DENVER -- The Florida Panthers missed on two breakaways in the second period. Reilly Smith made sure they cashed in on their third.Smith scored a short-handed goal to break a third-period tie, and the Panthers beat the reeling Colorado Avalanche 3-1 on Friday night.Jason Demers had a goal and an assist, and Michael Matheson also scored for Florida. James Reimer made 30 saves.It came down to a couple bounces and fortunately those bounces were on our side tonight, Smith said.The Panthers finished 1-1-1 on their three-game road trip, which included a shootout loss in Winnipeg on Thursday night.Tough game, emotional game for us last night in Winnipeg, and then the guys came in tonight and dug deep into the tank to pull out as much energy as they could, Florida coach Tom Rowe said. It was real impressive.Jaromir Jagr didnt assist on any of the Florida goals and remains three points behind Mark Messier for second place on the NHLs career scoring list. Jagr has 1,884 points and now returns home for five games as he tries to pass the Hall of Famer.Jagr was on the ice for Demers goal and was stopped on a breakaway early in the second period that would have given Florida the lead. He did draw 4 penalty minutes.The second penalty drawn by Jagr proved a big play for the Panthers. Derek MacKenzies clearing attempt from deep in the Florida zone bounced off the opposite boards and to center ice. Smith picked it up and went in alone on Calvin Pickard, beating him with a backhand at 6:37 of the third.Matheson scored at 10:49 to give Florida a two-goal lead.We are resilient. Playing back-to-back games is always tough, Smith said. It is nice to finish this road trip .500; thats always your goal.Fedor Tyutin scored his first goal of the season to give the Avalanche a 1-0 advantage in the second, but they couldnt build on it. They lost their seventh straight at home and are 4-10-1 at Pepsi Center.Colorado was 0 for 6 on the power play and gave up its first short-handed goal of the season.This is brutal, said Nathan MacKinnon, who assisted on the only Avalanche goal. Our (penalty kill) was good tonight, but our power play was horrible. We didnt make any good plays. We forced everything. We knew they were going to come hard and we werent ready for it.Demers tied it when his skate knocked in his own rebound, and the goal held up after a video review.Colorado called a timeout late in the third and pulled Pickard for an extra skater but couldnt score on Reimer, who is 5-0-1 in his career against the Avalanche.Game notes Pickard made 20 saves. ... Avalanche G Semyon Varlamov was scratched for the second straight game due to a groin injury. ... Jagr and Colorados Jarome Iginla have scored 1,369 goals combined. Jagr has 755, which ranks third all-time. ... Avalanche forward Joe Colborne missed his third game with a lower-body injury.UP NEXTPanthers: Host the Buffalo Sabres on Tuesday night.Avalanche: At the Winnipeg Jets on Sunday. Vapormax Plus In Offerta . LOUIS -- Lance Lynn was one of the more enthusiastic participants as the St. Vapormax 97 Nere . Ryan Garbutt had a goal and two assists as Dallas snapped a six-game losing streak with a 5-2 victory over the Edmonton Oilers on Tuesday night. http://www.scarpevapormaxscontate.it/vapormax-97-italia/vapormax-97-bianche-saldi.html . In the response filed Wednesday to the complaint by 30-year-old Alexander Bradley, attorneys say the former University of Florida player is invoking his Fifth Amendment right that protects people from incriminating themselves. Vapormax Flyknit 3 Bianche . The news was first reported on Gonzalezs Twitter account and confirmed by the Rockies. Gonzalez has a six-week window before position players have their first workout at spring training in Arizona. Vapormax 97 Silver . Wilson hit Schenn from behind during Tuesday nights game in Philadelphia, earning a five-minute major for charging and a game misconduct. He has a phone hearing with the department of player safety, which limits any potential suspension to five or fewer games. The Hungaroring may not have changed a great deal during the past 30 years but Hungary itself is a very different place. There was a certain amount of trepidation on both sides in 1986 as F1 ventured into an Eastern Bloc country for the first time and Hungary braced itself to receive this glitzy moving monument to meritocracy and western self-indulgence. Talk about coming at each other from opposite ends of the political and social spectrum.The need for a visa backed up rumours of massive queues at Budapest airport -- assuming you could find a