Following Tuesday's evisceration on the front page of Ontario's most respected sports journal, Mike Fisher's pride as a professional athlete was clearly wounded. He responded with a classic performance: 2 points, 6 shots, 2 blocked shots and holding Ovechkin and Co. to S.F.A. through three and a quarter periods (no hits?!). Where will the razor sharp glare of the establishment be focussed next? Hard to go after the Big Rig, as he entertainingly dumped Number 8 aside on his way into the zone. The other Chris commited an atrocious giveaway, but continues to play his shit disturbing role as well as can be expected. With that I turn to mine and Dan Savage's special francophone heartthrob. Vermette continues to remind me of the dearly departed Magnus Arvedson, whose speed-generated scoring opportunities far exceeded his actual output. This is your call-out, Antoine: start bulging the twine or it's the Swedish elite league and argyle sweaters for you.
Sens 3, Flyers 2 (Alfie, Spezza, Smith!), Auld continues to battle in heroic Tugnuttian fashion.