Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: coyotes
The coyotes are back. Haven’t heard them in a while but last night there it was, that familiar, creepy yipping sound not so very far away.
From February 16-28, the Phoenix Coyotes went 6-0. Since then, they are 0-5. During that six-game winning streak, three games went to shootouts and one to overtime. During this losing streak, only one game went beyond regulation, Thursday’s shootout with Minnesota. During the winning streak, they only won one game by more than one goal. During the losing streak they have lost two by two or more goals.
During the winning streak, the largest shots on goal discrepancy came against the Canucks on the 28th. The Coyotes were outshot 40-35. That isn’t a glaring gap. In the five games they have just lost, the Coyotes outshot their opponents by as few as 6 shots and as many as 17. In Calgary the shots were even. Doesn’t look like winning on the shot clock has been helping the Coyotes any more than it helps the Sharks.
In this time of speculation and rumors, this last week before the NHL trade deadline, I’ve become obsessed with signs. Not zodiac signs, though that could probably help if I really believed in them. Will Nash end up in LA? Will it matter? Do the Caps miss Boudreau yet? Will Doug Wilson make another move? Will the Coyotes catch the Sharks tonight? There are signs to read, but I don’t know how to read them.
One of the cats went missing. It was the night of the Sharks game in Detroit. It was not one of the friendly pet cats, but a familiar furry face nonetheless. He’s been on the ranch for nearly ten years I think, the wild tuxedo cat named Fred. I felt unaccountably guilty. Even if I was sure a coyote would come calling, Fred was so wild I could not have done anything about it, short of camping out overnight.
This made me look up the definition of “Cassandra complex.” I was glad to discover that it is not actually future vision. It doesn’t even apply here because I don’t know what the heck I’m predicting. I’m a terrible prognosticator. Some friends asked if I had lotto numbers for them anyway. Gotta love friends who know how to ignore that you’re batshit crazy.
The announcement said there were 16 thousand people there Saturday night to watch the Sharks preseason game against the Coyotes. I thought that was a pretty good turnout.
When people say “don’t hurt yourself,” they usually mean you are slacking off, not putting forward your best effort. In the case of this preseason game, I would say there was some of that. But it really is critical to not hurt yourself, so I couldn’t decide if it bothered me that a few players were just not themselves. It’s still September, the team doesn’t need any more injuries. Besides, in a game they will happen, like it or not. For example:
@PollakOnSharks:...linesman just took puck where nobody wants to get hit by a puck. He’s persevering, but in obvious discomfort.
Ugh. So I’m not going to whine about players with nothing to gain from this game not seeming to over-extend themselves. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.