Whenever I hear Detroit referred to as "Hockeytown" without a trace of irony, it's all I can do to keep my head from exploding. Hockeytown, my ass. In a true "Hockeytown," fans would stick around the arena until the final buzzer or, you know, actually sell out the games in the first place. In a true "Hockeytown," the cheers when Winchester was knocked flat on his back tonight would have been deafening. In reality, all the TSN microphones were able to pick up were a few halfhearted "whoo"s. Pathetic.
You know what else is pathetic? The Oilers' zero shots on five powerplays. 16 shots total in the game. What in the hell is going on?
It seemed like the rookie line (Winchester, Petersen, and Thoresen) was getting a lot of icetime tonight -- I'm not sure if this was a good thing, especially when they were put out on the PP. Winchester in particular had a busy game -- Dude looks like a lady, but he was out-hustling almost everyone wearing white and punching everything in sight! Thoresen put in a pretty good game, too, with lots of sharp backchecking. These young guys should remind the veterans how to move their feet.
Aside from the rookies, my boyfriend Dwayne Roloson was the only Oiler who didn't seem to phone in tonight's performance. Stopping 42 of 45 shots, he finished the game with a .933 SV% and a second star. He's so cute.
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