Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I like My Catfish Well Done

While watching the Blackhawks wrap up the first round in 6 games, a few thoughts crossed my mind.
  • How did we blow that lead? It's like watching the Reds piss a game away.
  • Nice that Nashville fans are paying enough attention to boo every time Hossa touches the puck.
  • Were they really chanting "Hossa sucks?" Wow. Your team is benefiting so much from that.
  • WHO THROWS A CATFISH?! I guess it's some answer to the octopus, but it seems contrived. This franchise has been in existence since 1997. Someone decided to throw a catfish in 2003 and it stuck. What's the significance? You're in the south now, boy! We like catfish. Pssst...you're at a HOCKEY GAME.
Well thank God THAT'S over. Now they are facing the Canucks. Do I smell a repeat Patrick Kane hat trick? It's got to smell better than dead catfish.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Now I remember what this feels like

The crazy feeling in my stomach on the edge of my bar stool, that feeling wedged snugly in between complete elation and agony...the Hawks are in the playoffs. Honestly, it would feel good to just have a commanding lead and plow through a team. But this is good in a way; it helps them not to get too cocky. Except maybe Kane, but that's just what he thrives on. And he deserves it after that last minute goal to make him a hero.

There's no way Hossa deserves a suspension. I think there was no intent to injure, he barely pushed the guy, and I think the action began far enough away from the boards. He was just trying to get to the puck. There's NO WAY this can be compared to the Ovechkin hit on Campbell. Look it up. Watch them. Quit listening to ESPN and decide for yourself. ESPN doesn't know dick about hockey.

Game 5 was the momentum we needed to get it done and end this early.

Monday, April 19, 2010

It's all about the Mullet

WOOHOO!!!! Hawks tie it up! Versteeg did step it up, although not scoring a goal. And evidently Kane (who has scored 2 of the 3 playoff goals) was right about the mullet. So he can't grow a beard, neither can I. Of course, that's because I'm a woman, but no judgement here. I don't care how much like Jersey trash he begins looking like, if he's scoring goals, he can skate down the ice with some redneck bubba teeth and a ratty Bon Jovi t-shirt with chili dog stains down the front.

Haven't seen it yet? Check it out:

There are no words to describe this. If you come up with some, please comment.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

That was terrible

Friday was embarrassing. Seriously. I know that Nashville's goalie is good, I know that they have one of the best defenses in the league, but that was painful to watch in the third. The Blackhawks seemed to have no drive, and barely any control of the puck.

Perhaps we were just trying to fit in with the first round-first game upsets?

Ok, maybe the boys have had their playoff jitters and now that's done. Versteeg, I'm lookin' at you to step up. You haven't done shit lately. We lost our home ice advantage, but we can still smash them in the hillbilly podunk they call "smashville."

Friday, April 16, 2010

Well Well Well

I'm not dead after all. I am, however, pregnant - which is great, and which I won't discuss here because unlike many of my female cohorts, I really could care less about other people's kids. Throwing up and sleeping (though the former not immediately followed by the later - that's how Hendrix died, dude) sucked away the first three months of this year, but I'm back.


IT'S PLAYOFFS TIME!!! I'm going out tonight to Our Place to catch Chicago and inviting my Blackhawks brethren from the Ville (that's Louisville, ya'll), of which there are now 4 of us. I'm anticipating a helluva good start, and our 4th line to keep kicking ass.

In the meantime, here's something that reminds me of my first three months of the year.