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Back to the scene of the misplaced stats...and sure enough, a quick inspection of the floor in the rec room turned up a little sheet on which I had accounted for the results of four different games. Realizing they could have very well been lost to time, I am reminded of both the kindness that can still be found in some people, and yet I cannot help but acknowledge at the same time the negligence that certain individuals may have when it comes to keeping the floor tidy. Still, it was precisely such negligence which enabled me to reclaim the paper, so I am by no means in a position to carry myself with any semblance of self-righteousness. Indeed, even at my most honorable I'm as a dirty rag compared to the Creator, through Whom I live, and move, and have my being. Realizing the odds of losing it once again are just as great as they were yesterday--a 50/50 chance--and not wanting to tempt fate for the second time, I take a moment now to backtrack to where I had been the day before. Fresh off ending the Flyers' magic carpet ride and in the early stages of preparation for one of the most legendary runs of prolonged NHL success in franchise and league history, the Red Wings--led by future Hall of Famer Steve Yzerman--took on the New York Islanders in what seemed like it would be a fairly routine 'title defense.' The Islanders were one of the worst teams in the NHL during the 1990-91 season, now long removed from their glorious successes of the late 1970s and early 1980s. With every piece of that dynasty either retired, traded, or getting up in years, this was a team that had been in the rebuilding process for years. You could say they're still rebuilding to this day, as they have not won a Stanley Cup since 1983 (which marked their fourth consecutive championship in as many years), have not made it to the Stanley Cup Final since 1984, and have not won a division title since 1988. They finished dead last in scoring in 1990-91 with 223 'goals for,' and had the fewest power-play goals scored (51, tied with the Quebec Nordiques), as well as the fewest power-play opportunities (317). If they had one bright spot to speak of, it was Pat LaFontaine, a five-time NHL All-Star who would be inducted into the Hall in 2003 (and is among the few Hall inductees to have never won a Stanley Cup in his career). The Islanders summoned up all their courage, and with Pat leading the way, managed to upset Detroit 3-0, leading 57-52 in shots. Both teams were a combined 0/9 on power play opportunities, and combined for 11 penalties and 28 minutes in the box. Detroit won the only fight of the contest, through the courtesy of enforcer Bob Probert, and led 20:59-20:31 in the attack zone. Next up for the Islanders was a true challenge, as they took on the Edmonton Oilers. Despite starting 2-11-2, the Oilers rebounded to finish third in the Smythe division, extending their streak of making the playoffs every year they've been in the NHL. They also entered the 1990-91 season as defending champions, and made it all the way to the Campbell conference final before falling in five to the Minnesota North Stars. The three-headed hydra of Petr Klima, Esa Tikkanen, and future Hall of Famer Mark Messier proved too much for the Islanders to overcome, as the Oilers achieved a convincing 6-2 win. Despite the four-point margin of victory, it was the Islanders who had the narrow advantage in shots taken, 58-56. Other than that, it was Edmonton all the way, with defenseman Steve Smith getting more than his fair share of blows in as the Oilers won all three of the fights that ensued. Edmonton also led 21:21-17:41 in the attack zone. The two teams were a combined 1/8 on power play opportunities (with the Oilers scoring the only goal in such a situation), and came together for 14 penalties and 46 minutes in the box. Coming home to the "City of Champions," the Oilers sought to defend their home ice against the New Jersey Devils, a team that on paper boasted an unimpressive record and had no statistical leaders who are currently in the Hall of Fame; however, the Devils did make some history in the preseason when they drafted Martin Brodeur (who won three Stanley Cups with the Devils and was inducted to the Hall in 2018) with their first round selection in the 1990 NHL Entry Draft. While Brodeur did not factor into their eventual victory over Edmonton, as the Devils pulled off the 3-2 upset (leading 3-1 before Petr Klima scored a goal in garbage time), they could count on young Kirk Muller and John