It’s taken me just over 24 hours to digest the Chicago Blackhawks‘ Game 3 overtime loss to the Minnesota Wild, but after a considerable amount of soul searching, I’ve decided that the Hawks are doomed.
I spent most of Monday burning my jersey, tearing down my fathead of Marian Hossa, and decapitating my Patrick Kane bobble-head, while wondering where it all went so wrong.
I just don’t see any way a team that was second in goals scored this season can solve a backup goalie that’s only played in eight games this season. I can’t figure out how the guys who led the league in goals allowed can stop a team that was sixth worst in the NHL in goals scored.
And the Wild are clearly a tougher team. The fact that they scratched and clawed at the fleet-of-foot Hawks in a game they absolutely had to win tells me everything. They outhit Chicago 34-13 after being abused the first two games and did it at home with a playoff-starved crowd behind them that was foaming at the mouth.
I can’t see any way the Hawks can win game four in St. Paul, despite being a league best 18-4-2 on the road during the regular season.
And there’s no chance that Chicago’s top line starts to put points on the board. To think that Jonathan Toews and Calder Memorial Trophy Finalist Brandon Saad might possibly get involved in the offense would be folly.
I also have to believe the Wild will continue to use pinpoint marksmanship and beat Corey Crawford top shelf time after time.
I mean let’s just face the facts: the Hawks are outmatched.
At least they won’t let me down.