It was mostly TV that showed off rookie Kirill Kaprizov and Evason's 35-16-5 squad to the Wild faithful. And it was not until Tuesday night that an unlimited crowd could show up again for a regular-season home game.
There had been a tragic death during a shooting spree by two men at a bar near the arena 10 days earlier. Bar, restaurant and other business owners interviewed openly talked about a new, dangerous element appearing on West Seventh Street, the avenue that relies on hockey crowds to be sustained.
"The people aren't showing up,'' became a refrain for three exhibitions.
Turns out, people weren't showing up primarily (not exclusively) because the games were weeknight exhibitions.
I ran into Steve Darwitz, uncle to a former hockey star, now Gophers assistant Natalie, on West Seventh. He was getting ready to choose a stop for a beer. This was a couple of hours before the opening faceoff. The sidewalks weren't full of people in Wild jerseys, but they were getting there.
"This is hockey,'' Darwitz said. "This is the Wild. People love the Wild. They aren't staying away.''
Correct. The announced crowd for what became a long, astounding game was 18,156, back over capacity, and destined to stay there with this team – with the possibility of providing repeats of the explosive game played on Tuesday night.
Evason has his athletes playing fast. It's the neutral zone dash, not the trap.
It created scoring chances, and with goalie Cam Talbot having a substandard night (the quick, early goal was a true stinker), the Wild was going to get beat on an empty-netter with 1:14 remaining.
And then the Wild wasn't.
Winnpeg's Kyle Connor, already with two goals, had mindlessly drifted offside across the ice from the play. It was caught by the Wild's replay coaches watching in the underbelly of the arena. The goal was wiped out, the Wild tied the game at 5-5 only 16 seconds later and then won in overtime . . . with a third goal by Joel Eriksson Ek.
Minutes later, and lasting for a half-hour, there were reports of maddened, delighted fans pouring down West Seventh, and in other directions, shouting thunderously, "Let's go, Wild!''
Way too often, in my non-puck fanatic opinion, you see a 2-1 game with about 20 total chances in 60 minutes, and the true believers will say, "What a great hockey game!''
And they're wrong. Home team 6, visitors 5. This was a great hockey game. It was the most NHL fun I've witnessed since we had Neal, Dino, Bobby and the fellows trying to outscore opponents 6-5 in the early '80s with the North Stars at Met Center.
There was even a fight worthy of the "Secord sucks'' days: the feisty Marcus Foligno and Winnipeg's Brenden Dillon trying their best to unleash haymakers late in the first period.
And way up in the press box, it looked like Foligno decided — with the hockey crowd back in unlimited numbers for the first time in 595 days (March 3, 2020 vs. Nashville) — that those loyal fans deserved a dang good fight to talk about along with everything else.
All in all, it was a brilliant return of the masses to downtown St. Paul.©2021 StarTribune. Visit startribune.com. Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC.