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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Pirates prevail over Pack, 5-4

That trick never works Courant photo

The Hartford Wolf Pack lost at home to the Portland Pirates on Saturday night, 5-4, in a entertaining back-and-forth contest that had plenty of bumps and bruises for both sides. With the loss, Hartford falls back into a second-place tie with Manchester.

In the first period, Wolf Pack goalie Al Montoya strayed out to the blue line to play the puck and was upended, landing awkwardly on the back of his neck. Montoya finished playing out the period but left the game after that, with Robert Gherson playing the last two periods in net for the Pack. Later in the game, Portland goalie Nathan Marsters took a puck in the chops and was down on the ice for a while, and Ivan Baranka checked a Portland player completely into the Pirates' bench when the door to the bench popped open after the two players crashed into the boards.

Hartford jumped out quickly in this one, with Craig Weller scoring just 27 seconds into the contest, but three straight goals by the Pirates turned a 2-1 Hartford advantage into a 4-2 deficit early in the third period. Hartford then scored two goals to tie it, with Nigel Dawes picking up a loose puck on a weird bounce in the Portland end and jamming it home, and then shortly afterwards Bryan Rodney splitting two defenders and roofing a nice wrist shot over Marsters' glove to make it 4-4.

Fedor Fedorov was a heathy scratch for the second straight night. The game drew a crowd of 7,951 fans, raising Hartford's average attendance to 5,221 on the year-- 11th in a league of 27 teams and above the minimum 5200 benchmark required by MSG's lease, giving Jeff Jacobs one less thing to snivel about.

14 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe Pack fans should boycott the Hartford Courant like Jacobs and his Whaler Whiners try to get others to boycott the Pack.

1/16/06, 12:18 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I already do and too fucking bad Jacobs survived his heart attack
Typical whinny kike that he is hitler missed one!!!!!

1/16/06, 2:14 PM

 
Anonymous Will Leitch said...

Hey, kid-- you're stealing my act!

1/16/06, 10:41 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pack fans are partly to blame for this whole Whalers-fiasco thats about to lead to MSG's exit. We haven't been anywhere near as vocal as the 30 Whalers BC members. Maybe it's about time to stop taking this abuse by the Whiners and start fighting back for our team!!

1/17/06, 1:03 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And what would you suggest we beat them up?; have a rumble on Trumble street? Mug Marty "Let them in for Free" the next time he follows Dineen to his next Portland? Find Al Victor and pull his purple coat over his head and beat him with thunder sticks?

Please, the Whaler BC members are irrational. There is no rational argument to be made against freaks like that. They make asses out of themselves every time they post on their board, or open their mouth, or hold thier so-called rallies.

1/17/06, 2:20 AM

 
Anonymous G12 said...

Sorry i love the pack but i'm not going to kick and cry like a five year old like the Whaler booster club does and blame MSG and the Rangers, unlike themselves and the other Whaler whinners i have a life.

And watching hockey is part of it,but it isnt everything will i miss the pack if they go yes, but mogaloid villiage is close enough for me to go there i will never SUPPORT the Falcoons because of that peace of white trash Puppy.

Will i come to forty games in the NHL. never i would have to rob a bank to go to that many but the truth is the Whaler fans are going to end up with no hockey in Hartford and then they will be shown for the true assholes they really are.

1/17/06, 8:53 AM

 
Anonymous mrs. brushback said...

As a Pack fan I feel the best way for me to fight back is by filling my seat 40 nights a year at the Civic Center. There's nothing else for me to do.

The decision isn't ours to make, so just sit back and let it be made. Hopefully it will come out our way in the end.

1/17/06, 11:57 AM

 
Anonymous xbrushbackx said...

I agree that the HWBC Whiners are irrational, but I also think we should beat them up! (just kidding, sorta)

March the streets
30 or 40 strong
United against
A world that's wrong
The numbers shock you
It's the truth
A mini-army
Of angry youth
Wolfpack! Don't give us any shit
Wolfpack! Or you're gonna get hit
Wolfpack! It's a unity ideal
Wolfpack! Better believe it's real
Fucking proud
To be a part of this
Every kid is my brother here
Shoulder to shoulder
Or back to back
We're united
It's the year of the pack!
Wolfpack! Don't give us any shit
Wolfpack! Or you're gonna get hit
Wolfpack! It's a unity ideal
Wolfpack! Better believe it's real

\m/ rock on!

1/17/06, 9:28 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)

1/17/06, 10:05 PM

 
Anonymous Brushback (oi!) said...

Take 'em all, take 'em all
Put 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em
Short and tall, watch 'em fall
Come on boys take 'em all

1/17/06, 11:06 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ohhh the guns of brixton

1/18/06, 8:42 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his team. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his team.

Wolf*Pack Fans, all this stuff you've heard about Wolf*Pack Fan not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the battle is a lot of horse dung. Wolf*Pack Fans traditionally love to fight. All real Wolf*Pack Fans love the sting of battle. When you were kids you all admired the champion at Donkey Kong, the fastest runner, the best Play Station user, the best player at Grand Theft Auto. Wolf*Pack Fans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Wolf*Pack Fans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a fan who lost and laughed. That's why Wolf*Pack Fans have never lost and will never lose a war because the very thought of losing is hateful to Wolf*Pack Fans.

Now the Wolf*Pack Fans are a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about “not real hockey” for the Hartford Courant don't know anything more about real hockey than they do about fornicating. Now we have the finest food and equipment the best spirit and the best fans in the world. You know by God, I actually pity those poor bastard Whaler Fans, we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the gears of our Zambonis. We're going to murder those lousy Green bastards by the bushel. Now some of you fans I know are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Whalers Whiners are the enemy. Wade into them! Spill their blood! Spear them in the belly! When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face you'll know what to do.

There's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying we are "holding our position". We're not "holding" anything. Let the Whiner do that. We're advancing constantly. We're not interested in holding on to anything except the enemy. We're going to hold on to him by the nose and kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose! Now there's one thing that you fans will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you: "What did you do in the great Rumble on Trumble?" You won't have to say: "Well I shoveled shit in Cromwell."

All right, now, you sons of bitches you know how I feel. I will be proud to lead you wonderful fans into battle anytime anywhere. That's all.

1/18/06, 8:58 AM

 
Anonymous G12 has a ice pick said...

I'm already on trumbull with my bayonet sharp and bloody let's do this, the scotish blood that courses though my veins from my ancsetors is crying out for VENGANCE and though i may fall in battle it will not be on this day to arms all.
Fuck Marty and fuck Al death to all Whaler whinners.

1/18/06, 9:16 AM

 
Blogger Brushback said...

That's just awesome!

1/19/06, 5:09 PM

 

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