We knew we couldn't go to Colorado down 2-0, so tonight was do or die, and we played almost perfect hockey. We were more intense than we had been on Saturday, and we outshot the Avalanche 45-19 in a 4-2 win. The game was tied 2-2 going into the third period, which we dominated, outshooting Colorado 15-1. Even when we had a goal disallowed, we didn't let down. As a player, you know when you're in a good hockey game—fast pace, pinpoint passing, hard hitting—and this one was fabulous. If the league could bottle this, it would be a lot better off.
We finally got a power-play goal when Modano scored off a nice pass from Sergei Zubov. We're only 6 for 61 on power plays so far in the playoffs, and while people say we're struggling, we don't look at it that way. Sometimes the puck's going to go in, and sometimes it isn't. We're working hard, moving the puck and getting good shots, which keeps the bench fired up. That's important. I had 11 shots on goal tonight, a number of them during power plays. That means I'm moving well in the offensive zone, creating turnovers and getting myself in a position to score.
I don't have a book on Roy. I don't really believe in keeping a book on any goalie. I get my chances, take a look and shoot as hard as I can. If you shoot the puck on goal, it can go in. It can hit a skate, it can hit anything. You don't always have time to pick your spot. You just put it on the net.
In the first round, against the Edmonton Oilers, I went four straight games without a goal. I was bitching about how bad I was, and before the next round against St. Louis someone put baby powder, Vaseline and lotion in my locker with instructions on how to rub it on my hands to soften them. I don't know who was behind the joke, but I have an idea: [linemate] Jere Lehtinen.
Tuesday, May 25
On the plane to Denver today I was giving it to Modano because he'd insisted that we put that new Ricky Martin song on our warmup tape again last night. I can't take that. I'm a classic rock-and-roller. If I had my way, we'd listen to Bob Dylan and Neil Young during warmup. My wife, Alison, and I named our younger girl Crosby after David Crosby. After I heard that tape the first time on Saturday, I went to our p.r. guy, Larry Kelly, and told him to get Ricky Martin off. You need hard-driving music before a game. Then last night, first thing I hear is that song again. So I said to Kelly, "I gave you one simple job," and he says, "I took it out, but Modano made me put it back in." Ricky Martin used to be in Menudo, for god's sake. That song's gone, or Modano's gone. There are only two guys on the team who will even listen to it. I think Modano must be a little light in the loafers.
Wednesday, May 26
We got home ice advantage back again. The keys to our 3-0 win were the same ones we've been talking about: Get the puck in deep, forecheck and don't let Colorado come at us with odd-man rushes. Of course, great goaltending by Belfour cures everything. It's like chicken soup.
Joe Nieuwendyk's line scored all three goals, but it doesn't matter if the Modano line scores, or the Nieuwendyk line, or the Guy Carbonneau line. We all go out and do the same thing: We frustrate people. I don't know how many times this year players on other teams have skated up to me and said, "Will you give us some room here?"
Thursday, May 27
Patty Verbeek and I switched sticks toward the end of practice today, and it was pretty funny. If there were ever two sticks that were dead opposite, they're ours. There's no way I could handle his, which is stiff as a two-by-four, and he sure couldn't handle mine. He said it was like spaghetti. It's graphite. I like it whippy because that's how I shoot. It's like golf. I let the club do the work; I don't do the work myself.