And as expected, a lot of bullshit came from him. Taking multiple runs at Ryan McDonagh towards the end of the game. Got McDonagh with two elbows up high and a stick under the visor.

He’s easily one of the dirtiest/cheap players in the game. He of course starts a fight at the final buzzer when the game was finished and his minion Chris Kunitz comes in blindsiding Moore and taking him to the boards. Patrick Hornqvist (who I liked when he was in Nashville) has turned into a complete joke, as did James Neal when he went to Pittsburgh. Hornqvist had Hagelin in a headlock for about 20 seconds on the ice and Crosby was being detained by a ref.

We’ve already had a post recently about the distaste for Princess Crosby but how is this kid the face of the NHL? He’s not even a kid anymore. He’s 27 year old man who I wouldn’t even want an autograph from. Night in and night out whining and complaining to referees, diving. For a guy who has missed a significant amount of hockey already in his career due to concussion, he sure likes target player’s heads to deliberately hurt them.

Maybe McDavid will have some class by the time he plays 9 seasons in the NHL.

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Johnston Kickin It Up A Notch In Today’s Practice

  

By Trapp

I love what Dan Rosen writes for NHL.com and what he posts on twitter. All good stuff. I stumble across this and it gave me a good chuckle. I don’t even think this is meant to be funny but to me, it is.

Picturing Johnston explaining to his players what the next drill will consist of and him bein like ‘YO IM GONNA PRETEND TO BE STAAL ON THIS ONE!’

Johnston’s a fuckin weasel who most likely will be fired when the Rangers knock the Penguins out in a couple days. Although I must say he has fit in quite well with the organization in terms of whining a lot ala El Capitano Crosby and always bitching to the refs. 

  

Johnny G With the Blunder And I’m Completely OK With It

  

By Trapp

Game 3 of the Rangers-Penguins series is in the books.

Rangers have 2-1 series lead.

MSG with the post game goin. Al Trautwig sends it along to John Giannone for closing remarks like a routine night’s work.

Johnny Boy had a bit of a slip up.

Maybe he felt he had a better line to use or maybe he wanted to scrap the whole fuckin thing and go with the logical approach in shooting it again. Well MSG fucked up and that shit aired and it’s awesome. Giannone can’t do any wrong in my book because he’s simply the fuckin man.

At least they didn’t blast audio from porn on your TV the way Nashville did during the regular season.

Doud wasn’t there this night.

Straight Fire: “New” Penguins Alt Uni

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By Doud

People in P-Town pined in perpetuity for proper Penguin throwbacks rocked when Cups were poppin on the regular.  Pittsburgh Gold put on the posterior of Pascal (Dupuis) and Paul (Martin) like back in the period of Pietrangelo and Paek. Professionals in the Penguin office were prepared to be persuaded by public pushes for previous era threads.  These punks aint impersonating.  West Penn put your palms toward planes!  Past is present in P-Burgh.

PS how long til these are their regular unis? I give it a year.

PPS: Saigon aint got shit on me:

Glen Sather Deserve Credit For Staying The Course

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By Doud

 

There was a time in March 2011 while in attendance at MSG for a loss to St. Louis yours truly started a chant from the old 300’s on the 7th Ave end which quickly spread like wild fire through the Garden Faithful.  It wasn’t the first time it had been heard under the famous ceiling above Penn Station; at the time an all too familiar ode to the man with perhaps the best job security on the island of Manhattan.  “Fire Sather” had a good ring to it, and given the mediocre product that had graced the ice for a third straight season with what seemed no hope to a fruitful ending any time soon, and preceded by a decade’s worth of little to no reward, the blame and vitriol be felled the broad shoulders of the smug and stealth general manager directly sitting just a couple stories above my location that evening.

 

There was a foolish movement around that time which gained steam through social media on the interweb to stage a protest outside the 9 story cylinder on the corner of 7th and 33rd, to which of course a scant few actually showed up for.  Over Glen Sther’s now 14 year run at the helm of the New York Rangers much criticism has been lobbed his way for a perceived mismanagement of a club with lofty expectations that had come to ruins in the years following it’s only championship in the past 73 years.  Ranger fans are starved for another sip from Lord Stanley’s Holy Grail, especially having to endure such greatness in recent times from a certain team from the swamp.  However, as the club on this day sits one win from reaching the Stanley Cup Finals, one must laud the cigar sucking mastermind for his diligence in crafting this club on the precipice of glory.

 

Throw it back to July/August of 1995 for a moment.  Rangers President and GM Neil Smith had just watched his team be discarded by the bigger, stronger force that was the Philadelphia Flyers.   The Rangers had lost much of their own muscle following their ’94 Cup parade, and those that remained seemed still battle wounded from said excursion.  The thought was that Smith must retool the depth and mettle on the roster to combat the broad street Bullies.  After an attempt to acquire Shayne Corson from the Blues went awry, out went Sergei Zubov and Petr Nedved for a return of Luc Robitaille and Ulf Samuelsson from Pittsburgh.  Later that season at the deadline Smith would spin the roulette wheel again as he had in ’94 dealing Mattias Nordstom, Nathan Lafayette, Ray Ferraro and Ian Laperierre to LA for Jarri Jurri, Marty McSorley and Shane Churla.  The result?  Yet another second round loss, this time at the hands of a highly skilled and speedy Penguins squad, a team he helped bolster with the likes of Nedved and Zubov.  The muscle he acquired sacrificed to the offensive flow and speed due to rash decisions to what happened against Philly a year before.

 

Glen Sather’s entire regime has been predicated by attempts to field a squad with solid offensive depth.  While that took a brief back seat in the waning years of John Tortorella, the 2013-’14 incarnation is result of a gradual process which has taken place over the past 14 years.  After being handily dispensed at the hands of the much stronger Boston Bruins last year, one might have anticipated such moves to acquiesce to that style of play, which could have become a detriment in the Conference Final series which the Rangers find themselves up 3-1 heading into game 5 tonight in Montreal.  the Canadiens play an open, quick transition game which is a match-up that favors this Rangers squad coached by the calm demeanor and offensive mastermind that is Alain Vigneault, and iced by a multitude of offensive weapons both up front and on the back end.  This team has the depth and skill to perhaps lift the chalice.

 

If one does not learn from history, he is doomed to repeat it.  All Ranger fans should thank Glen for sticking to his laurels, as well as be thankful some chants fall on deaf ears.

Pittsburgh Had 8 Guys On The Ice And Probably Thought It Was OK

By Trapp

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Lemieux and Bylsma both know they got the league by their balls and can get away with everything and they can do, as Billy Idol once said, “pretty much anything we want…”

Bylsma didn’t hit ‘Ask Madden’ last night, he straight up said fuck it lets put 8 guys on the ice. Plus the goalie makes 9 players, that’s literally the biggest too many men penalty that I’ve ever seen in my life. There’s also a player climbing over the boards too. Granato was like “Yo go out there.”

A penalty was actually called too….

I know right.