For all the complaining we (I) did about the outdoor game, it was a downer going back indoors, especially at the World’s Quietest Arena. What a shame. Could you imagine a first-place team in the middle of a season in the 1970s or ‘80s and the kind of intimidation MSG would throw at an opponent?
Granted, you can never expect the Sunrise Panthers to bring out the same kind of emotion as the Philthy Flys, and the Garden was of pretty good voice when the Flys and the Penguins last visited. So that had something to do with it. Obviously.
But ya boys just keep on truckin’. They don’t care how it gets done, from ahead, from behind, in regulation, in OT—I imagine they’d do it in one of those breakaway contests they sometimes hold after hockey games end. Whatever it takes. They keep on winning. Three in a row now. Eight of nine. First in the Patrick Division. First in the Least. First overall. Maybe that’s why Bill Clinton was there. Presidents’ Trophy?
Just don’t mention this stuff to...