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HEAD COACH

Ken Hitchcock

ROSTER

C-Mike Modano, Guy Carbonneau, Joe Nieuwendyk, Tony Hrkac, Brian Skrudland, Derek Plante. LW- Benoit Hogue, Jamie Langenbrunner, Jason Botterill, Dave Reid, Brent Severyn, Jere Lehtinen. RW- Blake Sloan, Brett Hull, Mike Keane, Grant Marshall, Pat Verbeek. D-Derian Hatcher, Craig Ludwig, Darryl Sydor, Shawn Chambers, Richard Matvichuk, Sergei Zubov, Doug Lidster, Brad Lukowich. G-Ed Belfour, Roman Turek.

INJURIES

Benoit Hogue, lw (torn ACL of knee, out for remainder of playoffs). Shawn Chambers, d (sprained knee, day-to-day). Tony Hrkac, c (fractured ribs, indefinitely).

TRANSACTIONS

None.

GAME RESULTS

First Round vs Edmonton: Stars wins 4-0  
4/21 Edmonton     W 2-1
4/23 Edmonton     W 3-2 
4/25 at Edmonton  W 3-2 
4/27 at Edmonton  W 3-2 3 OT

Second Round vs St. Louis: Stars win 4-2
5/07 St. Louis     W 3-0
5/09 St. Louis     W 5-4 OT
5/11 at St. Louis  L 3-2 OT
5/13 at St. Louis  L 3-2 OT
5/15 St. Louis     W 3-1
5/17 at St. Louis  W 4-3 OT

Third Round vs Colorado: Series tied 1-1
5/22 Colorado   L 2-1
5/24 Colorado   W 4-2

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Whatever

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by Jim Panenka, Dallas Correspondent

St. Patrick Humbled by Dallas Demons

Once, a young upstart ruled the hockey world. They drank from the championship cup - and it was good. They wore a strange garb, indeed. A foot or paw could be seen adorned about their shoulders. But then, their time had passed. The champions were felled by men with Red Wings.

But alas, their time had come once again several summers later. They vanquished the past rivals, those men with Red Wings.

They were led by a ruthless, stingy lad, the men with feet on their shoulders. He could often be seen shaking his head wildly about, such as a wolf shakes his head with prey in mouth to tear the meat to shreds.

"What's up with those funky head-shakes, ya freak?" young villagers could be heard asking in the Great Oval Court, the courtyard where the kings of men play their game. It's a brutal game, yet full of all the awe and greatness one sees in the lush northwestern wilderness. It's a game called hockey.

That stingy fellow - the one known only as St. Patrick - holds court in a strange and superstitious fashion much like the necromancer brews his empowered concoctions. He can be seen dancing over the boundaries of the court, perhaps fearing a fall over the imaginary ruts his dark mind has created.

"He's a strange sort, that St. Patrick," ladies often said as they watched his follies.

A new law and order came to town to challenge the men who wore feet about their shoulders. They wore the green and gold, and were empowered by the great star that adorned their chests. These brave new sheriffs, despite their commonality, always found a way to defeat their foes in the name of the defensive good.

They were lead by a man with piercing blue eyes, much like that of the great Eagle, one of the best predators known on earth. His mannerisms were quiet and confident, much like his cohorts.

They have a job to do, and they will labor at their job in yeoman-like fashion, until all fight in their opponents has been snuffed much like the flame of a candle.

The two great powers met in the oval court to wage war, and battle for the right to challenge for that championship cup, the cup fashioned by the chap known as Lord Stanley.

It is the greatest prize in all the land, and all that challenge for the glory it possesses must pay the ultimate price. They must battle for months on end in grueling wars that see many great warriors left to the wayside, felled by the brutality and afflictions known by men in the heat of battle.

But, they must persevere. There are many nights that make up this war - indeed the battle is known as a Best of Seven - for the seven nights one team can use (if necessary) to deliver the death blow to the enemy.

The men with feet on their shoulders came to the court full of piss and vinegar, much buoyed by their recent victory over the red-winged men. Indeed they jeered at those jesters that held court, lead by the taunting head-shakes of the man known as St. Patrick.

That Patrick is a cold and cruel man. Every time he holds the onslaught at bay he can be seen mocking the warriors, holding the evidence of their attack high in the air in an honorless tradition known as the Statue of Liberty. He held the dense black biscuit used in the attack much like he would be holding the head of a recent kill, to spark fear and loathing amongst his enemies.

"HA! You shall have no victory against St. Patrick today!" shouts the stingy one, knowing none have been able to penetrate his netted bunker. Alas, he stands there cocky like the (sunshine) he is.

