Ty Conklin: Lord of Pucks

Here's a little brain exercise for a lazy Sunday afternoon. Out of all the recent storylines in the NHL, try and think about which one seemed the most unlikely to occur two months ago.

Winter classic a massive success
Pamela Anderson hooks up with mascot
Chris Simon sets NHL suspension record
A Philadelphia Flyer does something dumb (again)
Ty Conklin fills in for an injured Marc-Andre Fleury and goes 7-0

Yeah. I would have said the last one, too. If you had told me two months ago that Ty Conklin was going to be a serious threat to scoring in the NHL I would have thought you took one too many blows to the skull as a child. The Pamela Anderson thing is a close second, but really, most of Hollywood hasn't had standards in decades, so nothing that comes out of there really surprises me anymore.

But Ty Conklin. Now that's something else. Conklin has helped the Penguins to go from worst to (almost) first in the Atlantic division with ease. He has a 7-0 record since he started filling in for Fleury, and the Penguins have won eight of ten to move to within one point of the Atlantic Division lead. During that span, Conklin has surrendered only 12 goals, giving him a 1.71 GAA during that time with two shutouts. This is from a guy who has been a career backup and has not posted a GAA of under 2.80 for a season since prior to the lockout. Thanks to the recent run, his career save percentage has now finally gone above .900 to .905.

How is this even possible?

There's only one explanation. Ty Conklin is the Lord of Pucks. He speaks to them and controls them so that they do his bidding. His dark magic is what has propelled him to this recent winning streak. It is only a matter of time until Conklin hones his skills and conquers the world, if not the universe. I want no part of Conklin's reign of tyranny and will go hide in the closest bomb shelter for the foreseeable future. Good luck, humanity. You'll need it.