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An abbreviated Creamy Middle due to the fact that twenty-four hours from now I will be sitting slack jawed in front of my television, marvelling in alcohol addled amazement at the magic that will be the first indoor Opening Ceremonies in the history of the Olympics. Or yelling "$60 million for THAT?!?!" It's a toss up, really...
The Dizzying Highs:
#4 on the Top Ten Things I Never Thought I'd Hear: "And Spezza breaks his stick blocking a shot". Never mind the three points in the first period or the laser beam to open the scoring. That quote tells you everything you need to know about Giggles' ability to screw with my head.
That was fantastic! Now quit it...: THE Gold Medal game goes February 28th. I have no choice but to presume our boys will be in that game. As for the opponent? Watching A-Train's total shutdown of Alex Ovechkin, I can only say, on behalf of Sidney Crosby and all Canuckistanians everywhere...GO SWITZERLAND!
The Terrifying Lows:
Defence? We don't need no stinkin' defence!: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Alex Picard and I would like to draw your attention to Exhibit 1A in the case of Ottawa Senators Hockey Club vs. Getting Past The Second Round Of The Playoffs.
Doctor Pavlov would be terribly disappointed: Note to Brian Elliott. If you're the poor bastard tagged with net duty the next time we play the Caps, please recite the following...Alexander Semin...High glove. Giving him his hat trick to that very spot should help you remember.
Pithy Observations of Questionable Importance:
My urge to punch John Muckler in the face has never been stronger than it was after watching TSN's interview with Brooks Laich between periods. To make me feel better, I plan on tracking down Peter Bondra to whatever car wash at which he's currently employed and kick him straight in the nads.
To all of those "fans" who bailed to beat the traffic with six minutes left in the third and the Sens up by one on the most explosive team in the League...you are irredeemable fucking idiots who deserve to be strung up in a public square, there to have your genitals carved out of your body with a rusty spoon and tossed onto an open fire. On the odd chance that this is any way unclear, you fucking suck and I hate all of you.
The Creamy Middle:
At no point did I feel any confidence whatever that we would win this game. Even as I watched the final ten seconds tick down, I fully expected Alex Ovechkin to destroy Brian Elliott and steal the win just because he can. If the Caps ever pick up a real goalie between now and the trade deadline (Mr. Turco, to the white courtesy phone. Paging Mr. Turco) you may as well start engraving Big Ugly now. In the meantime...Buffalo lost! It's official baby! FIRST PLACE IN THE DIVISION!
Up Next:
On the road, Saturday night against Kovalchuck and the New Jersey Devils. Seriously, who the hell did we piss off to deserve this schedule?? (7:00pm, CBC with the non-Leaf contaminated coast-to-coast feed).
Behind Enemy Lines:
Pookie and Schnookie. Not to worry, Beloved. My love for them is totally platonic.
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Rye. It's a hell of a drug.