So the last entry started out how I intended it, but then it just turned into a retread of the blog night... which is fine, because that definitely deserved to be put out there. And since this wasn't mentioned ANYWHERE in that entry, I just wanted to thank Ben, Micah, and anyone else of the Thrashers who was responsible for putting together the blog night because it was something that I'll always remember whenever I go to a game or event at Philips. Not all teams are doing things like that for their fans/internet contingency, so for the Thrash to take the next step is just great and I hope it happens again.
As for the game, it started off somewhat akin to how the first Islanders game this season began - DiPietro turns to swiss cheese and coughs up a few softies to give the Thrash a decently-sized lead. A few things were not similar to the first meeting though - the soft goals did not hold up and DiPietro got yanked in favor of the much-loved, appreciated, and celebrated goalie in Thrashers history, Mike Dunham (uh, note the sarcasm).
Yes, yes - everyone knows the significance of this, but we'll get past that.
I wished Ted Nolan stuck it out with D.P. for a little more because, unlike most everyone else, this season I really do have a bit of fear in Dunham. Last season's stay with the Thrash was more of an aberration on his career. While never a true, reliable number one goalie in the league, he definitely did have some power years with Nashville and even with the Rangers. Somehow, things were off last year, including injuries, and Dunham was cast out of Atlanta in favor of Johan Hedberg. But with comments like, "Just put the puck on Dunham and he'll take care of the rest," or, "Get him moving and he'll be out of position like he usually is," or really anything negative, this isn't the year to say that about Mike. Unfortunately for us Thrash fans, Dunham is having an average year and being a suitable backup.
After letting in three goals on five shots in about six minutes' worth of play, DiPietro's bad work was negated by solid work by Dunham. The Thrash put on some quality shots and Dunham was there to answer. With a combination of a little slacking off after the three-goal barrage in the first, Hossa's absence throughout most of the second, and Dunham, the Islanders were able to creep back into the game and made it more exciting than it should've been. The game should've been over after the third goal of the night and the Thrashers should've kicked their game into high gear. Fortunately, there were only two penalties against the Thrash, so the Isles PP units weren't able to apply that much pressure.
As a whole, started the game off with a bang, but the team hesitated to either jump start themselves or jump over a few hurdles between the astonishing start and incredible end.
What still amazes me is the HOSSA chants that blow off the arena's top each time he does ANYTHING noteworthy. When he goes down with an apparent injury, HOSSA heats up. When he comes off the ice with an injury, HOSSA. After coming back from what appeared to be a career-ending (sarcasm, *knocks wood*) injury, HOSSA. After he scores a goal 19 seconds after coming back... eh, that's implied. I mean, it's getting to the point that if Marian Hossa has exact change when paying for a hamburger, a HOSSA party will ensue. It's ridiculous... but you know it's true. There's no denying the passion and the energy that Hossa brings to the lineup and it's even more amazing that the fans bring that same spirit right back, trying to get him off the ice, trying to get him to score that game-winner, trying to get him to do anything for the win. He's the true team player and he deserves any kind of HOSSA (yeah, respect works here, too) he can get.
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