Hawks win. Enjoy.
Sail up into the night sky until our worlds collide. Tonight we feel alive. Stand up where I can see you, no reason left to hide. Tonight we feel alive.
Will your legs fail you, when you stand too straight and tall? ‘Cause in a world gone mad, the taller you are, the harder you fall.
The face of another day, searching of the voice of a better way. They say that it’s a bad time of year to be up in arms, so we’re pushing on ’cause we know in our hearts it’s the only way to stay afloat with the sharks at bay. Avoid being a casualty of the circumstances, and second chances are shredded day by day
vs 
Game Time: 7:00PM Central
TV/Radio: NBC, CBC (Anglo), RDS (Franco), WGN-AM 720
Subbacultcha: Cup of Chowder, Days of Y’Orr
For all of the mewling on both sides about the various issues surrounding both the Bruins and Blackhawks, today the series finds itself pretty much exactly where everyone thought it would be. And with the series being tied 2-2 after the Hawks regained home-ice advantage on Wednesday, tonight’s game 5 is critical in taking a grip on the series.
On the first day of summer, especially with it coming on a Friday, it only seems appropriate that our selection today be the current reigning king of the summer blockbuster, Robert Downey, Jr. And though his facial hair is as versatile as the actor himself, it is today that we recognize the efforts of RDJ and his beard.
Boy, that was some kind of pass by the Hawks’ Calder Trophy nominee to set up Michal Handzus’ shorthanded goal last night, wasn’t it?
For long time observers of both this outpost of the internet and the one a few miles back on the information superhighway, today’s beard selection should come as no surprise and might be even considered quite overdue. So it’s with that one of the patron saints of this blog is presented, the periodically bearded Chicago punk rock veteran Brendan Kelly.
That’s when I reach for my revolver.
A friend of mine once told me his one and only aim: to build a giant castle and live inside his name. Cry and whispers sing in muted pain.
