Patrick Kaleta is my fucking hero. Seriously, I’ve been wanting to snap Brad Richards’ neck pretty much all season long from my couch. Sure, he didn’t succeed, but Kaleta rocked him enough to hopefully get his shit together. Richards hasn’t had a goal or a plus game for over a month. Two PP assists all fucking season. I don’t know if anyone’s told him, but the Rangers got Rick Nash. Marian Gaborik is healthy. And in case a pair of 40-goal scorers aren’t enough, Ryan Callahan (and the NHL’s 4th-most tallies with the man advantage last year) still skates on his squad, too. Yet somehow, Brad Richards QBs a power play unit that rose to 5th-worst overall after last night – neither of which he had anything to do with other than getting folded into the boards.
The Blueshirts have won 2 in a row. Cool. They’ve got games in hand on just about everyone in the conference. I’m not worried about missing the playoffs. But it’s hard to find a better spot for one of the league’s top powerplay specialists to thrive than surrounded by the pieces Richards has at his disposal. They’re gonna need to click if NY wants to justify all the Cup contender noise heard once the lockout was lifted. Changing the unit hasn’t helped. Pushing Richards back to the point hasn’t, either. When all else fails, use brute force. If Kaleta’s hit from behind still doesn’t flip the switch, well, at least I enjoyed seeing Brad’s eyes roll back in his head.
P.S. – This hit was nowhere near as dirty as Ibaka’s karate chop of Blake Griffin’s cock.
P.P.S. – Neither of those were as dirty as Tavares’ game-winning shootout goal. Sometimes, you gotta give the Isles credit where credit is due. That usually means JT.