Like I said last post, I've been deleting a lot of Ducks games before watching them lately, to the point where I still don't know who Ben Maxwell is or what number Niklas Hagman wears -- thanks, Carlyle! And until I do watch a game, I'm continuing to lazily abuse image recycling:
But hey -- the niece and nephew that have been controlling my schedule for the past week are headed back to New York this morning, which means I'll theoretically have much more free time to write hockey posts -- let's see if I actually end up using any of it. Of course, I'm going to have a really hard time finding as adorable a set of alarm clocks that goes off so consistently at 5:30 every morning.
And yay (?), I'll be back in Row B for this afternoon's embarrassment, sporting the usual green shirt and probably booing for two periods. If you're at the game, feel free to join me (in booing, obviously). Or just say hi.
What a waste of time and money -- can't wait.
Carlyle is not getting fired, says AC -- they're probably right, so look forward to future posts about (a) who can we draft with the first overall pick?, (b) which competent NHL team should we trade Teemu Selanne to?, and (c) my growing excitement about next year's lockout.
Prediction: I show up, but the Ducks do not. They talk about that in lots of useless meetings with Randy "The Dangers of Job Security" Carlyle, though.