New deadlines, a new knee and other priorities caused an aged sportswriter to make his season debut at a Wild game on Thursday night, Jan. 15. This would also make it his first appearance at Grand Casino Arena, which is a worthy sponsor but doesn’t roll off the tongue as did “the X.”
This was Game 48 of the Wild’s 82-game regular season and the 23rd at home, where the Wild carried a record of 13 wins, five losses and six of those phony-baloney overtime or shootout defeats that don’t appear as losses in the NHL standings.
Considerable viewing of Anthony La Panta and his partner (I miss regular servings of Wes Walz’s candor) on FanDuel Sports North telecasts had convinced me the Wild had become a powder keg after the acquisition of wheeling, dealing defender Quinn Hughes in mid-December.
Embarrassing as it was to be first showing up in mid-January, there was a need to slip down to the suite level and say howdy to Craig Leipold, the team’s personable owner.
There had been a couple of occasions to spend a period or so in the suite as Leipold took a seat, generally with an open one next to him, and watched his team with full intensity. He suffers immensely at bad turns for his athletes, and guards against over-optimism when things are going well.
The reason for such caution in this weird game of hockey filled with unpredictable caroms was apparent in the final six minutes of the first period.
The Jets from Winnipeg, the winners of the Presidents’ Trophy as the regular-season points winner in 2024-25, had been inept when star goalie Connor Hellebuyck was injured, and came to town with only 18 wins in 45 games.
Hellebuyck was back, set to be the USA’s No. 1 goalie at the Olympics, and had to show off his skills from the start. The first 10 shots went to the home team. Jesper Wallstedt could have been taking a snooze in the Wild net.