Nov 18, 2003 13:28
Not that it matters much, what with me being all manly and the like, but I always thought I was K-Lowe's favorite old man center. Oates. Bah. He'll probably try to get our guys playing the Anaheim trap! Well think twice, Oatesy, it ain't gunna work here - we don't have flukey goaltending. We don't even have over-stuffed goaltending... although Tommy's working on a nice puck-blocking girth these days.
I held out hope that our top defensive pairing were a couple of straight guys, but now I'm not so sure. I mean, I don't blame them. If I was as ugly as Staios or Smith, I'd want to keep both doors open too, if you know what I mean. I won't speculate, though. If there's one thing I learned from being pals with Kevin, it's that even the straightest coolest coach in the world can be speculated about.
These days hanging around our rink is like hanging around the fifth grade the day before Christmas holidays. The kids are hyper as hell. I'd spike the water with prozac, excepting that might double Hemsky's dose and cause some kind of terrible reaction. Then again, it might get him to do something absolutely crazy and out of character - he might shoot the puck!! All the same, I'm just doing my best to calm everyone down without drugs. 3 wins, all 6 points in one week'd be nice. Unheard of with this bunch, but nice. Wish they'd all calm down and focus on hockey, rather than the prospect of meeting my notoriously gay ex-teammates.
But in all truthfulness... I'm a giddy fucking happy goof myself about Saturday. The party is going to be insane, and we're going to make sure Mess misses his next Rangers game just because of the fact that he'll still be unconscious and maybe in Winnepeg or something.
Later losers.