That thump-thump-thump sound you hear is me beating my head on the desk. The Warchief’s surgery I dig–he’s just getting the knee cleaned up.
Now, I can dig that we’re one of the best-conditioned teams in the NHL. It’s cool, it’s a badge of honour and all (I guess), but there comes a time when you have to go to the training staff and ask them “Dude, WTF?” Setting aside the flu that tore through the locker room last season, the ‘Canes are in injury trouble. Look at the man-games lost to serious injury in the last two seasons (608–not the ridonkulous amount that teams like the Islanders had, but still significant when you consider that it’s spread out over several guys rather than one or two), and you’re forced to wonder:
1) what the hell the training staff is huffing
2) whether or not Pete Friesen’s balls-out approach to conditioning is a good thing anymore.
The Hurricanes should look long and hard at Pete and his gang, and ask themselves if dudeman is still worth it.
When I saw him go down last night in that freakish display of ill-luck, I immediately grabbed my knee in sympathetic pain. My knees, they are sensitive beasties.
In response to JWillie’s injury, the ‘Canes have called up Brandon Nolan from Albany and added a top-six forward to their short-list of needs for this season along with a new defence.
Happy Yule, folks–all I’d like at this point is to give Tampa teh beatdown in their barn and make John Tortorella’s head explode, and we’ll go from there.
Not literally, of course–but Nicky Wallin will be on the shelf for about a month as he recovers from shoulder surgery and a groin injury.
In other news, Chairman Mo skated the Leafs until Craig MacDonald collapsed1 on Wednesday, a move which surprised absolutely nobody in the Caniac Nation. So much for the “most talented team I’ve ever coached”, huh?
I had this whole thing all ready to post about the “let’s avoid the State Fair” roadtrip–including a rather lengthy diatribe about how I loathe the NC State Fair–and then I yanked up TSN.ca to read this:
That kinda makes everything an afterthought, really.