When my Lightning lost five games in a row, I sighed, pushed my hockey jerseys to the back of the closet, and resigned myself to the fact that unless watching my team getting obliterated over and over was my kind of fun (it’s not), then this hockey season wasn’t going to be worth watching.
Like a crack addict, though, I can’t stay away from hockey for very long. I watched the Lightning play the Sabres on Saturday night, and I had to keep checking the scoreboard to make sure I was, indeed, still watching my team play. It was like each player had a full lobotomy or had their hockey-playing skills magically restored.
How did it happen? I don’t know, but it worked. They shut out the Sabres 3-0, then beat them again last night, 4-3.
I suspect…call me crazy…that having a coach who looks this mean had a wee little something to do with the team’s turnaround:
Seriously…would YOU want to piss him off?!