The Two-Line Pass

The Lead

Jeez that was a barnburner.

For 52-plus minutes, we got some scoreless hockey that would make the Devils of the late 1990s and early 2000s green with envy.

No real high-quality chances until Devin Setoguchi’s goal and only 54 total shots.

Well, that’s just about all I can glean from the box score, anyway. I spent most of the game reading Sophocles (not bragging). Aeschylus can hang onto his Oresteia, cuz I’m all set with it. For my money there was no better Greek playwright than Sophocles. The Theban Plays. That’s where it’s at.

Oh, right. Hockey.

Evgeni Nabokov made 29 saves to pick up his fifth shutout of the year and the Setoguchi goal was one that Marty Turco would likely want back. Sure, he stepped around some guys but the shot was nothing special.

Boring game overall though. Not a fight or anything crazy. Straightforward 1-0 game that wasn’t even really a goaltending battle. And I love a goaltending battle, believe you me.

The best part of the game (what I saw of it) was when Jonathan Cheechoo came out after the first intermission and was tricked by Dave Tippet into scoring goals on a bunch of fans that he believed to be the Dallas Stars. Upon realizing his mistake, however, he was so ashamed that he decided to kill himself in the wasteland by throwing himself on a broken stick given to him by Joe Thornton, but not before calling for his death to be avenged against the sons of Mike Modano. The rest of the game was spent with Patrick Marleau and Jere Lehtinen arguing over what to do with Cheechoo’s body.

The whole thing was about the second-line wing’s place in modern society

….

No, actually that was all just Ajax, I think.

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