Read this. It is from a Denver Paper. This guy is NUTS!!!!
Let the mugging begin.
It's the only way the Minnesota Wild can win.
To advance in the NHL playoffs, the Avalanche must embrace the darkness. When
playing this goon-it- up Wild bunch, hockey is a no-holds- barred battle of
attrition, not skill.
The only good thing that can be said about Minnesota's 3-2 overtime victory
against Colorado was the game lasted so deep into the night that it ended past
the bedtime of most kids who could be frightened by the way the Wild mauls all
the beauty from the sport.
In a long playoff series, this is the Wild motto: If you can't beat 'em, break
'em.
"You hope to wear down the opposition," Minnesota mauler Aaron Voros said
Monday.
"By Games 4, 5 or 6, those bumps and bruises start to add up."
Minnesota, the land of 10,000 dead car batteries, has an inferiority about this
hockey team. The Wild's style of play is as ugly and obnoxious as the uniforms,
which look as if designed by a toddler who randomly pulled two crayons from the
box of 64 and began scribbling.
This hard truth makes the Wild faithful grumpier than they are after waking up
to yet another subzero morning. But why deny what makes the team so successful?
It figures. On a play that could have ended on an icing call, a weird, lucky
bounce instead allowed the winning goal to be scored by Minnesota's Pierre-Marc
Bouchard almost 12 minutes deep into the extra period. The Wild likes overtime,
because it gives these grunts more time to knock the spirit from you with every
cheap shot.
When Avs forward Peter Forsberg turns his back, even for a second, he will get
jumped and roughed up, in true back-alley fashion, by some Minnesota mugger.
Or did you miss the assault on Forsberg during the second period by Wild
defenseman Sean Hill, who owns the dubious distinction of being the first NHL
player suspended from the league for steroids?
If Colorado goalie Jose Theodore makes too many brilliant saves, the Wild
response is not to create traffic in front of the net, but cause a train wreck.
And maybe that explains why Voros felt it necessary to tackle Theodore in the
most crass act of Game 3.
That the Avalanche put 46 shots on goal ultimately made no difference, because
the Wild put more hard hits on Colorado.
Minnesota coach Jacques Lemaire, mean enough to chew the glass surrounding the
rink, has an unabashed fondness for tough guys. The more the scarier.
You've got to hate watching the Wild play, but love the way Lemaire refuses to
give an inch of open ice. The never-surrender attitude of his team must be born
in the cold recesses of Lemaire's heart.
The dark hockey arts are practiced by every member of the Wild. Even a player as
remarkably talented as Minnesota center Mikko Koivu is not adverse to hacking
and tripping when Colorado's Ryan Smyth is carrying the puck on goal.
Every videotape of a Minnesota game is film noir, packed with the moral
ambiguity of doing whatever it takes and never apologizing.
Anywhere the Wild goes, flowers wilt, the sky turns gray and beauty dies.
After three games, can there be any doubt?
This series is doomed to be a bloody mess.
"I think we're playing pretty physical," Avalanche defenseman Adam Foote said.
And a serious question is how long Forsberg, whose banged-up body has been an
injury waiting to happen for years, can hold up to the relentless battering he
receives on every shift.
"I don't try to look at the number before I make a hit," Voros said. "Sometimes,
it looks that way because Forsberg has possession of the puck so much."
When scores are certain to be scarce and the mugging is beyond the control of
any referee, what's the lone goal for the Avs now?
Be the last men standing, and live to play something that resembles beautiful
hockey another day.
Mark Kiszla: 303-954-1053 or mkiszla@denverpost.com
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