Bad few days for Minnesota teams in this Glendale parking lot. First the Vikings, not the Wild, with this game played in front of friends and family, I believe.
Sad. The NHL-owned Coyotes are becoming quite the Western Conference story, winning five in a row now, yet a few thousands make it out to Glendale on a nightly basis.
As I said on Twitter throughout the first period, it was very clear early the Wild just didn't have it tonight. This was worse than your normal slow start. Wild couldn't make a pass, had neutral-zone breakdown, got outbattled in its own zone and just didn't get enough pucks deep to establish any of those suffocating forechecks we've seen lately.
Sure, it was a couple breakdowns that led to Phoenix's goals 44 seconds apart in the second, but lets be honest, Niklas Backstrom saved the Wild's hide countless times before the tallies.
I always find it interesting how if you give a team a day off the day before a game how that team always seems to forget how to play hockey. It's not just the Wild; it's a lot of teams. A well-known coach was joking about this to me a few weeks ago.
But something could be at play here, and it's the scary thing. There's a nasty bug going through the Wild right now. Whether it's the same thing or not, Miettinen and Kim Johnsson had the flu. Now road roommies Cal Clutterbuck and Derek Boogaard's got it, and it's clear there are a lot of drained players in the locker room that's playing through some stuff right now.
This thing has flu symptoms, but also loss of energy, light-headedness, nausea. As some of my colleagues can attest, I felt the latter three all night.
Onward. Andrew Ebbett was the victim of what looked like a clear two-forearm, leaping shiver to the face from Ed Jovanovski as he entered the zone in the third period. I've got a long history with Jovo Cop and like the guy, but this was pretty blatant.