Now that we’re in what should have been opening week, we can’t try and find other things to fill what we crave. We have to face up to the fact that only hockey will do, and we can’t force-feed ourselves something as a substitute. Maybe some of you will only accept NHL-level. That’s understandable. I’m pretty much in that camp too. But some of you need live hockey. And luckily, in Chicago you’re relatively close (debatable) to the next best thing next to the NHL, the AHL. Today, we’ll look at the closer of the two options. The Chicago Wolves, aka mini-Canucks.
I think that picture perfectly sums up where we are now and what we’re all feeling. Confusion in a desolate place that we have no control of getting out of ourselves. We only need an army of crabs to guide us to the sea. Maybe we should start with Patrick Kane’s.
There are just some thoughts rattling around my head as we come up to the actual date that will mark the first time we really should have been at the UC and discussing other things. They’re all kind of infuriating.
-It’s been mentioned before, but the staring contest part of this is by far the most deplorable aspect of this. I know, negotiating tactics and all that. But this inhabits a different stratosphere than say, a bunch of machinists striking against the airlines or something. “Well we put our proposal out and now we’re waiting for their proposal but they said that they made their proposal and now they want our next proposal but we didn’t think it was a proposal and ours was a proposal and they’re bad men and stupid heads and we just need a proposal.”
I think that picture perfectly sums up where we are now and what we’re all feeling. Confusion in a desolate place that we have no control of getting out of ourselves. We only need an army of crabs to guide us to the sea. Maybe we should start with Patrick Kane’s.
There are just some thoughts rattling around my head as we come up to the actual date that will mark the first time we really should have been at the UC and discussing other things. They’re all kind of infuriating.
-It’s been mentioned before, but the staring contest part of this is by far the most deplorable aspect of this. I know, negotiating tactics and all that. But this inhabits a different stratosphere than say, a bunch of machinists striking against the airlines or something. “Well we put our proposal out and now we’re waiting for their proposal but they said that they made their proposal and now they want our next proposal but we didn’t think it was a proposal and ours was a proposal and they’re bad men and stupid heads and we just need a proposal.”
It’s got jokes about Ron Karkovice and Top Cat. We can’t do no more! Just hit the button on the top right to get yours!
Even though it’s an abnormal October in that we should be getting ready for the start of the season in just over a week, it’s business as usual as October won’t see any playoff baseball in the 606. That’ll be the fourth straight year that has occurred, after seeing at least one team pop its head in for a look five out of seven seasons. For Chicago, that’s an avalanche of postseason play. But with no hockey, you’ve got to fill the time somehow.
With the lockout now canceling regular season games, we’re all going to need a way to cope. And what better way to cope with anything than alcohol, right? Of course!
So while we’re all waiting to hear if the owners and the union can ever each an agreement on whether it should be Jimmy Johns or Hannah’s Bretzel that caters their meeting, we’ll be bringing you a weekend drinking guide to help you get through your days where you feel like punching a wall. Sometimes it may be a bar, sometimes a brewery, or maybe just whichever particular beer we’re digging this week. Join us, won’t you? Alcoholics, like misery, love company.
We’re a little over 8 hours from the weekend, so that’s nice.
2 weeks gone but maybe not forgotten: (PD)
Donald’s $0.02: (PHT)
Outtakes from the NHLPA apology/sympathy video: (DGB)
The baby Hawks prevail in a pretend game: (icehogs.com)
Myers talks to Mayers and Brouwer about the idea of the FauxHawks: (CSN)
Philip Danault had a night, but it wasn’t enough: (BTN)
Because owning the Janesville Jets isn’t free? (PHT)
Two Flyers live up to their team’s name: (philly.com)
We’ve been waiting for this announcement for a while – The NHL announced the first set of games to be cancelled for the year this afternoon. The news doesn’t, or at least shouldn’t, come to a shock for anyone as anyone following this even remotely (and that’s about as close as I’ve gone with these charades) saw the writing on the wall long ago.
All games from October 11th to the 24th are now cancelled but not quite lost to history just yet. The NHL left the door open for a condensed schedule to be made if the league and the PA can reach a deal in the next few weeks. When asked if the league and the union planned to meet in the coming weeks and what steps would be taken to help resolve the many issues between the two groups, Gary Bettman only responded thusly. 
Well, if this were really what we wanted to talk about, I guess we should lose our shit over Rockford’s 6-1 exhibition loss opener to the hated Chicago Wolves. Right, let’s try.
ALEC RICHARDS IS TERRIBLE! OUR HOPES OF GOALTENDING IN THE ORGANIZATION ARE IN THE TOILET! WE HAVE TO GET RAY EMERY STARTS AHEAD OF HIM!
