flames v. ducks postgame: whoah

while i intended to watch last night's tilt at home on my crappy tv, my dad called two hours before gametime to say he didn't feel like going and did i want the tickets. so i called my buddy J.Ho, one of the most hilarious and sarcastic hockey lovers i've ever met (who, btw, is KILLING in my pool), and we headed down.

the first period was a disaster, even though we hit the scoreboard with less than two minutes gone. boyd hit the back of the net on his first shift (with lombo and nystrom), and then for some absolutely inexcplicable reason, keenan followed up the goal with mark "minutes" smith's line. infact, our boy "minutes" seemed to be on the ice alot in the first period, with a noticeably absent iggy for huge gaps of time.... i presumed there was an injury of some sort, or an equipment issue, with the way we were juggling line combos four minutes into a game that we were winning...

but i was happy. cause at least i had it allllllll figured out:
keenan had clearly placed money on the anaheim squad....
:)

the second period blew that theory, thankfully. we looked sharper and faster and much more interested. tanguay was now shifting with conroy and iginla ("claaasssic," says J.Ho, referring to october), and "minutes" showed up on a line with lombardi and nolan, and later primeau and langkow. very strange, indeed.

godard never saw a shift after the first buzzer, leaving the pugilism to phaneuf and moen. with nobody around to pummel, george parros decided he might as well get some points and scored a nice one to give the ducks the lead. owen nolan did, however, knock him to the ice late in the 3rd, with a gloved-hand punch to the face.... not sure if that one got replayed on HNIC...

and finally, i have a hangover.

in other news: cross darren mccarty off of the "what ever happened to" list. apparently the grinder will begin practising with the flint generals of the IHL any day now...