Game Recap: It is the shootout, Silly Rangers. You Lose. Isles 4 NYR 3

Whelp. This is certainly a different team with the return of number 3 and number 20.

Travis Hamonic on the blueline solidifies the D-Corps so much, exponentially improving the play of his Rad Bromance, Andrew MacDonald. He is poised. He is tough. His offensive accumen was on display allnight long as well.

Isles sprint out to a 1-0 lead, via MacDonald to JT91 who makes a sick feed through three NYR defenders to Moulson Golden. Number 26 for Number 26.

JT then took a quick up from the aforementioned Travis Hamonic, went between the legs 90 feet to the tape of Parenteau who ROOFED IT on the rush (and the quest for a big pay day).

Rangers get one back late Via Staal. PP. Ranger PP is deadly all of a sudden.

Parenteau bangs another one home, this on the PP, From MacDonald again and Moulson.

Gaborik gets a freebie when Streit pinches and Staois inexplicably… also pinches.

Rangers tie it up of a flukey bounce off Hamonic, off Nabokov and in.

Both teams trade NOTHING the first 15 minutes of the third. Then both teams take stupid penalties. Neither Powerplay can cash in despite close calls. To overtime. Jurtcina takes one of the stupidest penalties ever, but the Rangers cant cash in during OT.

The shootout, with a twist. Biron knows the Isles shooters. He was here.

The Great Danish Prince teases the backhand of Judgement and goes with move number 2, the 5 hole job. NASTY.

Gaboprick answers. 1 all.

JT bangs one off the bar. Some Ranger schlub is denied.

Parenteau Gloves. Brad Richards still sucks and is vastly overpaid.

Moulson, snipe job inside the post. John Mitchell denied. NYI WIN.

Some notes:

PK was putrid. PP was better at times. Casey Cizikas NHL debut. Kid looked solid. blocked a shot or two. Hits. Hit Rolston with a few sweet passes the old man mutilated. Matt Martin went to war. Hitting, Fighting. PKing. Great multitooled player. Grabner struggling on breakaways. He needs a COACH (I really wish we had one of those) to get him going confidence wise.

Nabokov, if he gets locked up, expedites the rebuild on his own.

Always nice to beat the Blueshirts. REally wish I felt well enough to go tonight. C’est la vie.

 

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