Well, that was an unconventional Easter dinner — snarfing down a plate of food in the 17 minutes between the third period and overtime, only to return to the table dejectedly a few minutes later.
The games in this series fit into two categories: 1) Low-scoring affairs in which the goaltenders stonewall nearly every puck they see and 2) high-scoring ones in which comfortable leads dwindle away and the Flyers replace their goalie. The former have, with the exception of Game Five, worked out better for Buffalo. And now, after a Type 2-style game last night, I’ll admit it — I’m scared. After Game Five, the Sabres still had two chances to pull off a win in any fashion. Now, well, they don’t, and it’s a little (a lot) nerve-wracking not knowing what we’re going to get tomorrow night and realizing that a best-of-seven series has become a one-game, winner-takes-all match. Plus, it’s always more worrisome going into a game after a loss than it is after a win; I know it’s all in your mindset, but it’s the truth.
Then there’s that Mike Richards hit on Tim Connolly that’s got the Sabres reeling and the Flyers and their fans claiming that it was fair, that the refs rightfully didn’t call it a major to make up for the five-minute elbow penalty earlier in the series, that Kaleta started it, that Connolly needs to man up, that the the Sabres need to stop whining…yadda yadda yadda. I’m not going to bother giving my opinion because 1) it’s clearly tainted with emotion, 2) my opinion doesn’t matter, 3) I tend to think every hit to the head that ends with a player crumpled at the boards is suspension-worthy (or, at the very least, hearing-worthy) and 4) so many people love voicing opinions on this hits-to-the-head/suspension stuff that there’s no point in shouting into the din. Also, 5) due to the NHL’s seemingly ass-backwards system of enforcing suspensions for hits to the head, Richards won’t even have to sit through a hearing, and that’s left me pretty much apathetic.
Don’t get me wrong — I feel terrible for Connolly, especially given his history and the knowledge that Richards gets off scot-free for a hit may have very well just ended a career, but I’ve basically accepted that the NHL in its current judicial state is inconsistent at best and utterly useless at worse and that the Flyers and their fans are going to accuse the Sabres and their fans of whining no matter what (and, I’ll admit it, vice versa). So what’s the point? That’s just how playoff hockey goes. So here’s the game plan: accept it, understand that it’s not going to change, don’t let it get under your skin and move on — and use it as motivation to whoop some Philly butt in Game Seven.
So, to sum up: tied series, crazed fans, accusations of needless whining, two injured Buffalo players, a back(ish — more or less in presence only) Chris Pronger, the (hopefully) triumphant return of Derek Roy for Game Seven, Patrick Kaleta being a pest, Mike Richards being a brute…and a seven-game first-round playoff series that has come down to a single game, the winner of which is anybody’s guess.
I’ve got a healthy dose of “OMG, playoff hockey rocks!” excitement mixed in with my fear — but why, oh why, couldn’t this have ended at Game Six?