...and monkeys will fly outta my butt...
Well, holy shit, and shove me in it.
Raise your hand if you thought the Sens would pull this one off.
Well, I certainly didn't, and I couldn't see much of the game either as the ol' life occasionally gets in the way of hockey-watching (damn life). What I did see amounted to a bunch of Sens pressure in the second period, a shot off the post that deflected right under Marty Biron's ass (nice save, ass). Moments later, the play goes the other way and badda bing, badda boom, it's in the Sens' net. True to form, I thought, the luck is shining through once more. That made it 2-1 Buffalo heading to the third, then I had to go do "stuff"...and was utterly shocked to return home and see a 4-2 scoreline run across the screen.
In favour of Ottawa!!!
I needed to lie down.
So, as I didn't see much, I can't really say much besides:
Thank the hockey gods, Ray Emery is back. Now Bryan Murray has to put away his goalie rotation clipboard and ride the Razor for as long as he can. He's proving start after start that he's up to the task of being the Number One. The team plays with more confidence in front of him. His GAA is the best in the freakin' league...and they WIN when he plays. So take a seat Mr. Gerber...and get comfortable.
From what I understand, the effort was exceptional throughout. It's about bloody time! Here's hoping it doesn't take a match against the consensus "best" team in the NHL to get that level of commitment out of the team. The same Sabres visit The Bank on Saturday, so Ottawa best have a short memory and go at 'em just as hard in round three.
Next Up: Thursday, New Jersey in the swamp