So about halfway through the game here’s Mike Eaves, rewarding a kid who just got his ass kicked by smacking him on the helmet with his clipboard, and there’s a part of me that thinks Eaves is just as happy when they’re literally kicking ass as he is when they’re winning kicking ass. Which is a way of saying, man, did every bounce go the wrong way and did the offense forget to show up and did Connelly, who’s a hotass, just plain miss a couple though there’s not much you can do when it’s a shooting gallery.
At the end there was a fight and Street, who’s also a hotass, just skates in from elsewhere and nails this ND guy who’s fucking with a freshman. The ejection was worth it, because they care for one another and play for one another and stuff, and nobody kicks my freshman but me, basically.
Connelly shut them out the night before and maybe they should have given him the night OFF or something.
Then about halfway through the game he makes this save, I mean, he makes this SAVE:
Upside down diving backflip thing where he shovels the puck back out mid-somersault with his stick. And the crowd’s on its feet and the stomping and screaming’s so loud it shakes the rafters and rattles the walls and you’d have thought they were winning by 10 instead of down by 3 and it was a physical thing, a wave, a rolling presence, it wouldn’t have mattered if they were so far down there was no coming back, that was a sight to see.
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