Bruins.
If I had to go up against Chara, I'd be so scared, I'd probably poop in my pants. Or cry my way to the locker room. *cough* Carey Price *cough* cough*
Sing with me. Nah-nah-nah-nah. Nah-nah-nah-nah. Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye.
Game 2 was just a complete slaughter and embarrassment to every Hab fan known to mankind. Actually, this year's team is the real embarrassment. I'd be utterly shocked if they made it past this round. Happy 100th anniversary Montreal.
Not that I'm complaining or anything...
And just for kicks... A Bruin fan trying to steal Captain K's stick. Bravo.
But this series goes to the Big Bad Bruins. Yeah, they're kicking ass this year. Plus, I'd jump Blake Wheeler and Milan Lucic in a second.
The Boy Next Door
vs.
The Bad Ass
Lucic's suspension just makes him that much more of a BAMF.
"While it is unclear whether Lucic's glove or stick makes contact with Lapierre, what is clear is that he delivered a reckless and forceful blow to the head of his opponent" - NHL Senior Executive Vice President of Hockey Operations Colin Campbell
Personally, I think this whole thing is total BS, but Looch should just take the suspension as a champ and add it to the collection of his bad assness.
I don't know. You decide...
So let's kick it old school boys, and finish this one up.
Washington Capitals vs. New York Rangers
Rangers.
Ovechkin= DENIED AND FEELIN' IT.
&
King Henrik= the almighty savior of the Rangers. They should bow down to him before every game. Hell, if they win this series, he should get a freaking shrine in the locker room.
Leading the series 2-0, the Rangers will be back at Madison Square Garden for the next two games and it's just home stretch from there... if they can keep shutting down the Caps.
But god knows, Ovie and Co., will not go down without a fight... or some butt kicking.
But I'm hoping to see more of Sean Avery's beautiful face in the playoffs. Perhaps some more shaking the butt and hand waving in the face of goaltenders this year? Or just having a friendly chat will also do.
Feel the playoff love.
New Jersey Devils vs. Carolina Hurricanes
Devils.
How can you not root for the ZZPOP line?
It's an almost better bromance than Kaner/Tazer. Almost.But seriously.
Zach Parise- career year.
Jamie Langenbrunner- career year.
Travis Zajac- career year.
Johnny Oduya- career year.
David Clarkson- career year.
Martin Brodeur- most wins of any goalie in NHL history.
Patrick Elias- second on the team in points with 78.
Gionta- fifth on the team for points behind Elias and ZZPOP with 60.
These boys are kicking ass and producing, as long as Marty stays strong and the sooner they get Langenbrunner back (he's day-to-day with a lower body injury), they can go far in these playoffs and can possibly be standing at the end holding Lord Stanley. Who knows. Anything is possible in the playoffs.
Pittsburgh Penguins vs. Philadelphia Flyers
Penguins.
Let's just make this clear: I HATE the Flyers... except for Carter who I had on my fantasy hockey team and was racking in the points for me. Thanks buddy.
But come on, the turn around the Penguins made in mere weeks, is beyond impressive. They started figuring out that the puck was actually supposed to go into the net.
Anyways, this is my favorite series of the playoffs thus far. For the various reasons below.
Note: Geno's face.
Hmm.... hockey at its finest. And you know there's more from where that came from. Every game is freaking battlefield. After every whistle, there's guaranteed to be at least one WWE match in the corner.El Captaino is always the talk of the announcers. If I had a dollar for every question Pierre McGuire asked a Flyer about Sidney Crosby, I'd be able to buy my own NHL team by now. Nonetheless, Siddo isn't afraid to get himself mixed into the action. Hell, I'm sure he started half of those clashes just because he's Sidney fucking Crosby and he's basically destined to be hated.
But the best part has got to be the Flyer's fans. They don't shy away from their usual screw-every-team-except-the-Flyers attitude. The ever creative "Crosby Sucks" cheer is always a popular one. But during Game 3, the overwhelming heap of orange in Wachovia Center was beginning to burn my eyes. They were freaking everywhere. I seriously wonder if any Pens fan had even dared to come to the game for the fear of being mobbed by a sea of traffic cones.
I don't think I've ever hated the color orange more.
I do not know what's more painful: Staring at Pierre McGuire's bald head for two hours, or the brilliant vanishing acts displayed by the Penguins' defense.
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