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Stanley Cup Fever - Round Two May Induce Headaches, Mild Nausea
Friday - May 03, 2002
RALEIGH (NC) – Can you feel it hockey fans—that crisp, palpable surge of energy crackling in places well outside the Metro viewing area. Is it the return of some star athletes that you retired years ago? Maybe. Is it the annual parade of low-end goalies that somehow pull together an unprecedented string of shutouts? Perhaps. Is it another chance for Rangers fans to wonder, “Hey, whatever happened to Stephane Matteau”? Could be. Still haven’t figured it out? What could it be, you ask. Tell me now before I brain you with my Koho, you say. Why it’s Round Two of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, silly. That’s right, round two. The second chapter. The next exciting episode. The saga that follows the first. Dos roundo. Twice the thrills, twice the chills, twice the spills. Round Two. Playoffs, back with a vengeance.
And just how exciting is Round Two for New Yorkers? It’s not! Not in the least. Flat-out boring. Might as well watch fishing shows, the Food Network, or the New Jersey Nets. And now you may ask: why is it so unexciting? Well for starters, the Eastern Conference is featuring three Canadian clubs—two mediocre squads that won by being slightly less inept than their competition, and the other a hobbled unit of goons and petty thugs—and an American McFranchise team from that searing hotbed of hockey known as North Carolina. ESPN must be salivating at what a ratings bonanza an Ottawa-Carolina finals might be. And out West? Four good teams top-heavy with stars that will battle in grueling contests scheduled to end right around the time most of us have to get up to go to work. Is it going to be great hockey? Yup. Stanley Cup caliber? You bet. Is it worth staying up for? Heck no. And why is that? Because you don’t live in Detroit or Colorado, stupid. Do you really want to skip a few hours of sleep just so you can talk about Mike Ricci or Chris Drury at the water cooler tomorrow? Because I sure don’t, and I’ll probably be the one guy watching.
But just in case Mistress Zelda is on sabbatical and you haven’t gotten your weekly punishment in, I’ll preview the second round for all you masochists out there that (like me) lack the discipline for self-flagellation.
Montreal vs Carolina Montreal in Seven.
Toronto vs Ottawa Classic Canada on Canada action, which is good because it means the home crowd won’t boo each other’s national anthem. My guess is that if you’re actually looking forward to this series, you’re also a big fan of backbacon and The Tragically Hip. On the plus side, if you happen to run into Alanis Morisette this weekend, at least you have a decent ice-breaker. Ottawa fields a team of pansy-ass European forwards running the trap, while Toronto plays an hard-nosed aggressive system that Mike Milbury (who once leaped into the stands to beat a fan with his own shoe) called “thuggery”. The keys to this match-up are the same as in a good relationship: goaltending, and whether the Bonk is any good. Bad Bonk means no scoring. Nice series, eh? Try again hosers. Toronto in Six.
Detroit vs St Louis St Louis in Seven.
Colorado vs San Jose Colorado in Six.
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