The first few days of the Stanley Cup Playoffs are spent going through the handy-dandy record book looking for historical hints to lead one through the early traps.
It is a useless exercise, though. There is nothing more immediate and less history-based than the Stanley Cup. Even regular season form is often a lie, even if recent looks through the playoff brackets show us that seven-seeds, just to pick something the Sharks are, go down almost three-quarters of the time.
But there is one thing that is actually a real nag for San Jose – the penalty kill. No team has been this bad killing shorthanded situations and made the playoffs in 15 years; in 1997, both the New York Rangers and Montreal Canadiens made the playoffs despite being the worst penalty killers in the league. Before that, the ’94 Sharks managed a similar feat.
Thus, while Todd McLellan has already trained the boys to play the underdog card as though they had a deck full of them, the truth is that this is the biggest reason they are underdogs. They stink when the other team has more players.
And with St. Louis having the best home record in the league, and with officials having a hard time resisting the charms of the home team as a general rule, the Sharks will be underdogs until they can reconcile these two facts:
1. They play shorthanded fewer than any other team.
2. They give up the 12th most goals when shorthanded.
That’s fairly awful, and on details like this against a highly disciplined and organized team like St. Louis, the Sharks will either have to cure themselves of something that has afflicted them all year long, or take the pipe quickly and quietly.
San Jose won seven of its last nine games to save itself from golf, and St. Louis lost nine of its final 13 to blow the President’s Trophy, so momentum presumably is with the Sharks.
But no sport spits on momentum quite like hockey. Every game is different, and wildly so; perhaps you should break down the Sharks-Kings series from last spring for verification of this truth.
This series, rather, will break down on the details, because St. Louis under Ken Hitchcock is all about details and his team is more devoted to them than anyone else in the West. Vancouver wins with speed and improvisation. Phoenix wins with a relentless grinding noise. Nashville wins with the best goalie (Pekka Rinne) and the two best defensemen (Shea Weber and Ryan Suter). Detroit wins on muscle memory.
But San Jose wins by the skin of its incisors, mastering the art of timely inconsistency and the adrenaline of desperation. The Sharks have a power play worthy of the name, a strong top six and a slowly improving third and fourth lines.
But they have done this without any form or sense to their season. Their best advertisement is that they failed to fail, and that they got it right enough often enough at the last possible minute.
And winning teams spot the weakness for which losing teams cannot compensate.
Are the Sharks doomed? No. Those ’97 Rangers beat Florida (New York was a five-seed, in case you’re asking) and New Jersey (the one-seed) before going down to Philadelphia. And those ’94 Sharks popped Detroit as an eight-seed before being schooled by Toronto (when Toronto didn’t stink).
But the betting man doesn’t like these odds. The betting man may worry that St. Louis hasn’t got enough experience on this stage, but he doesn’t like the Sharks for more tangible reasons. The betting man would pass on this series entirely.
You, the non-betting fan, can’t pass, though. You’re in, come hell or 5-on-3s. Just don’t be surprised when the reward for finishing seventh is the traditional one – a keychain and a hearty “Thanks for playing our game.”R Soft Web Hosting