Showing posts with label Cristobal Huet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cristobal Huet. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Stranger Than Fiction...

So it’s early in the season and I know that things always look a little funny at the start, but this season has looked bizarre so far. A month ago would you have predicted that:
  • Kirk Maltby would be tied for second on the team with two goals? (Or that he’d have a 66.7% shooting percentage?)
  • Datsyuk would only have two points so far?
  • Maltby, Rafalski, and Lidstrom would be the only two Wings with positive +/- ratings?
  • We would be commenting on Todd Bertuzzi’s solid defensive plays?
  • Homer would have four goals already?
  • The Wings would be sitting in 11th place in the Conference?
  • The team would be running through line change drills in practice?
  • Ville Leino would beat out Bertuzzi for creepiest team photo?
  • Brad May would be in the lineup at all?
And the strangeness doesn’t stop in Hockeytown. Look around the league, and you’ll find that:
  • The Avalanche are leading the Western Conference.
  • Phoenix is 7th in the West. They even went four games while only allowing one goal against.
  • Toronto is still winless. Kidding. Nobody’s really that surprised.
  • A puck found its way into the net on this play. Oh, wait, that’s Huet in net, you say? Never mind. There’s nothing bizarre here.
  • All of America spent a couple of hours watching a balloon fly through the sky in what turned out to be the best hoax since Orson Welles panicked thousands of people over the radio. Hmmm? Where is Balloon Boy from? Just saying…
Anyone who claims to have predicted any of these things before the season started is just flat out a lying liar who lies. I have faith that these oddities will correct themselves over the course of the next 10 games or so, because they always do. But for now, all I can do is amuse myself by looking at the statistical bizarro world we’re living in right now. Sometimes the truth really is stranger than fiction.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

2009-2010 Player Profiles: Johan Franzen...

OK, it’s that time of year. Hockey’s so close that you can almost taste it. By my count, there are 16 days remaining before the Wings kick off their season in Sweden (which is still entirely too many, but at least we can see the light at the end of the tunnel). In order to pass the time, I’ll be posting a player profile every day until then (in alphabetical order, because I’m one of those people). I want to make it very clear that these are not predictions, because I do not, under any circumstance, make predictions. They’re simply my thoughts on each player’s performances last season, and my hopes and expectations for them this time around. Today’s subject:

Johan Franzen


2008-2009 Regular Season: 71 GP, 34-25-59, +/- 21, 44 PIM
2009 Playoffs: 23 GP, 12-11-23, +/- 8, 12 PIM

Season Highlight: This goal, but stealing Patrick Kane’s mouthguard comes in a close second.
Season Lowlight: I still can’t believe that Huet made this save. Things ended up working out in OT, but…ooohhhhh the net was wide open.

The Mule had another great season last year, which shouldn’t have been surprising to anyone who follows the team. While we didn’t see anything quite like his series against the Avalanche in ’08, it was a solid season through and through. He also joined the legion of Wings for life with his long-term Cap-circumventing contract extension, and I couldn’t be more happy. It was pretty much assumed that the Wings could afford to keep either or Marian Hossa, and there’s obviously a reason why Ken Holland chose to keep Franzen in the Winged Wheel. Also, I don’t think my brother could’ve handled the distress of seeing his man-crush leave the team.

While he put up good point totals last season, but I think he can do better. The Wings need Franzen to show that choosing him over Hossa was the right choice (which I’m personally already sold on). Showing up in full force for games in November and December instead of waiting for March to turn it on would go a long way toward helping the Wings make up for the offense they lost this off season. Mostly, he needs to stay healthy and continue doing his power forward thing. He’s got a great shot, as well as great hands, and he can score highlight reel goals as often as he gets those “ugly goals” that come from driving to the net. You just never know when he’s going to do something like this or this.

What he needs to do to make me happy: Continue feeding my brother’s massive man-crush on him.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Is It Too Late to Re-open Rookie of the Year Voting?...

This game began with me nearly vomiting all over my dog. Finding out that Big E wouldn't be playing due to appendicitis just about sent me over the edge. It was worse than having the Lidstrom bomb dropped on me before Game 4, but only because Lidstrom was also out.

