Um...Yay?  Look, I'm staring into the black maw of an April filled with nothingness, so please forgive me if I'm having a little trouble locating my enthusiasm button.  I'll try to find it again by October, promise.

The Highs:

• So what are you going to do in June, Nicky?: As the picture of Mike Foligno basking in the glow of his son's goal flashed across my screen, I was struck with the near certainty that Furbligno The Elder was thinking exactly what any proud papa would under such circumstances..."Yep.  Might make a decent second liner out of you yet!".  Oh, wait.  That was me.

• Congratulations!  I temporarily withdraw my urge to cut you!: Consider your histrionic capped no-show on Thursday night forgiven, Jason.  The goal that stole a much needed point from the Flyers, nary a brain-cramped drop pass to be seen, not totally fucking up the PK (um...Coach?  WTF??) and an honest-to-God hit on the forecheck.  See what happens when you put a little effort into it?  That's right.  The 19 pinata goes into storage, well...until Tuesday, anyway.

The Lows:

• I will not rest until I see you in a Leafs jersey: Hi Filip.  Forget about the penalty shot you so generously gave the Flyers for the moment.  Forget about the ensuing goal, too.  You want to know why you got smeared by Carcillo, bullshit "boarding call" notwithstanding?  Because you're a pussy and tried to turn away from the hit.  Carcillo tries that on A-Train or Gator and he's spending the next twenty minutes spitting out his own teeth.  Just so we're clear, Filip, I don't like you.  I accepted the trade that brought you here because we were ridding ourselves of a softer version of you in exchange.  I also think (and thought at the the time) that the deal The Bryan gave you was the height of lunacy.  Just wanted to get that on the record.  You know, so you're not too surprised with the vitriol I'll be throwing at you until you finally just give up and go away.  You're welcome.

• I'm fairly certain Mark Staal would not have made the same mistake: Your team was down a goal, having blown a two goal lead in the process, only to fight back to tie late in the third.  Your team is driving Philly crazy on the cycle in the offensive zone, pressing for the winner with less than ten seconds to go.  You suddenly find the puck on your stick at the top of the circle and a wide open lane to the net in front of you.  Time is ticking down.  Seven...six...five...four.  Score here, and you drive a stake through the heart of a hated rival.  Three...two.  So what do you do?  If your Brian Lee, you skate around until the horn sounds, sending the game into overtime and giving the Flyers a point they desperately need, of course.

The Creamy Middle:

Four games left, kids.  It's almost over.  Just four games and we can put this whole messy business behind us and accept the fate for which we've been destined since the 4th of October: Living vicariously through the eyes of Calgary Flames' fans.

Up Next:

Tomorrow night, against Les Canadiens, at the Phone Booth.  A week ago, this game would have been way more fun.  Unfortunately, and somewhat inexplicably, the Habs seem to have righted the ship in the last little while and should make The Dance with some comfort.  Oh well.  We can still break Maxim Lapierre in half.  That would be fun.  (7:30pm, SportsNet East with the local coverage).

Behind Enemy Lines:

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