During the first day of battle, that day known as Game One, the men with Stars on their chest opened up the battle with resolution. The starred ones flung their loathing of St. Patrick back at him with passion, but time after time the stingy one would cast their anger aside and mocked them for having even tried to penetrate his netted bunker - his fortress.

The battle saw furious exchanges of vollies at either end of the great oval court, with both the Eagle and the Saint trading glorious defenses of the netted bunker.

That was until a foot-shouldered chap by the name of Kamensky appeared to have deposited the black biscuit squarely behind the Eagle. But as a witch may have cast a spell, the Eagle called upon his magic to veil the biscuit from the jealous eyes in the sky.

It was veiled with a device known as the pillow, a device that should have clearly been placed further back in the bunker than the opening door posts that it was situated against. Thus, since negating conclusive evidence that the biscuit had indeed successfully penetrated the bunker, the men with the feet on their shoulders were denied the spoils of their apparent success.

This impassioned the men with feet on their shoulders to strike angry blow after angry blow towards the starred ones. Until they had scored again, this time legitimately, once again at the hands of Kamensky. Well, not exactly at his own hands.

One of the starred warriors, indeed their champion - the man known as Modano - was betrayed by the very passion he cast towards the foot-shouldered men. A shot from another foot-shouldered man was cast towards the man known as Kamensky, instead bouncing off the flinging arm of the starred-man known as Modano, into his own netted bunker.

>From that point the men now known as the Avalanche cast a suffocating net like an avalanche onto the starred men. The Avalanche's skill was overwhelming to the starred men, who were still clinging to the very strength of their defensive play close to their chest.

The Avalanche forced the starred men, known as the Stars, to reconsider their defensive mantra, perhaps opening up the floodgates of shot after shot towards the stingy one known as St. Patrick.

The second round of battle, known as Game Two, saw a remarkable display of heart and will by the Stars. They opened up the battle much like the first, a little tentative and cautious, and thus never seriously challenged the bunker of St. Patrick. The Avalanche then sensed their presumed pressure and turned the Stars own attack back up the ice of the oval court back towards their backstopper the Eagle.

The Eagle's eyes never betrayed him, however, as he spectacularly mastered the art of the save by casting aside whatever potentially crushing attack the Avalanche could muster. Indeed, the Eagle fulfilled his destiny by so far proving his critics wrong.

For some times, the Eagle's eyes could play tricks on him, and he would be lured into lashing out at his opponents with the blindness that accompanies a man with fury in his heart. Not this day, you knaves. The Eagle stood in his bunker valiantly and gave his team, the Stars, a chance to go to St. Patrick with the resolution necessary to vanquish him.

Indeed, the Stars known as Reid, Zubov (he's nuts), Nieuwendyk, and Modano all violated the sanctity of St. Patrick's bunker this eve. Patrick, the stingy one, could be seen pouting and shaking his head dejectedly in his bunker, lamenting the vanquishing he suffered at the hands of the Stars like a fool.

For the Stars' General, the silver-haired man known as Hitchcock, had listened to the most respected elder warrior on the Stars, the force known as Guy Carbonneau. Carbonneau had insisted he be given the task of challenging the Avalanche's Peter the Great - indeed the greatest and most feared of the Avalanche warriors.

For you see, the Stars champion warrior Modano was burdened by the task of stopping Peter the Great, thus diluting their efforts at vanquishing the defiant St. Patrick. If Carbonneau can hold the great Peter at bay, Modano may be free to challenge St. Patrick's defiance.

Carbonneau was thanked for his greatness by hearing the chanting of "GUUYYY!" from the Dallas faithful every time he was part of the play. And it was good.

This one change sparked the Stars' necromancers to produce the proper concoction to challenge St. Patrick with the necessary resolve, winning the contest 4-2. Thus, the Best of Seven series is tied at one victory apiece.

And, the Stars shall meet the Avalanche on their own oval court some two days hence. And the battle against the defiant and cocksure St. Patrick shall continue...at least now St. Patrick has been bloodied. He knows of his own mortality. The Eagle held Patrick in his claw like prey- if only for one eve.

*And on a side note the Stars' great warrior known as Benoit Hogue became the latest victim of the RAIRS affliction. This affliction, known as the Reunion Arena Ice Rut Syndrome, mercilessly grabs the skate of the hapless Stars and locks it to the ice like the ruthless jaws of a shark - thus bending and possibly breaking the soft interconnecting tissue of the joint known as the knee.

* The Stars warriors can soon see a boost by the return of their great defensive workhorse known as Shawn Chambers. The current defenseman have been greatly challenged by the task of holding the Avalanche at bay, and will welcome the bolster of their ranks.

(For you imagination-impaired, the column will revert back to it's usual golly- gee whiz-type proper Ainglish next time, MMMK?)




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