All's well that ends well, right?

No, not really. But hey, two points is two points. And curbstomping shitty teams sure beats the hell out of either being tested by them or, God forbid, losing to them.

So the Chicago Blackhawks concluded the 9-game road trip by facing the best and worst of the NHL in the last two games, and somehow winning both in convincing fashion - they followed their 4-2 win Thursday night in New York with a 6-1 destruction of the Columbus Blue Jackets this afternoon at Nationwide Arena.

Let's get to this:

THE GOOD:

Jonathan Toews. 2 assists, a highlight-reel goal, and 8-4 on faceoffs. If there was ever any doubt that the Captain is the lynchpin that holds this team together, consider this - he had 2 points during the 9-game losing streak and 5 in the two wins. No matter how deep the talent is on this team, particularly among forwards, as Toews goes, so go the Blackhawks.

Duncan Keith and Brent Seabrook. Another game of being outstanding on both ends of the ice. Keith finished the afternoon +4 and Seabrook was +2. If they can keep this up, the Hawks should start creeping back up the leaderboard again.

Corey Crawford. Yet another game of playing stay-at-home, and he stops 33 of 34 shots. Hopefully goaltending coach Stephane Waite fixed the glitches in Crawford's game. As ugly as this losing streak was, you'd rather lose 9 in a row in January and February than 4 in a row in April. As long as he stays in his net, the net is his.

THE BAD:

Sami Lepisto. Once again, he was the worst defenseman on a team that dressed John Scott. In fact, after Lepisto's boneheaded turnover in the first period that staked Columbus to a brief 1-0 lead, I think we all owe Scott an apology. Considering QStache nailed his ass to the bench after that until the game was out-of-reach and it was time to put in the JV guys, I'm pretty sure he concurs. Of course, he scored a goal from the blueline late, otherwise the Hawks would have squeaked by with only a 5-1 win.

Saturday afternoon games. They fucking suck. I have shit to do, goddamnit. In fact, we all did - the only reason I'm writing this recap is because I was the last one to touch the side of my nose. The fact that it's going up this late lets you know that it's a tribute to our tens of readers that any of us could even be arsed to write anything at all. So you're welcome. Now go buy some of our shit.

THE UGLY:

Once Lepisto scored, Derek Dorsett thought the best way to send a message was to square off with Scott. Mind you, Dorsett lists at 6'0, 192 lbs, and the Murdersaurus has a slight advantage at 6'8, 270. Needless to say, Dorsett learned quickly that valor isn't the only thing discretion is the better part of:



Next up is an 11:30 tilt tomorrow back in the United Center against the St. Louis Blues. I guarantee the game is just a prelude to Slak's recap.