That’s how much it cost Flyers coach Ken Hitchcock to watch his team get embarrassed on home ice last night. Nice work, slim.
Yeah, for $10K he also got to watch lead anchor Donald Brashear swat Darius Kasparaitis with his glove a few times, a move that will certainly cost the big goon a few thousand dollars himself and a couple of games to suspension. I guess this is fine for the NHL, though, as Hitchcock is admitting his mistake.
"What's the right way - to take out Jagr?" Hitchcock said when asked if it was the right way to avenge the injury to Gagne. "When your top goal scorer goes out... everybody sees it. Look, there's emotion in the game, and sometimes it spills over."
Wow. I had a rant planned here, but it's not worth it. Let's just say that there's an emotional game, there's questionable coaching decisions, and then there's the type of vindictive crap that leads to things like the Bertuzzi hit and the McSorely stick swinging incident. Hitchcock's player last night made it a point to target another player from the moment he stepped on the ice, and even when he was KILLING his own team, his coach kept putting him out. I don't want to get too personal and judgmental here, but Ken Hitchcock is a big fat guy. Just enormous. Corpulent. How fat is he? Every time someone walks around him, they get one year older. He's huge. Fat and flabby. Just a big bowl of chub.
Anyway, here's some game recaps. Larry Brooks at the new look Post, featuring a handful of brilliant quotes from Kaspar and Tom Renney. Speaking of great quotes, John Dellapina published a great one from Donald Brashear:
"This game is gay now. You can't even do anything anymore. ... They changed the game to favor the superstars. You can't do anything anymore to set some respect out there."
Ummmm ... yeah. Gay game. Immensely gay. According to some people, that might be a little offensive. Then again, what do I know. With my team surprisingly having a four point lead for first place in March, and my superstar player leading the MVP race, I'm actually kinda enjoying the game right now. Clearly, I am gay.
One last summary from Steve Zipay at Newsday, pointing out Kevin Weekes continued great play, as well as Jaromir Jagr being a force of nature right now. With Newsday, you also get to vote in the latest poll, today's being "How fat is Ken Hitchcock?" I voted for "Sci-fi comic fat, with well-formed man-boobs." Be sure to cast your vote.
There's also very little coverage about it, but welcome back to Blair Betts, who scored a key goal and (more importantly) was 10 for 15 on faceoffs. I know that Jagr is the franchise, but there's also something to be said for the role-players that do their job very well.
Be sure to also check out the latest from the Hockeyrodent, who introduces you all to his realTrend statistical analysis. I don't quite get it, but as long as it says things like Rangers #1, I'm a happy fellow.
Around the league, Satan had a baby. No, don't worry, it's not time to start stockpiling water and canned goods in preparation for the apocalypse. It's just means that the Islanders won a game ... which itself might be a sign of the apocalypse. Zing! Ottawa also pounded Washington 7-1. When Ovechkin wins the Calder over gold-medalist Henrik Lundqvist in a few months, I hope we get treated to highlight footage of his shorthanded goal with five-minutes to play when his team was down by seven goals. And Andy Raycroft came back to help the surging Boston Bruins beat Atlanta, 3-2. Thrashers GM Don Waddell might want to start brushing off his resume right now.
Here’s the latest on Hurricane Isiah. This team is literally killing Larry Brown. You know what I want to see? More of those Knicks commercials where they use cardboard cutouts of the players and coaches, only now they reflect the accuracy of the season, so the cutouts look like they’ve been left out in the rain for a few weeks. Nate Robinson is all wrinkled and peeling. One of those idiots poses Stephan Marbury to block a shot and his head comes off. And Larry Brown is frowning on the sideline with a big penis drawn on his cheek. We need this to happen.
Jon Stewart hosts The Oscars this weekend. Squeal! And with a quick look at the nominee list, I'm just glad that Hollywood got back to the thing that it's best known for: rewarding rich white people for looking good. Did I just say that out loud?
There's tons of other news today, but none is more important than this. As much as I like a nipple shot as anyone else, this one looks more like poor Lindsey just got shot by the Mooninite's quad laser. Sorry, guys.
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