Can you feel the excitement? Babs can. He's peeking over the top of that glorious above ground pool of glory, and he can basically smell the prizes. Two more wins for the projected number, but fuck that. 5 more wins for another 100+ point season.
Oh. So I'm supposed to write a post now? I'm supposed to some how sum up the last two games, one of which involved an epic convergence of some of the most amazing hockey fans to ever roam the planet?
- How the fuck do you expect me to do that?
- Anyone else up for a 19 Roller Hockey tournament / multi-keg extravaganza this summer?
Anyway, I'd post recaps, but many out there will do a much better job. I'll likely include a post with links at some point for those who are interested. But I'm not entirely sure that I have the ability to sum up something so epic using basic English. I'd need to start inventing words like "trumblefuck" or "shitschrum," and that seems like way too much effort.
As far as hockey goes? Fuck. Yes. You know, Friday I was a bit concerned. It was the 13 year anniversary of The Brawl. It was the date of the convergence of the 19 upon Hockeytown. It was Super Jimmah's birthday.
- Seemed like the kind of game that the Red Wings tend to fuck up.
Currently, Sportsclubstats.com has us at 99.7% chance to make the playoffs. Now, I'm not about to start the nasty, patchy irish fuckup of a playoff beard just yet, nor am I about to do 4 double-pitts-to-chesties in celebration. It's still a little early for that - 2009 Tigers, anyone? No, I'll save the double-pitts-to-chesties for when we clinch.
But damnit, it feels good to not be in constant panic mode.