Now that things have taken a turn in the series against the Wild, it’s high time that the Blackhawks to begin taking their task seriously. And there’s no one better at conveying the gravity of a situation than serious Shakespearean actor Sir Patrick Stewart.
I passed out on my couch last night. I was woken up at 2:30 in the morning by a 4 pound chihuahua licking my face. I thought I smelled something funny but was still in half-sleep mode. Once I gathered my bearings I realized there was a nice pile of diarrhea at the edge of the couch and the little dog couldn’t have been prouder of it.
So if you’re wondering how Joel Quenneville feels this morning, just ask me and I can give you a pretty accurate description.
I passed out on my couch last night. I was woken up at 2:30 in the morning by a 4 pound chihuahua licking my face. I thought I smelled something funny but was still in half-sleep mode. Once I gathered my bearings I realized there was a nice pile of diarrhea at the edge of the couch and the little dog couldn’t have been prouder of it.
So if you’re wondering how Joel Quenneville feels this morning, just ask me and I can give you a pretty accurate description.
Much like the Blackhawks when they quickly usurped a chair at the NHL’s big boy table a few years ago with “novel” concepts like speed and depth, Judd Apatow had done so in the comedy world a few years prior with dick and fart comedies with “heart”. And much like the Hawks, Apatow’s sustained run of success has left most outside observers just worn out and anxious for something different yet again.
You know how these Friday night 8:30 starts go. Wrap will be in the morning when we’re all in slightly better condition.
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I would die for you
I would die for you
I’ve been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you’re mine
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FACEOFF: 8:40pm Central
TV/RADIO: NBCSN, 87.7 FM
ON THE SKYWAY: Hockey Wilderness
As they did last year, the Hawks find themselves having passed up one chance to strangle the life out of this series in St. Paul but with another to do so in Game 4. This time, however, they have a spikier Wild team to deal with (one that’s already escaped this dungeon this spring) and not quite the doomsday arsenal they once did.
If we go off yesterday’s practice, it would appear that Joel Quenneville is going to hit the blender again and try and spread out his scoring (or watch Sharp’s and Hossa’s usefulness get completely erased by Michal Handzus getting beaten silly by Granlund, Koivu, or Haula. Take your fucking pick). That’s if you believe this wasn’t just subterfuge. Even if he’s serious about putting Ben Smith up top and Kane with Kruger and Saad, you know it won’t last much more than a period if the Hawks aren’t up 3-0 and we’ll go back to what the lines have been this series anyway.
Hailing from Portland, Oregon, Red Fang has been one of my favorite metal bands for years. They’re the perfect blend of mindless fantasy lyrics combined with melt your face off guitar riffs. If you actually bother to read our silly game threads, you’re likely to have noticed a few of their songs used in them… at least from the ones I write. Much like ZZ Top, Red Fang utilizes the idea that every standing member of the band should rock a beard. Drummers are their own world of crazy. Just don’t bother them.
