It's the End of the World!

Yep. Might as well pack it in now, folks.

Yet again, the Wild couldn't close it out.
Yet again, the Wild played good one period and terrible the next.
Yet again, Mike Yeo is to blame.
Yet again, Mikko Koivu is to blame.

Yet again.

Ah, it's Wild season. Hockey has arrived. You can smell the ice when you walk into the Xcel Energy Center. I love it.

You know what else I love? Watching people lose their fucking minds when the Wild lose.

What I saw in the second period last night was one of the best periods of Wild hockey I've seen in, ever. The Wild defense was shutting down the Kings' breakout. Forwards were buzzing. Coyle and Niederreiter were parking themselves in the crease like giant fucking Cadillacs squeezing into the compact car space.

And Jonathan Fucking Quick was Jonathan Fucking Quick. I hated him last night in the same way I hated the Penguins and Red Wings of the late 90s; so damn good and you can't do anything about it.

With a human playing goal last night, the Wild would have put the game away. With Quick, they didn't really have much of a chance.

Relax, Wild fans. Breathe. It's going to be a long season. Enjoy it.