TonyGin&Juice
Sucking off Lawn Guy Land hobos.
MoJo is the new Mike Green.
I honestly don't know who's worse, the clippers or ducks.
I’VE ALWAYS CONSIDERED PITTSBURGHbackup (/former starter and first-overall draft pick) Marc-Andre Fleury a bad-team goalie who’s been trapped on good teams his entire career.
The bad-team goalie is the goalie who can face a lot of rubber—maybe kinda needs to face a lot of rubber, since the action keeps him warm, keeps his head in the game. He can become hot, as they say; can work himself into such a rhythm that he stops almost everything, steals games his bad team has no business winning. He allows the occasional dribbler, but who cares, he’s right back to b-boy’ing in his crease after that. Maybe he’s weaker, mentally, than the good-team goalie who faces fewer shots and, as such, has to be more focused.
There’s something of Sisyphus in Fleury. He makes flailing, cartwheeling, never-say-die saves—and moments later, he’s leaning away from the near post, thinking about nachos or whatever, and a bad-angle shot wriggles through.
Washington’s Braden Holtby, on the other hand, has struck me as the consummate good-team goalie. He is compact, composed, patient—focused. His movements are quick, crisp, and assured; he tends goal like the fast-forwarded game footage of a man who’s already earned the shutout. Holtby is rarely called upon “to come up with the big save,” but all that means is he absolutely, positively has to make all the other saves. I pity Holtby, in a way. His team allows so few goals that he must feel every one personally. There he is, staring ahead, feeding his most recent failure into the high-pressure forge of his loathing, transforming goals-against into rare precious things.
This game is insane.