Everyone has their most hated home team player. For many Caps fans it's Schultz, Poti or Jurcina. Some have a distaste for Theodore or Nylander. For me, it's Fleischmann. Don't get me wrong. I think he has a great deal of talent in his hands and skates, having the potential to be a forward in the Zubris production mold. But he simply has no toughness or desire to pursue into clogged areas. He passes the puck in any situation that looks like it might get dodgy, and turns away from responsibility in the offensive zone. He seems to have that fear that is poison to the professional athlete: the fear of failure.
I am not a loud fan, I don't voice, for instance, any displeasure with referees (yesterday I entertained those around me when, hearing the chant "REF YOU SUCK", pointed out that it was a linesman who made the offsides call they were so up in arms over). But after a year of regular season, one playoff series, and about ten minutes of yesterday's game, I started griping about Tomas' play in a loud obnoxious way. Every mistake and stupid decision was met with my vocal vitriol, and though no one seemed to notice I soon found that they all had heard me.
Of course you all know what happened in the middle of third period. Flash scored the winning goal, flipping the puck into the net over Fleury. Like every other red blooded and shirted Caps fan, my section rose in jubilation, spreading high fives and gleeful smiles. Once we returned to our seats for the face off however, litteraly everyone around me turned to give me smug little smirks and raised eyebrows. Faced with this near accusatory reaction I did the only thing I could: ignoring the stares I fixed my eyes on the Cap who, at that moment, had the puck and shouted:
"Kozlov you bum! You couldn't score on an EMPTY net!"