flight with anyone other than Malév, the national airline. With the first Hungarian Grand Prix being back-to-back with Austria, we decided to fly to Vienna, hire a decent car (another rumour -- which turned out to be correct -- suggested the range of hire vehicles at Budapest might be better suited to the London to Brighton vintage run), cross the border and use this car for the return trip west to the ?sterreichring.The plan seemed to be working well until we hit a massive queue at the Hungarian border. Over an hour later, our papers stamped, we feared a late arrival might jeopardise our hotel booking. Best make a phone call. Easier said than done.In the absence of payphones, we were directed to a seedy room where a telephonist informed us that a call to Budapest, no more than a couple of hours away, was not possible. Even though we were trying to connect with the countrys capital city, the rules said calls could not be made to anywhere more than 15 kms distant. Apparently this was how you kept potentially threatening communication and insurgency at bay. Welcome to Hungary.In fact, such a poor initial impression would not be representative of a humble country bending over backwards to accommodate this brash circus marching into town. It was just that we had to adapt as much as the locals.Money could not be exchanged before arrival -- the better for Hungary to control the rate at official bureaux in the city. That was the theory. We quickly discovered the American Dollar was king and a black market was in full swing.Being perfectly capable of carrying our own bags, we wondered why the porter in this modest establishment insisted on helping. In a scene from a B-rate spy movie, he furtively looked up and down the corridor before slipping into the bedroom and asking if we needed Forints at a favourable rate. He then came close -- and Im not exaggerating -- to hurriedly conducting the transaction in the cupboard lest anyone should be watching. Having acquired the currency, the next thing was to spend it. Again, easier said than done.Beneath exteriors blackenned by noxious fumes from two-stroke engines, you could sense a majestic city fighting to maintain its colossal dignity.dddddddddddd The streets were completely devoid of the glaring neon signs directing or tempting us today. Shops that actually had windows looked like post-war Britain when rationing was high, supplies low and choice a luxury. One window proudly displayed a single giant box of Daz soap powder and very little else that was recognisable as something you might need.Restaurants (except one or two at the high end, very expensive and therefore very F1) were unmarked and gloomy. No one spoke English; the menu -- a tatty sheet of paper -- was unintelligible. We ate a form of stew. I think. The wine was unspeakable. With such limited cuisine, you will not be surprised to learn that the opening of the first McDonalds two years later required a major police presence to control the customers. We happily joined a queue stretching round the block. A Big Mac never tasted so good.On a similar theme in 1986, our rental Opel Kadett from Austria felt like a Rolls Royce compared to the assortment of machinery found chugging along the cobbled streets. The Trabant (known derisively as an Ashtray) was the most popular, albeit at the bottom of a not very distinguished list of personal transport manufactured in the East. Driving along the motorway towards the track, we noticed with admiration and amazement that one enterprising Trabant owner had fitted the luxury of soft-top. As we got closer and peered through the belching smoke screen, we discovered it was the actual roof that had become detached fore and aft and was billowing in the breeze.There was nothing shoddy about the track and facilities, the Hungaroring playing a more than adequate host to fussy F1 folk. With 200,000 spectators turning up on race day (the majority arriving by bus), traffic was a nightmare. Unless you had an official escort. Attaching ourselves to one fast-moving convoy, we saw the scary power of the police as locals almost flung themselves off the road at the first hint of officialdom. And if they failed to see the demand for right of way, an outriders boot left a heavy impression not only in the Trabants bodywork but also in the mind of its terrified driver.The mood and methods of authority are different now, Budapest having slowly emerged in all its glory as a truly cosmopolitan city. Thirty years ago, we wondered if we would ever go back. Today, F1 would be deeply disappointed if it did not. ' ' '