"Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance To The Radio"

Caps 5, Pens 4 (OT)
Last night was the first time in a long while that I turned up my stereo instead of listening to the color-commentary. I was not optimistic. I was not hopeful. Given the option, I'd much rather listen to The Pixies and The Clash when the alternative is Doc's verbal fellatio, or Crosby's between period interviews. Doolittle, Surfer Rosa, and London Calling... Hockey music.

As for the game, give Varlamov full marks. Again. It was a horrendous, lopsided first frame. The Caps were out-shot, out-hustled, and out-hit. It was a miracle that Varly only let in one goal, considering the gross dearth of decent defensive play he had to endure.

It was hardly a dominating performance from Alex Semin, but Flash wouldn't have bagged his third goal had Semin stopped moving his legs and given up on the play. He could stand to be a little more mobile and dynamic on the power-play, though. Enough of this perimeter crap.

We're still waiting for Green to show up.

Steckel and Bradley were outstanding. I'm always a little miffed when our grinders out-perform our supposed scoring lines.

The moral of the story? Don't bet against a young squad with prodigious skill and fire-power -- especially when Ovechkin is heading the offensive.

The White Stripes' Black Math just may be the perfect Hockey song. The transition at 1:05 reminds me of Backstrom slowing the tempo at his leisure.

Watching Jay Leach rub Bruce's bald spot like hunchback's hump is about the funniest thing I've ever seen. Good times: