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Puck Drop: 7:00 PM
TV: CN100

You’re fuckin’ eh right it is. I miss doing these, and game posts are what I do best. So I’m going to fucking do one today, and then there’ll be an actual wrap either tonight or in the morning. Hopefully, it’ll remind us why we’re all here in the first place. But then that just might make us angrier that we aren’t doing this regularly. But fuck it. I’m tired of coming up with shit that you don’t even want to really read anyway. And I’m going to swear even more!

What could I possibly be writing about? Why, it’s the Rock River Swine visiting the O’Hare Annex Lupus (I have a fear of Wolves). That’s right, it’s the battle of….Northern Illinois? I guess Peoria is south enough to not be in that category, right? Let’s go with it.

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Let’s talk about some things that actually took place over frozen water today. It’ll be a nice break. We’ll start with the Winnebago County Bacon Bits, and then later this afternoon we’ll check up on all the kiddies around the world. Then we’ll realize it’s not really the hockey we want to be talking about, and then I’ll resign myself to watching the fucking Lakers tonight and that I won’t be able to pretend that Steve Nash in Purple and Gold is ok! Sorry, that got away from me there a bit. Anyway…

The IceHogs had one of those lovely three games in three days weekends this past one, with a trip to Grand Rapids sandwiched between two home dates with Florida’s affiliate San Antonio. Sounds brutal, but they got through it with three wins, so you can’t complain too much, can you?

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It’s our second NHL-less weekend, and before we get to what you can do to fill the time — though not with anything wholesome or actually useful because who the fuck wants to do that? — let’s try and clear up some of the gloom and doom.

You have to look past the publicity stunts that abound in this negotiation right now. And it’s all publicity stunts. As evil it was, you kind of have to marvel at how the NHL was able to turn the PR war on it’s head in the span of what felt like seven minutes. But walking out of a meeting after less than an hour isn’t going to help anything, and nor is having your barely literate union members take to twitter to try and nail themselves to the cross.

In the end, both sides have gotten to a 50-50 split, and both have offered to get there next year. They may argue how to and what comes along with it, and maybe those obstacles are bigger than they seem. But the NHLPA’s “3rd” proposal and the NHL’s last really aren’t all that far apart, considering where both sides started from. And while there won’t be any news this weekend most likely, just like there’s been every time they’re not actually meeting there will be back-channel phone calls and conversations, and that’s kind of where the real work gets done.

Anyway, the viewing:

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I hadn’t been to a Wolves game since their inaugural season in 1994 on Hanson Brothers night, which was two lockouts ago. I hadn’t been to the Horizon at all since Adam Jones, Justin Chancellor, and Danny Carey were polishing off the last notes to “Lateralus.” So to say I was in for a new experience of sorts would be right on the mark last night.

I hadn’t seen the new re-model of the interior of the Horizon, and I have to say I’m a fan. It feels cozier than it did, the sight-lines for hockey are better than they were, and it just feels like a more-modern arena, whereas the old layout felt dated probably from the moment the place opened. The constantly turning concourse could have used some work, but there’s only so much you can do. And the search for a beer other than Coors is mind-numbing. If Killion ever makes the trip there he’s probably going to have a seizure.

Anyway, other thoughts on my night watching the Hogs and Wolves:

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It’s now officially our first NHL-less weekend. I won’t be navigating the fucking Red Carpet Ceremony trying to peddle Indians while suburban people look at me weird and the Ice Crew takes pictures on my spot. Oh how I’ll miss that. Anywho, what’s out there as alternates?