I'm not giving up on this series. But it doesn't look good.
I don't normally make requisitions when I write about this team, because A) that would be obnoxious and B) they continually exceed my expectations. No banners yet--but I couldn't ask for a better group to be the first and only major sports team to wear Nashville on its jerseys.
Tonight, however, a small request: if this is really the end, go out like Predators, not punks.
If this is the end, let the San Jose Sharks arrive at Vancouver to find an utterly broken opponent.
The second defense pairing may be suspect, but the prospects can fix that. The forward lines may lack wingers, but money can fix that. This season, however, we put the league on notice: whatever team the Predators build, it's core--Shea Weber, Ryan Suter, Pekka Rinne--is a relentless, elite group of leaders.
The Canucks are a well-rounded team, with virtually no weaknesses on paper. Their captain, however, has shown that, despite all his talent, he doesn't want to pay the necessary price. He's a captain who will disappear for an entire playoffs, and then disrespect the opposition.
I'd take our three over their twins and goalie every day of the week. Money and stability are finally catching up the talent and assets in Nashville--the future is bright.
Don't squander the present, though, for a future that may never come. Play like there is no future.
Nobody expects the Predators to pull this one out. But, hey--nobody picked them to be there in the first place.