This one’s for all the pigeon-chested, four-eyed weaklings who ever had a “what I really should have done” moment.
It’s for everyone who’s ever had the town bully steal their pizza money and experienced a revenge fantasy worthy of a Quentin Tarantino movie.
That’s right, Ryan Miller and the 12th-placed Buffalo Sabres laid a bare-bum spanking on the defending Stanley Cup champion Boston Bruins.
Everyone remembers the original incident, where Milan Lucic steamrolled Miller. The Sabres responded to that night by going deep into the tank (9-18-5) and blowing any chance they had at a playoff run.
But that will matter a tiny bit less now.
So you want to run our goalie, Milan? Here’s a little 6-0 action for your face – oh, and sorry about the disallowed goal that was perfectly fine.
Karma’s a drag, eh?
Now, it would have been a better lesson for all you kids out there if the Sabres had been able to exact revenge for the incident that sent them into a three-month tailspin (Lucic steamrolling Ryan Miller in November) in more Gandhi-esque fashion.
That’s to say without the tomfoolery of cartoonish winger Patrick Kaleta, as disagreeable and repugnant a character as there is in the NHL.
Kaleta ran around all night, shoving Zdeno Chara into goalie Tim Thomas (who came on in relief of Tuukka Rask), creating a huge scrum at the end of the game (during which Lucic cross-checked him in the melon), and even engaging in fisticuffs with Miller’s tormentor – which is still as pointless an exercise as it’s ever been.
On the plus side, he also scored a goal, always the preferred method for seeking retribution.
So bully for the Sabres, even if they had to resort to bully tactics, at least in part, to get theirs.
The broader point, of course, is that the Bruins, who looked as scary as they ever have in November, December and a chunk of January, are clearly running out of steam.
Boston is a Habs-esque 5-6-1 in its last 12 games, and hasn’t won two straight games in a month.
It’s really, really hard to have a great season after going to the Stanley Cup finals, what with all the psychic energy expended and the 100-plus games that are required to get there.
While Boston’s playoff spot isn’t threatened, they clearly don’t intimidate the pencil-necked geeks in the rest of the league quite as much anymore.
And maybe that’s the real revelation from Wednesday’s game.