Hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let’s have a ball.
And this I know, his teeth as white as snow. What a gas it was to see him walk her everyday into a shady place. With her lips she said…
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Game Time: 7:00PM Central
TV/Radio: NBC, CBC (Anglo), RDS (Franco), WGN-AM 720
The Impression That I Get: Cup of Chowder, Days of Y’Orr
Now the real fun begins. After an abbreviated 48 game season of intra-conference play and three playoff rounds with their fair share of scares for each team, the Hawks and Bruins will meet in the post season for the sixth time ever, and for the first time ever in the Stanley Cup Final. With the Bruins two years removed from their last title and the Hawks three, it’s a juggernaut matchup that the league has dreamed of, but probably doesn’t deserve after what it’s put everyone through. And though superficial analysis would have one believe that these two teams are diametrically opposed stylistically, they’re actually far more similar than one would expect.
In 2011, the Bruins won their Stanley Cup with a lockdown penalty kill, and a power play that bordered on comically bad. Stop me if this sounds uncomfortably familiar. Finding no reason to fix what isn’t (totally) broken, the Bruins are on much the same trajectory as they were two years ago, though the Blackhawks certainly should not take that as a cue to tempt fate by marching to the box as they have to this point in the post season. Furthermore, the Hawks finding a way to somehow take advantage of the Bruins’ penalty kill will go a long way toward mitigating the physical liberties Boston will no doubt plan on taking.
After dispatching the defending champion Kings on Saturday, the Hawks’ attention now turns east, where they will now take on the other most recent champion in the Boston Bruins in the Stanley Cup Final.
There were many concerns about the Kings’ size and forechecking ability against the Hawk defensive corps, but those now seem quite trivial when looking at the team that perfected what the Kings did the year before, and are replicating it this post season with even more offensive flair. The Bruins forwards are large, angry, fast, and unlike the Kings, can finish and have been doing so with ease and frequency.
A summer Saturday full of screaming deep into the Chicago night after nearly 100 minutes of hockey more than likely left everyone a little bit leather-lunged on this Monday morning. And in the realm of punk rock, there is may have been no one ever raspier than Blake Schwarzenbach and his occasional beard.
In the history of rock and roll, there are few, if any acts with as sordid a tale as Fleetwood Mac. In the eye of the storm throughout the band’s entire iterations and various controversies has been half of their namesake and drummer, the perpetually bearded Mick Fleetwood. And yes, he is always making that face when behind the kit.
Some hardware might get ignored tonight. Talk about it here.
It’s a Friday in June, and the Hawks have likely just arrived home after a pair of games in Hollywood. And nothing says “Hollywood”, “summer”, and “Friday” like a blockbuster motion picture. And nothing says summer blockbuster quite like Steven Spielberg and his wispy beard.
With a crucial Game 4 on tap tonight taking place in Los Angeles, it’s only appropriate that it become time for some real star power and true Hollywood royalty. And it is with that the legendary Jeff Bridges is presented.
