Avalanche of sadness

 

Wow. Nice series Avalanche. You put up less of a fight than Tina Turner the first year she was married to Ike.

If you’re Colorado and you know the Franzen has scored as many goals in the playoffs as you did against his Wings in the entire series what do you do? Do you say “Well that’s that, we are completely screwed.” Do you say “well maybe next time we meet the Wings we can collectively outscore Franzen”? ‘Cause if that’s the goal, wow. Make room for the Mighty Oil next year and just step aside—your day in the sun is officially over.

Franzen. Not Zetterberg. Franzen.

Not Datsyuk or Lidstrom. Franzen.

Not old man Chelios. Franzen.

Wow.

Poor Smyth.