[jg2977]

Alright folks, buckle up, Barry Melrose here, and lemme tell ya—if you're a fan of offense, fireworks, and absolute domination, you got it in spades Friday night down in Los Angeles. The Calgary Flames—yes, the baseball version of the Flames—lit up the Kings like it was Canada Day on ice. Final score? 19–6. That’s not a hockey game, that’s a touchdown and a safety in baseball cleats.
Now let’s talk about the star of the show: Nazem Kadri. This guy didn’t just show up—he exploded. Six-for-six at the dish. Hits for the cycle. Three bombs, a double, a triple—the full buffet, folks. He drove in six, scored six, and basically walked into L.A. and said, “This is my house now.”

Look, it was the Kings' first playoff game in 21 years and it showed. They came out with some energy, but the Flames punched ‘em in the mouth in the 2nd inning with seven runs, and the Kings never got back up off the mat.

Kadri wasn’t alone either—P. Salles, M. Grubin, A. Piceno, and the rest of that Flames lineup just kept pouring it on. 22 hits. I’ve seen kinder treatment at a bouncer convention. This was relentless.

Now, give the Kings some credit—they had three homers of their own, including one from Anze Kopitar—but let’s be honest: the pitching staff looked like they were throwing BP. Calgary touched up seven different arms. Nobody got away clean.

The win sends the Flames to face the rested and ready Chicago Blackhawks in the next round, and lemme tell ya—after a performance like that, Chicago’s gotta be sweating bullets. This Calgary squad? They’re loose, they’re loud, and they just dropped nineteen runs in a playoff game.

To quote Don Cherry—if that don’t light your fire, your wood’s wet.

Stick around, folks. Playoff baseball just got spicy.