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Let me tell you somethin’ right now — that was a butt-kicking. I don’t care if it’s hockey, baseball, water polo, or checkers in the student union — you don’t walk into somebody’s building in the Conference Finals and get shut out 8-nothing unless you’re not ready to play. And Colorado? They weren’t ready to play.
Connor Bedard? That kid just torched you. Three-for-four, two bombs, three RBIs, three runs scored — he was doing whatever he wanted out there. And then Armando Gonzalez? Guy steps up and just ends you in the fourth with a three-run shot. That’s six runs in two innings, folks. You can’t give up six runs in the middle of a playoff game and expect to still be around when the anthem plays tomorrow night.
And don’t tell me about the doubles, don’t tell me about the “hard outs” — five hits, no runs, eleven guys left on base. You had more men stranded than a lifeboat in a storm.
Meanwhile, Chicago’s over there hittin’ triples, stealing bases, gunning guys at the plate — Perez is mowing you down for seven and two-thirds. They played like a team that wants a ring.
Now here’s the problem — this is Game 1 of a best-of-seven. You don’t make a statement like that if you’re Chicago unless you want Colorado thinking about this one all night. And I promise you — the Avalanche are gonna toss and turn, because that? That was an embarrassment.
Tomorrow? You better find some pride. Or you’re goin’ home a lot sooner than you think.
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