Not that it’s unexpected, but the NHL has cancelled all preseason games through the end of September, as noted by everyone on Twitter.
#Blackhawks had four preseason games scheduled in September. They have all been cancelled.
— Adam Jahns (@adamjahns) September 19, 2012
While it’s no great loss to cancel games that don’t matter which season ticket holders are required to pay for, it’s yet another harbinger of doom as both sides engage in the world’s stupidest staring contest.
Now that the curtain is up, and you all have perused the shelves and walls and extra rooms, you’re probably wondering what we’re going to do in these parts while there are no Blackhawks signings, poor play, ridiculous line-shuffling, and clown shoes power plays to discuss. Well, we kind of are too.
The three of us have talked about this at some length, and the first thing we can tell you is that a full season preview is probably going to wait until there’s a season. I won’t pretend to speak for Kills and McClure, but I know whenever I think about doing a season preview right now my heart just sinks. I could barely bring myself to read Puck Daddy’s preview. And on the ground, the Hawks team probably isn’t the finished product for the season yet. So we could have a portion of what we do wiped out when the CBA is agreed.
So where do we go from there?
Here we are. The air’s a little bit easier to breathe out here in the internet wasteland, out from under the safe cover of a parent network. But it’s good for us. It builds character.
And it’s with that said that on behalf of Sam and Killion, I’d like to formally welcome you to The Committed Indian. Whether you’re new here, or just following us from a previous venture, we’re glad to have you. After the jump, we’ll delve into some of the particulars about the site.
Admittedly, this is a crack-ass theory (see, we can totally swear even earlier in the posts!). The NHL inhabits a different atmosphere than the NBA or NFL, and whatever applies to them probably doesn’t apply to the NHL. But let’s just have some fun with this, because we’ve got nothing else to do here. And this has nothing to do with how whatever agreement they come to will affect the league and teams.
It’s strange. Even when you’ve known it was coming for months (and in your darker parts, years), when it 10:59 Central time passed on Saturday night, there was still a pang in the heart. And as some of you probably noticed on Twitter, an attempted drowning of that pang. It certainly wasn’t helped by the email I and other season ticket holders got yesterday outlining our refund options.