Once again, after a string of screw-ups that basically nixed any reasonable hope of making the playoffs, they make a last-ditch, last-minute effort to get there. Unlike recent years, however, for a few brief weeks, there was a whiff of something that could be (was) mistaken as reform, with JFJ being fired and all, being bottom dwelling and with the possibility of trading away a few of our overpriced no-trades (note: I was never a member of Team Trade Sundin). Well, those expectations have been cruelly dashed.
So what do you guys suggest now?
A. Hop on the bandwagon and believe against all odds that somehow, the hockey gods will have compassion and allow them to essentially win all their games from here on out and make those playoffs.
B. Resign myself to the most probable outcome and watch their (as of late) rather entertaining games while trying to ignore what a winning streak means for the future.
C. Start scouting for a new team to cheer for the rest of the season.
Right now I'm at B but if you're exceptionally convincing, I may be talked into changing my stance.
PS: I saw the goal Toskala let in the other day. Oh well.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
We are so predictable.
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Thursday, February 07, 2008
Dear Red Wings,
I love you. Change nothing.
(Except whatever it was you decided to eat before the game tonight. And uh, you're aware that 80s night doesn't mean you're supposed to play like you did in the 80s, too, right?)
PS is this my fault for gloating yesterday that we had only 8 less than double the Kings' point total?
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A Bad Case of the Dingies
Dear Bears,
Step it the heck back up. Eric Fehr was not this whole team in the last 10 games. Andrew Gordon, thank you for trying to make up for the rest of the heartlessness out there last night by getting your second hat trick of the season. You can have a puppy treat. Deano, thank you for stepping up when Louie Robitaille chickened out. You can have half a puppy treat. When you remember you're wearing the C and it's your job to motivate the guys out of whatever the heck funk they think they're in, you can have the other half. Joe Motzko....augggghhhhh *throws hands up in despair.*
Love, Teka. 

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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Might as well...
Dear Sharkies,
Please keep winning at home.
And on the road.
Kthx,
McP
PS - Nabby, please don't let many soft goals in (I can forgive one if you win), I'm trying to give up rolling my eyes at you for Lent in hopes that it stays gone forever.
PSS - I wouldn't be opposed to Tyler Weiman getting back into the Avs lineup if anything should happen to Budaij.... Just saying.... *whistles*
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The Royal Family
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Dear Wild,
I love you guys, except when you lose to the Red Wings.
Kirsten
PS, Mikko, I highly recommend you rough people up some more. That was hot.
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