The enigma that resides in downtown St. Paul fooled us again. Or maybe surprised is a better word.
From lifeless to hellbent hockey in a flick of a switch, the Wild encapsulated its entire season — and its strange personality — in a Game 3 about-face against the Dallas Stars.
Game 4 is Wednesday, and if you're wondering which Wild will show up at Xcel Energy Center, it's pure guesswork.
I've given up trying to understand this team.
How can one team look so poles apart in passion and fight and togetherness? Never seen a group quite like this one, with its ability to look uninspired one moment and then bloodthirsty in a blink of an eye, as we witnessed Monday night.
Their mood swings belong in a medical journal, not on sports pages.
So now Game 4 brings drama and renewed excitement, as opposed to a death march toward the inevitable. An improbable 5-3 victory after digging a 2-0 hole gives the Wild hope, but that hope is only as good as the team's urgency level.
Game 3 will mean nothing but momentary euphoria if the Wild's alter ego reappears.