We are the champions, my friends! Victory is sweet, but victory at the hands of your arch rivals is straight up marvelous. A little pregame banter fueled the fire between Matty D, the G-Man, and me. However, the better team won, just as I had predicted they would. Not quite by the margin I had expected, but Adam Henrique decided to save his scoring for a game where they might actually need it.
Travis Zajac opened the scoring, showing great patience as he basically did a ballet in front of Steve Mason. Jaromir Jagr got the primary assist on that goal, and I must say seeing the chemistry between the two gets me excited.
Nicklas Grossmann scored on the faceoff to tie it up. It was his first goal since Jeff Carter did the dirty with Scott Hartnell’s wife. Now I could complain about that goal, say that Brodeur wasn’t ready off the faceoff, but I’m gonna take the high road and let Grossmann have his moment of scoring on the best goaltender in NHL history.
The story of the game was the Devil’s penalty kill, not allowing a goal on 6 Flyer powerplays, including one in the last few minutes of the game.
With the score tied at 1, Jagr put the team on his back, taking the pass from countryman Marek Zidlicky and banking it off Mason and in for the game winner.
A lot of people asked me if I feel bad for Matty D and the G-Man. Honest answer, a little bit. I mean could you imagine cheering for such a brutal, selfish team. A team captained by Claude Giroux. A team without a Stanley Cup since ’75. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
The Devils travel down to Sunrise, Florida to play the Panthers in front of 8 fans on Friday at 7:30.