At These Depths, It's Dark and Scary

By Michael Wilbon
Saturday, November 21, 1992; 12:00 AM

Again. Two-goal lead, third period, at home, Caps lose. Again. What do they think this is, April?

Here's the deal: Caps lead 5-3 with about eight minutes to play. No way they lose again, not after blowing a two-goal lead in the final six minutes against the North Stars just two days ago. No way. Think again. Three shots, three goals, Red Wings win. Add an empty-netter and you get 7-5 Detroit. The snicker you hear is coming from Dino.

Four goals in eight minutes. Mark Rypien is off the hook now 'cause there ain't enough boos to go around for Rip and Don Beaupre too. We're talking full throat, up-from-the-gut booing.

This is the kind of stuff that gets players traded, coaches and GMs fired. Serious stuff. The Caps are shell-shocked right now.

"We're under the gun," GM David Poile said during the game. Well, that's better than being in front of it.

As if they haven't had a bad enough year, what with bad trades, bad goaltending, no scoring, assorted injuries and a loss to Minnesota the other night that ranks with the lowest moments in the history of a franchise known for low points, they had to endure Welcome Back Dino Night.

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