No, I didn’t watch CSI instead of the game tonight. I fell asleep on the couch with the game on–and had this nightmare that Antoine Vermette laughingly dug my heart out of my chest with his stick and fed it to a raven wearing a Sens #7 jersey.

I woke up, the game was over, and I went “awwww man”.  Then I remembered “hey wait a minute!  I have a DVR and it recorded the game!  Duh AQ.” So I hit the “Play From Beginning” button, and realized that it wasn’t a nightmare after all.

There were exactly TWO highlights (unless of course you’re a Sens fan):

1) Tim Gleason batting the puck out of the air and preventing what would have been a 6-1 game at the end.

2) Ray Whitney scoring on the powerless play.

That’s IT. It didn’t get so bad as seven guys in the penalty box together, but it was close–and the Hurricanes have their first 4-game losing streak since the Season From Hell. When Frankie Kaberle hung Cam out to dry on how many goals?  I was through.

I watched the whole game–twice–in a definite display of Train Wreck Syndrome. My husband said “Didn’t you just watch this?  Why are you subjecting yourself to it again?” And all I could say to that was “It’s like seeing a fat man in a ‘nanner-hammock–I just can’t help but stare while my brain screams in torment.”

And the best part?  I get to do it all over again Friday night when the Oilers play us. Yay.