Sweet Tea, Barbecue, and Bodychecks
So I’m watching the DVRed Flames-Canes game tonight, and all I can think (besides “STFU, Tripp”) is “Tyr’s right buttock, the ‘Canes are playing like ass tonight.”
The more I watch this, the more convinced I am that the ‘Canes all got off the plane somewhere around Des Moines and the Pod People took their place. The power play is still junk, the players all skated like they were slogging through knee-deep mud, and I haven’t seen this much futility from a defensive corps since the Capitals lit up the Panthers 12-2 about five-odd years ago.
Ugh. Just ugh.
I’ll be doing my best to liveblog tonight’s game from my sister’s house–though it’ll pry be courtesy of ChuckandtheletterK’s radiocast, since I don’t think that Emo-Boy and The Pregnant Motie Warrior have Center Ice (which makes me sad). Puck drops at 7 MST.
More thoughts on the season so far once I’m on the ground in Denver. Go Canes.
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Yep. That was bad. I fell asleep before the game was over and so did Hub. We were passing the cough drops back and forth as both of us are sick. I knew it was bad when I woke up in the middle of the night, saw the score and I didn’t even care. On my way to the doc in a box. Have a safe flight.
You just experienced Flames hockey!!
Just when you thought it was safe to have the “new NHL,” the Flames take out their defensive wet blanket and throw it over top of you.
Now go flush your eyes out before it scars your corneas for life.