As Charlie Coyle entered the post-game press conference room after practice today, he spied Henry, sitting at the front of the room, sporting an oversized Wild jersey. He smiled and introduced himself, to which the five-year-old quickly responded, “I already know you,” with a big grin spreading across his face.
At the start practice Mikael Granlund fell into the boards, hitting his head.
As the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt; and there’s no denying it applies to the Wild’s latest opponent, the Chicago Blackhawks.
The snow is finally dumping down on Minnesota, making December look like a wintery wonderland — outside of the road-rage-inducing, extra-long commutes of course.
The Wild’s lineup has been a little — how should we put it? — fluid lately. With a host of injuries picking on the forwards, Head Coach Mike Yeo has had to do his best fit the right pieces together like a 1,000 piece puzzle.
Either Zach Parise can’t tell time or has Wolverine-like healing powers — or so it seemed.
To everyone’s surprise, Parise stood in his usual spot on the top line as the Wild started line rushes in morning skate. Those of us present questioned whether we had somehow all missed two to three weeks of time or unknowingly took a quick ride with Doc Brown.
Consistency is a beautiful thing. It helps keep life sane and in focus.
Welcome to the Friday everyone; that wonderful day of the week where we can all breathe a sigh of relief that the weekend has finally arrived.
After a hard-hitting tilt last night, the Wild held a very optional skate this morning.
While breaks are always a nice way to unwind and take your mind off things, they must come to an end. And it’s about time; the Lighthouse was getting restless.