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Game Time: 7:00PM CST
TV/Radio: NBCSN National, WGN-AM 720
Fuck David Poile: On The Forecheck
With the next stop on this Freakout Hell Bus Ride of 5 games in 7 nights for the Hawks, they find themselves once again in Nash Vegas, where they’ll take on the league’s secret scumbag team masquerading as its sweetheart, the Predators, who somehow once again look different than the last time the Hawks saw them.
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Game Time: 6:00PM CST
TV/Radio: NBC Sports Chicago, WGN-AM 720
Wade County: Litter Box Cats
As if Florida in and of itself isn’t fucking weird enough, this is the first year in nearly anyone’s memory that the Hawks are out east over the Thanksgiving weekend thanks to the long overdue demise of the animal rights violation spectacle that was the Ringling Brothers circus. So it’s a little odd that the Hawks are in Sunrise tonight to take on the Panthers (who are also weird) rather than catching the ass end of a back to back in LA after a Friday afternoon in Orange County, but again, Florida is inherently weird to begin with.
Despite the Hawks not being in Western Canada for this week for the first time in any of our four lifetimes, we still have thoughts for you about Gustav Forsling, John McDonough, and Big Cat Williams. Grab it all after the jump.
So the first full day of games in the round robin portion of the tournament at the Sochi games is in the books. I didn’t watch a second of it, so let’s pretend to care together.
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Extra Skater
Even though both the Kings and the Hawks came into the evening careening through some tough stretches since the turn of the calendar year, the game played certainly wasn’t an indicator of some of the things both teams had been struggling with prior to tonight.
In the darkness where the angels cry, give us water, give us back our eyes. Our bed’s this concrete floor, and it’s all we have left to live for. A day we’ll never face ,we’re only second-handed, sick, and lonely. Fighting back the tears and every urge to Van Gogh both our ears.
In the shadows where the heads hang low, you hear voices as the wind blows. Asking “can’t you see?”, reminding you to breathe. It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck. I found a better way to get even with my memory.
