For stats nuts like me, the Zack Stortini’s of the world are always going to be a mystery. Like the .188-hitting catchers who can handle pitchers like horse whisperer’s (say that 10 times), Stortini’s gifts do not present themselves in crooked numbers.
One cannot argue about the benefits of Stortini, at least this season and more specifically recently. He is a magnet for the opposition’s better players, an instant “get into the penalty-box free” card in hockey’s game of Monopoly.
Stortini takes the other teams better players with him to the penalty box, he is as difficult to score on as Bob Gibson in 1968 and he looks like a complete donkey with a modern Glen Sather smirk that must piss off opponents from 20 miles away.
He’s a mystery. I’m glad he’s on our side and even though he isn’t my favorite player-type it’s hard to argue with success.
The only thing left is to put him on the powerplay where he’ll turn into Phil Esposito.
As for tonight, the Preds are a very good team again this season, are tough at home and are on a hot steak. They do not, however, have Zack Stortini.