A complete replica of Game 3. Isles come out flying, get a lead, fail to capitalize on numerous powerplays/quality chances to extend it, allow the Bolts to come back, and then lose in OT.
People who’ve been following me for the long run know me – I’m always about the positivity. Think good, see good; always expecting a comeback, always hoping for the best, always figuring things will fix themselves. And I’ve bee that was for 91 games this year, but tonight, for game 92, I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach from the jump. Even with the lead I just knew Tampa would come back; and thats not to fault the Isles. Besides not taking advantage of a few good chances there’s not much to complain about. Okposo found himself on the board, the defense stood strong in front of another quality outing from Greiss, and the fourth line did what was expected, but Tampa just has what it takes to make any lead feel like its still 0-0, they’re just never out of it.
Maybe its being around KFC so much, maybe it’s me coming down off the sweet sweet high of finally making it out of the first round, but my positivity is dwindling. You’re watching a man wither and die in front of your eyes people. And it’s death by a half-dozen Nikita Kucherov 3rd period goals. It’s gunna be pretty damn hard to come back from 3-1 against a team like the Bolts. Game 5 on Sunday, the first must-win of the year.
PS – If I acknowledge the fact that the comment section is gunna drop a billion “We eatin” comments does that negate it being funny? I think it does. I hope it does.