Now Then. Were There Any Questions?

For reasons beyond my control (but which will be revealed in the fullness of time…let’s just say there damn well better not be anymore Wednesday night games) I didn’t actually see the game last night. I did, however catch the highlights on SportsCentre and by all accounts, a thorough schooling was given to the Happy Feets.

Then there is this little exchange from a chat transcript posted on the Post-Gazette website:

Iceburgh: Considering the way Ottawa run at our guys all night - when it got to 6-1 why not take a major penalty or two, just to send a message that we aren't going to let them play like that the rest of the series?

Jerry Micco: Good question, Ice. Seems like if you're going to put a uniform on George Laraque, then late in the game is the time for him to hammer some people, which he did, but it was too little, too late. And it did show that the Pens are not the most physical team in the NHL. In the playoffs, that's a part of the game.

Without pointing out the relative grammatical failings of your average Feets fan, I fail to see how playing a physical game constitutes “run at our guys all night”. Or, perhaps, this only applies when the Feets are the ones dishing rather than taking?

Or maybe after watching Ruutu run around like the gutless fucking puke he is all season, they can’t recognize a clean hit when they see one. Yeah, my money’s on that one.

Ottawa Never Looks Back In 6-3 Win [Pittsburgh Post-Gazette]

To Our New Friends At The Pensblog, A Fond Good Night

Finally tonight, I'd like to draw attention to the fine piece of PhotoShop the geniuses at The Pensblog have conjured:

Ordinarily I'd be a tad more outraged, but as it's a picture of the Detroit Red Wings limo Vlad Konstatinov was nearly killed in following the Wings win in 1997, and not a picture of Heatley's accident, I can let it slide.

Because, obviously, it was meant in light hearted jest, right? I mean anything that invokes a tragic car accident, whether or not someone was either permanently disabled or even killed in that accident couldn't possibly be in bad taste, could it? Nope, not at all. Buckle up Pittsburgh. And stay classy.

G'night!