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In the Game of Ice and Steel, Only the Ruthless Prevail
The Long Island Islanders have claimed the opening strike in their semifinal bout, turning back the visiting Montreal Canadiens with a 3–2 victory at UBS Arena. And as in all battles worth winning, the triumph came not from chance, but from control—cold, relentless control.

Eduardo Roman, the Islanders’ chosen arm for the day, was every inch the commander they needed—seven innings, five meager hits allowed, six Montreal batsmen struck down with precision. No wasted movement. No mercy. When a man dictates the pace, the enemy has no choice but to dance to his tune.

Montreal, to their credit, opened with the boldness of men who did not yet understand their place. In the first inning, Asher Grubin’s two-run home run briefly disturbed the air. But as often happens with the loudest declarations, it was the last meaningful thing they accomplished. From the second inning onward, they were reduced to scratching at the gates, unable to breach them.

Long Island, patient as a ruler awaiting the perfect moment to turn the blade, replied not with panic, but with inevitability. In the third, Vinny Hixson’s solo home run served as the first whisper of trouble for Montreal. In the seventh, Warming Bernabel matched the feat, evening the score. And in the eighth—the killing blow—Lance Clark, graceful and merciless, drove in the run that broke Montreal’s spirit entirely.

Roman handed the battlefield to Jacomino, who closed the affair with all the warmth of winter steel—two perfect innings, four strikeouts.

Montreal leaves the ice with but five hits, two runs, and the bitter taste of being outmaneuvered. Long Island departs with the advantage in the series, a fortress still unbreached, and the confidence of those who know that one victory is merely the first move in a longer game.

And tomorrow, they meet again. The wise will remember: in such contests, courage without cunning is as useless as a knight without a sword.