“In the shower I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask, which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine.” (Photo: Jonathan Kozub)
The Capitals finally got the heck out of Dodge following a miserable homestand. The first game of their road trip found them in frosty Winnipeg, where the Capitals hoped to rid themselves of the gremlins in their defense and get an easy win from a soft opponent.
Haha. As if.
We were goalless until Mikhail Grabovski broke the tedium four minutes into the second period, sweeping a rebound home. The Caps swiftly surrendered that lead on a shorty by Bryan Little. To make junk worse, Andrew Ladd tipped in a Grant Clitsome shot just 70 seconds later. Luckily the Caps still have one guy who can deliver this season: Alex Ovechkin got two late in the second: a breakaway and a set play off the faceoff. Call it the Ovisplosion. Of course, Blake Wheeler knotted it at 3 goals apiece before the buzzer.
Troy Brouwer put then Caps ahead again in the third period, taking a Jedi pass from Nicky Backstrom right up in the kanooblian paint. Little got his second of the night a bit later as the Caps were unable to escape their own zone.
Into overtime we came and went without a result.
Caps beat Jets 5-4 (shootout)!
This isn’t about me. Well, this paragraph is about me. I spent most of the afternoon doing tech troubleshooting– through the first period and into the second. It sucked, but Grabo got a goal before the call was done. As I finally hung up– without having resolved anything (thanks Microsoft), Winnipeg got its shorty. I was defeated: a hungry, cranky dude– and the Caps’ play was doing nothing to help as Clitsome/Ladd got their goal. I threw up my hands, eff this ess, and I ordered some wings from the restaurant around the corner. As I bit into the first wing: Ovi happened. I must have eaten five more before he got his second goal two minutes later, because hey, I was hungry.
I think what I mean to say is this: hockey is crazy, you guys. Ups and downs like my blood sugar. And your blood pressure too I guess.
Like I said, somewhat scatologically, the Caps have some issues to work on. Too many wins (okay, just two) have required the coin toss of the shootout decide. We admit Oates has made some adjustments to his lines, and they are definitely an improvement, though I still doubt they’re fully optimized. The defense, on the other hand, is an ongoing fiasco. It’s a mess. It’s an oil spill in a forest fire during a sharknado at a bar on the day before Thanksgiving with a fake ID. Adam Oates’s number one job is to fix it.
His number two job is to tell me where he got that vest. Because daaaaaaamn son.
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