Then, the Wings spent the entire first period on the powerplay. Or rather, they looked like they were on the powerplay. I've never seen anything quite like it before. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Even though they had nothing to show for it on the scoreboard, it had to pay dividends late in the third and in OT just for the light load it placed on their defensemen. Seriously though, I was mocking Huet and his French-ness (apparently France has an Olympic hockey team. Who knew?), but he absolutely STOLE the first period. In fact, he almost stole the game. I was starting to wonder if The Chief's post over at Abel to Yzerman had caused the Hockey Gods to instill him with some sort of inexplicable brilliance. His save on Franzen at the end of regulation left me with my mouth hanging open, which wouldn't have been a problem except for the fact that my dog chose that moment to lick my face. Best believe that snapped me back to my senses quickly.

Possibly my only problem with the first period, other than that big fat zero on the scoreboard, was the fact that the Versus announcer kept saying things like, "he finessed the puck over." He must've used that phrase 100 times in the first twenty minutes. I think I would've stabbed myself in the ear with a spork if it hadn't been for that intermission. Not that I spent the first intermission with rainbows and unicorns dancing in my head or anything, but it's possible that it saved my life. I mostly paced nervously and scared my brother's friend with my intensity. There's a nasty lingering stench about Game 5s from last year, although to be fair, the boys have been dominant in both that they've played this season.

I don't have a lot of time to recap on account of needing to wake up ridiculously early tomorrow, but I have to talk about Darren Helm. I was planning on writing about him just for that epic penalty kill where he single-handedly cycled the puck deep in Chicago's end, got a shot on net, grabbed his own rebound, and then killed off some more time. Beautiful. And then netting the goal in OT? This guy's got a great future. Someone on the live blog over at A2Y mentioned that he's now the all-time leader for most playoff goals scored before netting one in the regular season. And the goal that put him over the top for that? The Western Conference Finals series clincher in OT. Don't forget his beautiful breakaway goal in Game 7, either. This kid shows up to play in the big games, and that's exactly why Babcock has had him in the lineup since the beginning.

Gotta love Dan Cleary's redirection to finally break the seal. For all of their skill and "finesse" passing, the Wings score a lot of goals that look just like that.

And what about Chris Osgood? The man played the game of his life tonight. If he stays in form like that in the Finals, and there's no reason to think he won't, you have to like the Wings' chances. I've been an Ozzie lover since the beginning, and nothing makes me happier than shoving this game down the throats of everyone who spent the entire regular season ripping on him. I don't care the regular season, so long as it results in a playoff berth. It's utterly meaningless in my opinion. All Chris Osgood does is win playoff games. Early in the second period when the Blackhawks woke up and discovered that they were, in fact, involved in a hockey game, it was Ozzie who kept the Wings in the game. He made save after big-time save, and if you ask more of a goalie, you're a fool.

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention two other guys: Brad Stuart and Kirk Maltby. Maltby played his best game of the season, by far, and Stuie stepped up big time on the PK. Bravo, sunshines!

I said it after Game 4, and I'll say it a thousand more times. No other organization in the NHL, or possibly all of sportsdom (yes, sometimes I make up words), could lose the caliber of talent the Wings had sitting in the press box tonight and still clinch a series. That's not to say that I didn't throw up in my mouth a little every time Chelios and Meech were on the ice. I didn't notice much of Meech, but Cheli made a couple of plays that were nearly disastrous.

And *drumroll, please* the boys managed to NOT give up a powerplay goal tonight! Granted, they did a pretty good job of staying out of the box, but still, it's something to build on for the Finals. And then there was Darren Helm, who I've already discussed. Ownage!

I also liked the look on Z's face when he was like, "I'm not touching that," with the trophy. He looked at the guy presenting it like he was a moron for even suggesting it. I was also amused by the big deal ESPN made about the Pens' decision to touch the Prince of Wales trophy. Hockey has to fight tooth and nail to get mainstream coverage most of the time, and there's a big Game 5 going on later and ESPN runs a history of the decision to touch the conference trophy? Seriously? I guess we'll see which strategy works out better.

More on the rematch, or as I like to call it, the re-ownage of Sidney Crosby. You have to imagine it's gut-check time for Marian Hossa. I'd like nothing more than to see him absolutely light it up in the Finals just to prove himself right. Especially since it seems like every other Wings player is injured.

PS. Dare I say it's time to bust out The Zetterberg Song? Or at least the end of it.