I don't even understand this Paul Coffey statement "Make the plays." Look, I aint no Dallas Eakins, but I'm pretty well versed on the nuances of the game. Shouldn't the first thing you are telling your D-core is to 'Break up the plays, STOP the plays...."? As a defenseman that's kinda your primary job. Master that, then learn how to do an end to end toe-drag followed by a 'Michigan' lacrosse style goal on every rush.
If the Oilers were a person, they'd be that guy that boots up the Xbox and plugs in a racing game. And all they add to the car is Engine parts and turbos. No brakes, no tires, no suspension upgrades to improve the cars handling. Just a giant, one dimensional engine that does one thing and keeps smashing into the wall.
They are that guy that goes to the driving range 30 times a year, takes their whole bag, but only pull out ONE club, their driver. And the one time a year they actual go and play on a city/public course as a solo walk on, they brag about how 'long' they are when they are on deck waiting to go. Even though they're hitting bombs down the middle off the tee, they're coming in with a snowman on every hole because they literally have no concept of how to run a short game and are shanking every iron into the bush. And because Edmonton, they are also wearing a white belt, white Oakleys on the BACK of their hat, and are draped head to toe in under armour gear.
I could really go on forever and keep writing out metaphoric analogies on the shortcomings of the Oilers, and all Edmontonians as a whole, but really all that needs to be said is.
Edmonton is no good.
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