Look, I haven’t been watching much hockey recently.
As some of you know, I developed the flu literally overnight and the flu escalated quickly into a horrible case of pneumonia. An emergency care clinic visit and tons of medication later, I’m still feeling like half of me is under whatever Mack truck hit me, but significantly better than I was. Begging to be put down with a shotgun means you really don’t feel good.
What’s going on, Stars? I’ve missed two games, now three, and you’re blowing it. Even worse, poor Robi got injured! (Canuck who did that, you’re on notice, good sir.) The Red Wings I get. They worship at the altar of Beezlebub the Unmerciful Dark Prince of All That is Evil, so, you know. Fighting the armies of Satan is tough for anyone. The Canucks? Seriously? Come on guys, if you want to win in the playoffs, this is not that inspiring.
Add in the fact that we’re in the depths of the dreaded March hockey, the hockey that sucks the very soul out of the most passionate of fans, the last gasp of hockey that precedes the playoffs and you’re not making me feel much better here.
I know the ranks are decimated; I know Zubov and Boucher are out with injuries and that a fledgling defensecorps are struggingling to get the job done. I know that we sold off three good players who had nice chemistry in the locker room and added in a dude who’s like BF4EVA with LeCavalier and some dude that looks like a creepier Swedish version of Clay Aiken, but you gotta come through.
This is the time to be tough — to be scary — and you’re just not getting the job done.
It’s not inspiring a lot of confidence, guys.
It’s not inspiring me to think that we could make it past the first round of the playoffs for once.
For God’s sake, just fix it.