With the way the NHL has made an ass of itself pretty much across the board since about 5:00PM yesterday, a little caustic humor seems to be in order. And it is with that Marc Maron is presented this Monday morning.
With the series now shifting setting to the Twin Cities, the Wild were essentially facing a must-win situation, and decided to change things up a bit from their neutral zone bomb shelter strategy that yielded no results on West Madison.
Even with the Hawks drawing the first marker on a beautiful feed from Patrick Kane to Johnny Oduya right after a Hawks kill, the Wild pressed on. Coach Mike Yeo made no secret about wanting to ratchet up the physicality and make life unpleasant for Hawk defenders, and did just that, sending wave of cannonballing forwards into the Hawk zone.
He’s got the ponytail, I’ve got the rabbit ears. He’s fly and I’m fly, that’s why they call us…
This crossroad lies before us now, and the world watches our every move. While we choose which way to go, we still have so much left to lose.
But there’s a change coming on, we gotta right these fucking wrongs. They can cover their ears, but we won’t stop screaming.
These obvious manipulations, predicated on the basis of morals. The unseen eyes, so careless in their calculations, forever washing the blood from their hands with an appetite insatiable.
Game Time: 8:30PM Central
TV/Radio: CSN, NBCSN, CBC (Anglo), RDS2 (Franco), WGN-AM 720
File Under: Easy Listening: Hockey Wilderness
In the two days since the Hawks came out flat, taking far longer to dispatch the Wild than many were expecting or would have liked, the Blues and Penguins have already won the Stanley Cup a couple of times over, so tonight’s Game 2 between the Hawks and Wild is more than likely an exercise in futility. But in spite of all of that, the two teams are going to play anyway.
For about ten minutes in the mid-90s (an entirely different era than the early 90s), BritPop made its way stateside. Oasis’ Gallagher brothers were busy drunkenly beating the piss out of each other literally and verbally, and Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon of Blur became the unwitting writers of the biggest hockey arena anthem ever, despite the rest of their catalog sounding nothing like “Song 2” (which was a piss-take on the Pixies’ “Tame” anyway). But under the radar, Jarvis Cocker’s Pulp was releasing consistently fantastic albums.






