And what do you do to the guy who just threw your NHL win-count into double-digits? You make him eat your catching glove. We noticed in Grand Rapids that Jimmy was particularly fond of joining goal celebrations, going so far as to skate out to center ice with his arm out hoping that somebody would notice him and give a little love. But even for him, that was a little epic.
There's a running bet between me and my sister (that will probably never be resolved) about why Ozzie wasn't in net. She thinks it's because of his strange and highly vocal love of playing against Nashville.
I think he was in mourning for Tiger Woods' hiatus from golf and was emotionally unable to play.
I love him but he's like a child.
So despite having been performed on a player that already had an injury, I'm calling the voodoo a success. Now all I have to do is find a Martin Erat card and a box of matches, and tonight's game is in the bag.
Because we're playing Nashville again tonight. Train whistles ahoy.
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And he scored twice tonight! Both beauties! One was another overtime winner! Four goals in two nights! Can you believe it?
No, I still can't! I'm scared I'm going to wake up in the morning and it'll all have been a dream.
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