Due to a fortuituous set of circumstances, I got to go to the Wild game tonight. I've never watched a game from the upper level before, and it was quite different. First of all, I needed a freaking Sherpa and an oxygen mask to get to the top of that escalator. Then, my Davanni's pizza was not as fresh nor as well-cut as the ones on the main level, and the mini donuts had a miserly amount of cinnamon on them. Finally, the Wild lost. Every other game I have been to, the Wild have won. Frigging upper deck.
Let me say this about Detroit: if you don't know where the puck is, they have it. Thought you passed it to your teammate? Nope, you put it on the stick of some Detroit guy who happens to miraculously be in the slot. Think he's lost it in his skates? Nope, it's just going to go to the guy behind him, who will make a perfect pass to some other guy. Did you clear that rebound to the side? Nope, it went right to Lidstrom (who pinches in more than any defenceman I have ever seen) who's going to slam it right back to you. Think you made that save with 1:20 left in the game? Nope, it's behind you in the net.
We were lucky to lead this game at all. It's not nice to say, but it's true. Backstrom saved the day many, many times, but he also gave up some fatty-boom-batty rebounds which could have made the game a lot more depressing for me. Detroit is a well-oiled machine, and I would have enjoyed watching them play against anyone other than tWild.
Koivu jersey has been ordered.
See you all Thursday! Two live games in a row!