EGO had three sententia in statim aftermath of permaneo nox noctis’ 2-1 damnum in Sunrise. Unus, titulus of unus of meus ventus cinematic comedies, ‘ ut Bonus ut Is Gets’ — ut titulus, suus syntax, iustus genus sauntered super in meus stipes- damnum caput capitis. Duos, ut illic nam eram an sublimis toxicity ut exsisto instituo in forums of fervidus procul os, quod ut Id’ exspecto 12 vel sic hora pro scanning suum tenor, ut pensilis pro losing hockey venatus est in meus visum quoque districtus a rememdium. Quod three, fan exuberance quod suus obvious shortcomings tamen, interdum dementis men es verevoxin suum rabies.
Absentis a prodigiosus turnaround huic hockey team, qui quibus est impossible ut deprehensio is oriens, odds es ut Caps’ procuratio est iens venire contra animadverto res ultum quantum fanbase has pro super duos weeks iam — quod amo, quinymo nunc. (vindicatum they iam dont.’) Quod mihi invites an interesting question. Nos can totus congruo ut 75 vel 90 sentio of vicis, furca- quod- lampas latrunculus of vapulus down per quoque plures damnum est reactionary quod insensatus in prorsus sterilis formo. Suus’ vetusEGO gotta have a caput capitis in a patella mentality. Suus’ coegi per the Id’s need to vent. But ocassionally, just ocassionally, beneath all the sound and the foaming, there is actual merit to their madness.
But more specifically, what is it about the kingdom of fandom that once in a while affords it a view to an appropriate kill, while management, comprised of seasoned professionals in the industry, dithers and damagingly delays? It could perhaps be analogized as the dog owner who presents his pup to the veterinarian complaining of a gut-felt malady in the little guy, but finds no remedy. ‘My little doggie just isn’t right,’ the owner would report. The vet would examine, detect no ill, and move along to inspect the next critter. A tumor somehow went undetected, by the pro we most depend upon to find it. Again, nine times out of ten, it’s found, and quite often excessive worry and woe needlessly drive scores of animal lovers to unnecessary and costly visits to the vet. However in Washington this fall, we’ve a genuinely sick pup named puck.
Fully five days this hockey team had to prepare itself for the perpetually underwhelming Florida Panthers, losers of four straight games. Its lineup was at 95 percent capacity. Its leaders spoke this week on record of an imperative of the moment. Again, once the puck dropped, it played not poorly at all but not good enough to win. Again.
One could plausibly posit that the Southeast is the NHL’s least imposing division, and the Capitals this morning are at the bottom of it. Syllogism: the Caps are the worst team in hockey. One that eight weeks ago spoke uniformly and openly about participating in the NHL postseason.
The fanbase this morning might rightly ask of management: just how much evidence do you require?
This morning there is for me a foreboding sense of an awful appointment tonight for the Caps, again in Florida. I witnessed much of what Vinny did to the first-place ‘Canes the other night. A Friday night in Tampa: this building, unlike last night’s, will be sold out. There is a team perhaps in or approaching a death spiral gliding toward a potential buzzsaw. I fear a high order of ugliness. And then, following, a quiet weekend of disquiet. Again.
Then, maybe then — likely not but perhaps — remedy will follow. A furious fanbase will be obliged. A corrective course will be pursued. Maybe.
More likely, however, even in the event of a wretched, additionally spirits-sapping defeat this evening, one driving this hockey team further below the Mendoza line of competitiveness, management will ponder further. At some point, however, the conveyor belt of rationalizing inaction will produce no product. Then it will be fair for the fanbase to ask of the team’s management, with respect to this week’s five-day break, Why did you wait?
New free agents aren’t performing poorly. The defense is much improved, the goaltending super solid and often even better. Alex is playing the best hockey of his career. But accorded the advantage of relaxed schedule and the self-imposed imperative of winning, the best this Caps club could do last night in Sunrise was play well enough to lose to a lousy club. Again.
This is as good as it gets.