A three-goal lead against the Bruins last night should’ve been more than enough cushion. It wasn’t. That’s because we have no clue how to protect a lead or let the air out of a game.
Indeed, as the proceedings inexorably slipped through our white-knuckled grasp, our guys ran around the ice like so many chickens with their heads cut off. I’ve seen pee-wee teams with better positioning. It’s as if no one knows where they’re supposed to be and what they’re supposed to do.
Like watching dominos fall. Or in keeping with a Halloween theme, Nightmare on Fifth Avenue.