The Good
There ain't much to say here...
Kempny had another decent game, probably enough to keep him in Coach Q's good graces for another game.
Seabrook was dialed in properly. He's been The Hawks' best all-round D-man this year, IMO.
Toews battled hard all afternoon, but...
The Bad
...Hartman & Hinostroza were having none of it, as they seemed to exist in separate vacuums than The Captain, just kinda doing their own things, whatever that entailed.
The Big Line showed up for the first period and then disappeared.
Tanner Kero. Not an NHL player, I'm afraid.
The Ugly
TVR jumped into the rush three or four times which, half the time, flipped back to an odd-man rush for St. Loo-is, as old 57 huffed and puffed, vainly attempting to catch someone, anyone.
Nik Hjalmarsson's Third Period: not a criticism, just an acknowledgment that he and everyone else would like to forget that half hour of his life, with two stingers on one shift and an unlucky own-goal. Man, he's blocked so many shots this year he won't be able to wear shorts until August.
Ah, well, it was always going to be tough today without Hoss and Krugs, and The Blues were geared up for this game more than any other they've ever played. So congrats, dummies, you won a game in January, so get your plaque, bask in the warming basking glow of the most important win in your sad franchise's history, and get lost.
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