You cannot keep it long, it seems
Gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams
– Tony Bennett version, not Green Day.
That was the worst home opener I’ve been to in a while. And what is really sad is that the afternoon started out so good on 33rd Street. The Rangers organization put on quite a show with the pregame festivities outside Garden.
I wonder why they haven’t done it before? Perhaps the Dolan’s feud with the city ended when Mayor DiBlasio took office and MSG was granted the permit to have a street fair. Just idle speculation….
The event had something for everyone and left those walking into the Garden with a smile on their faces. Blue carpet interviews with the players, hosted by Kevin Weeks, were fun and informative. They had a small plastic rink for the kids, a slap shot 360 photo booth, Ranger Alumni signing autographs and giveaways. It was everything a Ranger Street Fair should be.
They may not have raised the Conference Championship banner but they gave out a nice Ranger flag on the way in. Once the lights went out and the team was introduced, everyone was disappointed to learn Zuccarello would not be playing. It was a game time decision.
So the Rangers would play without the Hobbit, Boyle, Stepan and eventually Nash(who left because his wife was in labor). The Maple Leaves came out banging. Dominic Moore took an unfortunate penalty and the Rangers never recovered. It seemed like all the noobs on the team were intimidated and made poor decisions.
The Rangers got beaten to most pucks. To add insult to injury, Lundqvist turned in his worst performance in recent memory. He let Leaf players stand in front and screen him and never once made them pay. He keeps forgetting my advice to channel his inner Billy Smith and chop at their ankles and legs.
Speaking of Fishsticks, let’s hope Henrik and the boys don’t get smoked by Halak and Boychuk tomorrow night. Let’s keep Hempstead Turnpike the Boulevard Broken Dreams.