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HEAD COACH
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Terry Murray
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ROSTER
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C - Viktor Kozlov, Rob Niedermayer, Chris Wells. LW -
Ray Whitney, Johan Garpenlov, Oleg Kvasha, Kirk Muller,
Bill Lindsay, Peter Worrell, Dwayne Hay, Alex Hicks. RW - Pavel Bure, Scott
Mellanby, Dino Ciccarelli, Radek Dvorak, Mark Parrish. D - Robert
Svehla, Gord Murphy, Paul Laus, Bret Hedican, Terry Carkner,
Mike Wilson, Jaroslav Spacek. G - Kirk McLean, Sean Burke.
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INJURIES
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Season is over and everybody is feelin' all right!
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TRANSACTIONS
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Recalled forward Ryan Johnson from New Haven of the AHL and re-assigned said rw to New Haven of the AHL a few days later; assigned forwards Marcus Nilson and Peter Worrell and John Jakopin, d, to New Haven of the AHL; Scott Mellanby, rw, recalled a time when Florida made the playoffs and people threw rats like cheap candy at a parade.
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GAME RESULTS
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4/09 at Buffalo L 3-1
4/10 at Toronto L 9-1
4/12 at Ottawa W 2-0
4/14 Montreal W 3-2
4/17 Tampa Bay W 6-2
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STANDINGS
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Southeast Division GP W L T PTS GF GA
Carolina 82 34 30 18 86 210 202
Florida 82 30 34 18 78 210 228
Washington 82 31 45 6 68 200 218
Tampa Bay 82 19 54 9 47 179 292
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TEAM NEWS
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by Matthew Secosky, Florida Correspondent
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At the beginning of the season every team is a cup contender, every player an All-Star, every hot dog a wiener. Each day is an adventure, every hour a journey. The minutes seem to take hours, the hours take days, and the staff of LCS Hockey takes anything not firmly bolted down. All in all, Life is Good!
Then the season starts. Happiness lingers in the mind like alcohol from the night before, intoxicating the soul, exciting the touch. For some the effects take hold for good, for others a fleeting, although welcomed, sense of relief from this world of competition.
But then, without warning, the tears of joy collect into the muddy puddles of despair. Not just small muddy puddles mind you but medium and large sized ones too. Within minutes, the US Fish and Wildlife commission stocks the waters with assorted fishes: trouts, basses, bluegills, pikes and catfishs to name a few. Ants captain their leaf boats in the gentle breeze while turtles wearing timex watches bask in the warm rays of the sun. They can't read so they can't tell what time it is but they don't much care. They is simple turtles from simpler times.
Your new aquatic friends look so good in their party hats and crushed velvet pants that you almost feel ashamed to fry them up and serve them with fries. You feel guilty, that is, until their lifeless bodies hit the hot grease, causing the fryer to scream out a crackly sizzling chorus from its deepest depths. It is a song you have heard before. You take comfort in the noise for it is all you believe in. An anthem for your existence. A definition of self.
All because Florida didn't make the playoffs.
It all must start again.
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