Meltzer's Musings: 5-30-10

Game one of the Stanley Cup Finals was hardly the type of game that coaches draw up, and the epitome of why hockey is impossible to predict. If someone told you going in that there would 11 goals scored and 4 lead changes, would you have believed it? How about if if you were told that none of the goals would come off the sticks of either team's top forward line? The opening game of the series w

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Inside Flyers’ 6-5 loss in Game 1

2010 STANLEY CUP FINAL POST-GAME NOTES - GAME 1 PHILADELPHIA FLYERS 5 AT CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS 6 - MAY 29, 2010 WHAT A START Reflecting the unpredictability and excitement of the three playoff rounds that preceded it, there was no sign of a conservative 'feeling out process' to begin this Stanley Cup Final. The Blackhawks and Flyers combined for 11 goals, the most in a Stanley Cup Final game for 18 years. The last time 11 goals were scored in a Final game also marked the last appearance by the Blackhawks in the Final -- Game 4 of the 1992 series against the Pittsburgh Penguins. The Penguins defeated the Blackhawks 6-5 at Chicago Stadium on June 1, 1992, capturing the Stanley Cup with a four-game sweep. There were three lead changes tonight and each club led by three different scores; the Flyers led 1-0, 3-2 and 4-3, while the Blackhawks were ahead 2-1, 5-4 and 6-5. Neither team enjoyed more than a one-goal lead.

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Post-game Peter Laviolette Q and A

COACH LAVIOLETTE Q. Coach, on that winning goal, several seconds before the score, it looked like the puck hit Kopecky when he was still sitting on the edge of the bench. Did you think it should have been whistled down at that point? COACH LAVIOLETTE: If a puck hits player on the bench, it's supposed to be whistled down. Well, that's neither here nor there right now. They scored.

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Not Only the Wind Blows in Chi-Town

Yeah, I may have picked the ‘Hawks to win it. Yeah, that’s what logic told me, based on my head.  But my heart pumps Orange and Black. When  they players prepare for a game, and play in it, they must keep their emotions in check.  They must play smart, and keep their emotions in check a bit.  But I’m not a player, my actions have no bearing on what happens. My head says Chicago , but my heart says Flyers .

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