MacLean, along with enforcer Ken Daneyko (who, for his part, helped the Devils achieve a 2-1 edge in fights won). The two teams were a combined 1/4 on power plays (with Edmonton being the only team to capitalize on an opportunity), and came together for 14 penalties and 46 in the box. Though the Devils won, it was Edmonton who led 61-45 in shots taken, and 19:38-18:27 in the attack zone. The Devils would close, for the moment, this "NHL Hockey" chapter by facing the Toronto Maple Leafs at the Brendan Byrne Arena. Not withstanding the Maple Leafs' storied legacy in the NHL, they were a team that not only finished last in the Norris division, but dead last in the Campbell conference. They were legitimately one of the worst teams in the NHL in the 1990-91 season, but could count on their 'one-man show' Vincent Damphousse, a Montreal native who within two years found himself playing for his beloved Canadiens (and becoming a big part of why they won the Stanley Cup in the 1992-93 season), leading them in assists and points during the regular season. For the Maple Leafs he was just as dependable, leading in goals, assists, and points during one of the most disappointing seasons in franchise history. He was a bright spot they could count on, and by himself he accounted for all three of Toronto's goals, in a 6-3 losing effort. For the first time to date, the teams were a combined 50-50 in shots, with Toronto winning both fights courtesy of enforcer Luke Richardson (who is not in the Hall but has been honored with the Meritorious Service Cross, for his efforts to raise awareness about youth mental health following the suicide of one of his children, daughter Daron, in 2010) and leading 19:45-19:37 in the attack zone (a narrow eight-second margin of advantage). The two teams were a combined 0/5 on power plays, and came together for ten penalties and 32 minutes in the box. Last night and this morning, I did a couple of games in the original "John Madden Football," and while it was tempting to dig into its 'meat and potatoes' a little bit more afterwards, I find myself drawn back to the NHL yet again, and more specifically "NHL '96." It is notable as the game where fighting was brought back, as the feature had been absent from "NHL '94" and "NHL '95" following its inclusion in both the original "NHL Hockey" and the immediate sequel "NHLPA Hockey '93." However, for some reason, the AI is a bit reluctant to actually scrap; having done several test games in '96 I have noticed that even when two players get heated enough to legitimately end up in a fighting situation, neither one will actually throw a blow. You could chalk it up to intelligence, as there are different difficulty levels in the game, but the fighting logic doesn't change regardless of the setting. Since there are other circumstances under which a player can incur a five-minute penalty for violations aside from merely fighting (which was one of the new additions to '96; the original "NHL Hockey" and "NHLPA Hockey '93" both have five-minute penalties for fighting, but not for other rule violations), it's senseless in my opinion to turn on fighting when the computer opponents are too pacifistic to get fistic. So in that sense '96 becomes a more realistic version of '94 and '95, games that by themselves lacked fighting anyway. I look down at a sheet filled with spirals and scribbles in different colors...blue and black chiefly among them, though a purple outlier also catches my eye. I see the word 'TRUE,' in black. Not sure why I wrote it down, but I am reminded of the importance of being sincere. If my brain was sending a signal to my hands to give me a reminder, mission accomplished. Before I forget, I turn the sheet around. There is more 'dead space,' plain, white canvas. And yet there are still a few spirals, plus what appears to be an abstract butterfly and a pitiful, colorless attempt at a rainbow. This time around, the scribbles outnumber the spirals. There is no presence of purple, but there is some noticeable green, and even blue Sharpie. I look at the thoughts that have originated from my mind. "TEEN TITANS." "ETERNAL CHAMPION #TB12." "TEST YOUR MIGHT." "Tuque?" "TINY TIM OUT ON A LIMB." Where such thoughts come from, I could not begin to tell you. Presumably they are 'night gremlins' that popped up in my surreal dreams and stuck around long enough to be immortalized. Fragments of a somewhat subdued, insufficiently quelled insomnia. I must save this soon, before the paralysis demons compel me to erase it completely. Effort cannot be wasted again.