2nd Period -- In Which We Secretly Pine For The Dulcet Tones Of Don Chevrier

-- Right off the start, pp for the Feets. Not much happens. Holy CRAP does Malkin look like a lost waif. This message brought to you by the Alexei Yashin School of Playoff Performance.

-- Oh-oh!! That reminds me: Note to self: tomorrow, do that Yashin post you've been mulling over. Or some time this week.

-- Crosby just can't skate. So naturally this results in an Ottawa penalty. Anybody else getting tired of this??

-- Oh dear Lord, Cole is singing the Senators praises. Surely Armageddon can't be far behind.

-- Ottawa still isn't HITTING!! C'mon Bryan!! BRASSE TA GANG!!! Um...that's French BTW.

-- 8:08 Goal Feets. Staal with an assist to the Anti-Christ. Inevitable. Too many guys standing around Emery, not enough Feets on their respective asses. Second time in two games Roberts feeds Redden his lunch. Yet, we do not despair. Yet.

-- I do believe Bob Cole just said that Don Cherry is in love with an 18 year old boy. CBC adds another 7 seconds to the delay.

-- Pace is absolutely nuts! Acid reflux kicking in...Can barely handle...crowd absolutely bugshit loud...YeathoughIwalkinthevalleyoftheshadowofdeath...

-- Jesus H KeeeeeRISTE! After about 4 minutes of end-to-end, Ottawa gives up a PP. Man, this is playoff hockey folks! Not sure I can take this...

-- End of the 2nd. Feets are on the PP, thanks to an Oscar worthy performance by Jordan Staal. Apparently the Sydney Crosby-head snap back-big "OW"-on-your-face method of penalty encouragement is catching on. Ahem...I promised I wouldn't. I promised I wouldn't descend to Pensblog levels...and I won't.

So...a moment to collect ourselves...a moment to ogle the Sunshine girl perhaps...and we'll be back after the game.

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2nd Period -- In Which Our Intrepid Author Will Be Saying Less And Eating More

-- GOAL!! 17:42 to go! Comrie! Bad rebound by MAF. 2-1 Sens! Woo-Hoo! And now, back to my pork roast...

-- Crosby...NO goal! And why not? Because the whistle had gone. And why was that? Well because Roberts was trying to prove him manhood to Spezza with some continuous, yet entirely inappropriate touching. Now it's four-on-four. I say if somebody scores, Roberts gets an assist no matter which team it is.

-- Corvo on the BREAKAWAY! Defencmen falling everywhere! Aaaaaand...he misses. Here's hoping Joe doesn't always have that much trouble getting it up.

-- 14:07 to go. Ottawa pp.

-- GOAL!! Alffie off the half-boards! MAF looks his age...ie: 12. Greg Millen saying "He's gotta have that shot." Something for the PensBlog perhaps? MAF or sieve? Discuss.

-- Sens have forgotten how to hit again. I grow impatient.

-- Youch...Eaves absolutely killed by the side of the net. Colby Armstrong (FLORKSONOFABITCHINGCORKSORKER!!!) , shoulder to the head. As much as I think Armstrong needs to be taken out behind the woodshed and sodomized with a cattle prod, I have to admit, the hit was clean. Eaves is being put on a stretcher. God Speed.

-- Not a bad job by McAmmond agains Talbot. If it was pay back for Eaves, he had the wrong guy, but for a small guy, he throws down pretty well.

-- Nice gesture by the crowd, applauding Eaves as he gets wheeled off. O.K., so maybe you're NOT all classless pukes who want to sleep with their cousins... Doesn't mean we're picking out curtains or anything, but thanks. But I still hate Roberts!!

-- Back to the game...

-- Chris Neil to Armstrong...Clean or not, keep your ratfaced head up...

-- WOW...Referree by committee...one guy in stripes, 18,000 in the crowd. Comrie for holding when in fact, I think he was tying his skates. In Erie. Powerplay Happy Feets.

-- GOOOOOAAAAAL!!! 2:35 to go! Alffie again! Short handed? Maybe. Millen says STANCHION. We DRINK!! WHEE!

-- End of the second, and if you look real close, you can almost see L'il Syddies bottom lip quivering. All is right with the world.

-- See you in the 3rd! I have to do my dishes now...