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OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY—WHAT IS THIS SERIES?!
The Long Island Islanders were DEAD. DEAD! Down 3–1 in the series, people were writing the obituary, digging the grave, throwing dirt on it—AND NOW?! GAME SEVEN?!
AND THIS GAME—THIS GAME—THIRTEEN TO EIGHT?! THAT’S NOT A HOCKEY SCORE, THAT’S A PINBALL MACHINE!!!
Listen. LISTEN.
The Quebec Nordiques had ONE JOB. ONE! You’re up 3–1 in the series, you’re at home, crowd going nuts—AND YOU GIVE UP SIX RUNS IN THE FOURTH?! SIX!!!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
You let the Islanders walk in, kick the door down, raid the fridge, take your lunch money, AND THEN COME BACK FOR DESSERT IN THE SEVENTH WITH FOUR MORE RUNS?!
JEAN-SÉBASTIEN GIGUÈRE?! FOUR HITS! TWO BOMBS! TEN TOTAL BASES?! TEN!! That’s not a game, that’s a crime scene!
And Lance Clark—oh yeah, just a casual “hey guys, I’m gonna hit a 2-run bomb that basically breaks the game open.” NO BIG DEAL.
BUT WAIT—BUT WAIT—QUEBEC FANS, you’re sitting there going:
“Hey Steve, we scored 8 runs! That’s pretty good!”
NO. NO IT’S NOT.
Because you gave up THIRTEEN. THIRTEEN! You scored eight and still lost by FIVE! That’s like bringing a flamethrower to a fight and the other guy shows up with a NUCLEAR WEAPON.
And I don’t even know how to process this—Peter Stastny hits THREE HOME RUNS… AND LOSES?!
THREE HOME RUNS!
YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO WIN BY DEFAULT WHEN THAT HAPPENS!!!
Imagine being Stastny in the locker room:
“Hey guys, I hit three bombs—how’d we do?”
“Yeah… we lost by five.”
WHAT?!
This series makes NO SENSE.
The Islanders’ offense right now? It’s not hot—it’s POSSESSED. Seventeen hits, bombs everywhere, runs in waves. You can’t stop it, you can’t slow it down, you can’t even make it blink!
And Quebec’s pitching?
Garza? COOKED.
Trujillo? COOKED.
Carlsen? 81.00 ERA?! EIGHTY-ONE?! THAT’S NOT AN ERA, THAT’S A CRY FOR HELP!!!
So now we go to Game 7.
GAME. SEVEN.
Momentum? Islanders.
Confidence? Islanders.
Ability to score at will like it’s a video game on rookie mode? ISLANDERS.
Quebec—you better figure this out RIGHT NOW. Tighten it up, slow it down, DO SOMETHING—because if this turns into another track meet?
You are DONE.
And if you’re the Islanders?
You were buried. You were gone. And now?
YOU’RE ONE GAME AWAY FROM COMPLETING THE COMEBACK.
Game 7.
I. CANNOT. WAIT. 😤🔥
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