Not many teams win games when allowing 46 shots on goal. In fact, teams giving up at least that many shots have gone 4-8 this season.
The Blackhawks allowed 21 shots in Philadelphia’s three-goal second period alone, then were done in by Patrick Kane’s late high-sticking penalty as JVR netted the game-winner with 33 seconds left in regulation to beat the ‘Hawks 5-4 on Thursday night.
The 46 shots on goal were the most the Blackhawks have given up since allowing 51 to Columbus on Nov. 1, 2008.
The third-period rally was a hell of a lot of fun though, wasn’t it? Brent Seabrook scored just as the ‘Hawks came back to full strength, then Kaner potted one 25 seconds later to tie it up.
For all the bullshit that went on in the second period, the Blackhawks were on the verge of earning at least a point against a top team on the road without playing their best hockey – and with a couple regulars missing. While I know I’m trying to find a silver lining – despite knowing the ‘Hawks need to play a full 60 and could use some blue-line help – I’d rather look at it this way rather than posting on Twitter how the Blackhawks need to trade Kane for taking that penalty. And yes, there were many tweets like that after the game.
Speaking of the regulars being out, Jimmy Hayes and Andrew Shaw played some solid hockey. Again, I’m not going to pay for hookers for them quite yet, but the early results are nice so far.
Hayes played on the most solid line of the night with Jamal Mayers and Michael Frolik, scoring on a great hustle play after taking a beautiful pass from Mayers.
Shaw’s NHL debut was nothing if not exciting. Great chance on his first shift, dropped the gloves early, got bloodied to all hell and had his sweater torn, then came back with a ton of stitches to score his first goal. Gotta give it to the kid for a solid night. No fear.
Boxing is a bit more wordy tonight, so I’m going to go to bed and let that take over….
Without a trace. The NHL tried and failed, the Hockey Hall of Fame guys scoured the arena until the wee hours of the morning and came up empty, even the FBI were finally called in months after the confetti was cleaned up from Michigan Avenue. No dice.
The whereabouts of the puck that Patrick Kane put between the legs of Michael Leighton in overtime of Game 6 of to bring Lord Stanley’s Cup back to Chicago may never be officially known. But I think we all suspect it’s in Chris Pronger’s rec room. And now that hamster-fucking rectal wart is out for the season with a concussion.
Karma is a bitch, isn’t it, Chrissy?