Just a few things that caught my eye:

• Martin Havlat was texting while driving, dropped his phone in his feet and was flattened by a Mack truck named Niklas Kronwall. What's the squatty Swede supposed to do? Give him a free pass? The hit seemed clean to me; the fur pile that ensued -- right on top of the momentarily unconscious Hawk -- was a bit kinky for me, though.

• Women really do crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man. Finally, studly sniper Patrick Sharp showed up. Maybe, just maybe, Joel Quenneville will figure out that you don't play your shooters on the third and fourth lines. Remember, compact flourescent light bulbs always flicker a few times before they come on.

• Best dressed man of the night? Michael Jordan took in the game wearing a number 23 Blackhawks jersey. Impressive when he could have been at home with his big-arse flat screen watching King James nail the win at the buzzer.

• Nikolai Khabibulin allowed three goals in a 4:23 span late in the second; he didn't return to the ice -- or the bench -- to start the third. The team said he was "sick." Hmmm... did he suck there in the second because he was feeling ill? Or did his performance force him to the porcelain? Classic chicken and egg scenario. Maybe he caught a glimpse at Havlat's dilated pupils (now that was scary) and lost his pregame "poulet" and pasta.

• Took the Flames long enough to realize the best-before date on the Mike Keenan carton had 2008 on it. It's not quite as bad as the salad dressings I find in my parents' fridge but it's close. 

• News flash -- the Minnesota Wild are going to change the way they play. Couldn't see that one coming. Now who here attended the school of the obvious?

• Can someone please explain the NHL's supplementary discipline policy to me? Consistently inconsistent? Am I missing something?