“I’m not panicked, YOU’RE PANICKED!” the Wild blogger exclaimed. With tears welling in his eyes, his hair disheveled, and the odor of four showerless days permeating his gray sweatsuit, he didn’t even bother wiping the Cheeto dust off of his fingertips before grabbing his computer and running out of his parents’ basement.
Things aren’t… “good” right now in the State of Hockey. Coming off of a long and downright mediocre homestand, Monday night’s game in Boston was an ideal opportunity to get a fresh and positive start to the East Coast road trip. To say the Wild did not take advantage would be the understatement of the year.