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Western Conference Semifinals Game 1: A Controlled Chaos
By Dexter Morgan
There’s something strangely beautiful about a blowout — the sheer, unapologetic dominance of one side over the other. Like a perfectly planned execution. No wasted motion, no hesitation, just precision and inevitability. Tonight, the Dallas Stars were the predator. Vegas? The prey.
Final score: Dallas 19, Vegas 7.
Seventeen hits. Nineteen runs. Controlled chaos wrapped in pine tar and stitched leather.
Dallas didn’t just beat Vegas. They dissected them. Cleanly. Efficiently. Brutally.
It began in the bottom of the first — a surgical strike. Brayden Grubin, a name that deserves to be carved into the game’s ledger after tonight, delivered the opening incision: a two-run double. He wasn’t swinging for the fences. He was hunting a pitch, and when he found it, he made it bleed. Grubin finished 3-for-4 with a home run, a double, two walks, seven RBIs, and three runs scored. Excessive? Perhaps. But in his method, I saw a man not driven by ego… only the thrill of exacting impact.
Then there was Amenzu Jabiri, gliding from base to base like a ghost in cleats. Three-for-three, two doubles, five runs scored, three walks. That’s not batting — that’s infiltration. He was everywhere, all at once. Always one step ahead.
And George Costanza — two home runs, six RBIs, three runs scored. Irony? He always claimed to do the opposite of what instinct told him. Maybe that’s the secret: misdirection. While Vegas chased patterns, Costanza flipped the script.
Vegas? They managed seven runs, but that was noise. Superficial movement. They bled early and never stopped.
This was Game 1 of the Western Conference Semifinals. A best-of-seven series. And Dallas just threw the first punch — and it landed flush.
Tomorrow, they do it again. The same park. The same opponent. Will Vegas adapt… or will Dallas finish the job?
We'll find out.
And I’ll be watching.
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