The Caps got beat down like a litter of puggles that wandered into Michael Vick’s basement.
They came out flat and disorganized and left the ice in pretty much the same state. The Caps just didn’t play as a team. Individually they were not that hot either.
And a side note - the Sharks do have some odd traditions. These include a smoking shark head that the players skate through at the beginning, which looks like a giant bong. I mean it fills the rink and most of the arena with smoke at the start. I read some quote from Ovie about “not being able to breathe in the first” and I know exactly what he meant. It then hangs way up in the rafters the rest of the game and emits clouds of smoke when the Sharks score. Oh and they have a dude in a stuffed-animal shark suit who rappels from the ceiling at the beginning and make hip thrusts at the crowd to techno music. Not cool. Well, on to the game.
Neuvirth seemed ok in goal, for a while. The game would have absolutely, positively been 4-0 or 5-0 in the first if he had not been standing tall out of the gate. But the pressure never let up on him, and it came at random times. There was one point (about halfway through the 2nd) when he’d been hit with about the 10th barrage of shots, just getting hammered to pieces. The puck came to a stop right in front of him and he just stared at it, dazed and confused. S. Morrison had to tip it into his glove so he could freeze it. I was thinking, “Uh oh, he’s lost it.” He also got an unbelievable 2 penalty shots awarded against him, and a frisky shot (right in his face) that left him bowing to mecca for a minute or two. Rough night for the rookie.
The Jizz blew his load in the first minute, attempting 2 shots and a pass. Failing at all 3 efforts he seemed to doze off for most of the rest of the game. Well, until he blew a goal-mouth pass from Ovie during a 2-on-nothing breakaway by shooting it right into Nabokov. He was truly off the radar from then on.
But it wasn’t number 28 alone - the Caps just looked lost in the sauce. Mike Knuble was as surprised as anyone else when he dribbled one in while standing in the crease. Chimera did good (assisting on that goal) but definitely had that look of, “damn, what’s my place in all this chaos?” Which I get 100%.
Overall team defense was ok except when it really mattered. Mike Green made a haphazard dash into 3 Shark defenders and got off a wobbly wrist shot at one point. He then raced back the other way chasing a few Sharks that were taking the biscuit home all by themselves. On the bright side, he only tried that once.
Backstrom was not on the ball for this one either. Whenever Backstrom gets pissed off, he should repeat to himself himself: “I will not weakly cross-check an opposing player, get a penalty, and look like a silly Swedish dandy.”
Overall, the Caps played too fancy until the 3rd, and then tried more dump and chase. (Including Knuble’s goal.) I will say that Nabokov makes it hard for the dump and chase to work, because he moves pucks like hot cakes. In the end the Caps started lobbing the puck into the zone to get the hang-time up so that Nabby couldn’t take the chance of getting caught out. That was a damn good idea, but needed to be done from the beginning.
Ovie was not too sharp until the 3rd. He kept trying to stickhandle in but the Sharks were on him like glue. He did, however get doused in vodka and set on fire in the last 5 minutes of the game. He was running around like a madman. Hitting everything, and I mean that literally - he took out a linesman by accident at one point. He scored right off a faceoff, so fast that no one even knew what happened. He was later hitting one guy while the puck was right next to him, unnoticed. Then he grabbed it and hammered a shot. And kept doing it. Open ice hits, crunches on the boards, and the hip check on the linesman… it was a box of chocolates. Good Lord Above, if he could play like that all the time the rest of the NHL would just call it quits and move to the KHL. It was three of the most amazing shifts of hockey I have ever seen. I was muttering “don’t get injured” to myself, though - he just can’t do that all the time.
Alas, the Sharks did not fold under all that pressure, and the game was over long before this sweet rampage even started. As Japer’s Rink put it, this game will fade from memory over time, and the season is not even at the halfway point.
Let’s see what happens next in LA on Saturday.
-Bobomite