Be glad you are not Rod Brind'Amour.
Be glad you are not Rod Brind'Amour.
The Hurricanes Master-At-Arms has a problem -- or six -- as his dear boy Hurricanes
face elimination, humiliation, and frustration tonight at PNC Arena.
1. He's tried both his goalkeepers, and neither has worked.
2. His skaters outshoot the Rangers by two-to-one, and they still lose.
3. His power play is oh-for-forever.
4. His tough guys look like fugitives from Looney Toons.
5. And you, my fine, feathered friend, have been outcoached to the Nth Degree.
But there's nothing to fret about because you are still alive.
Or, as your loyal captain Jordan Staal proclaims, "We're still alive."
That you are, pal. and you just might figure out a way to win at least one game in the heart of Dixie, but -- just for the record -- it had better be tonight.
But, seriously, Roddie, who do you gamble on as your netminder?
Fred Andersen seems to have something like the heebie-jeebies that kept him out of Game Three. The Maven believes that jeebies or not, he's gonna be your man.
Then again, Freddie may not feel up to it, which means Pyotr Kochetikov gets the nod.
I'll say this for PK, he played a pretty decent game, all things considered, but he didn't win it, and I don't think it would be fair to drag Antti Raanta into this mess.
One more thought: motivation is your biggest ally; losing in four straight two years in a row should propel every Cane to his utmost.
And, remember, as you read these words from The Maven, you're still alive.