DEAD OR ALIVE YOU'RE COMING WITH ME: Blackhawks 4, Red Wings 3
See you Wednesday.
Reports of the death of the Chicago Blackhawks are greatly exaggerated. The Hawks came out after the second intermission trailing by a goal, and scored three unanswered goals before hanging on to defeat the Detroit Red Wings 4-3, forcing Game 7 in the United Center in two nights.
Let's get to this:
Corey Crawford. Crawford stopped 35 of 38 shots, including some huge ones in the second period after getting fooled on a knucklepuck that put the Hawks in a one-goal hole. It seems like ancient history when the local meatballs thought Crawford couldn't get the Hawks out of one round, let alone keeping the Hawks in this one. Yeah, choke on that.
Jonathan Toews. 2 assists tonight, both nice feeds. One to Marian Hossa, one to Brain Bickell. He's become Toewsian again. Just in time to make Fort Kickass roar on Wednesday.
Brent Seabrook. Welcome back to us. QStache picked the right time to reunite the Bromantics on the blue line. Seabrook came up huge with shot blocks to save the Hawks' bacon at key moments.
The forecheck. They forced some huge mistakes in the Detroit zone, most notably Brendan Smith coughing up the puck to Hand Zeus early in the third period that Zeus was able to cash in to tie the game
Dave Bolland. A horrendous turnover that led to Detroit's first goal late in the first period. Either he's not playing at 100%, or he's just really tired of playing in Chicago. Bolland has been a major component in the Hawks' success in the past, and we need that Bolland to resurface.
There were some boneheads yelling during the pre-game moment of silence for Memorial Day. I'm just going to go ahead and believe that was their first-ever hockey game.
So now Slak's puppies are down to 9:
See you Wednesday. Go Hawks.