So here we are, the last two weekends and last full week of the season.
For some teams, it's time to fight for a job and/or book the tee times, and/or time to figure out what went wrong and what needs to be fixed.
For others, it's time to tune up, lock and load for the bruising battles of the second season, a possible twenty eight games and two more months of balls to the wall hockey.
For a few, the playoffs have already started, as each point wrenched from an opponent's grasp is the difference between going home early and getting a chance to sip the champagne from the chalice emblazoned with the names that are now immortal in hockey history.
For owners, the cash registers will be ringing with the sweet sound of playoff dollars...or not.
For fans, heart-pounding hockey is on the menu. They've got the fridges and booze bins stocked, the finger foods resupplied, normal life put on hold, and the defribulator handy.
Let's party!
The weekend blasts out of the starting blocks with an Original Six slamfest. The Boston Bruisins' have sharpened their teeth as the Bluesuits bop into Boston. Uncle Claude's badass B's are lookin' to unleash a lickin' on Tortsie's Teamsters, who've tumbled and stumbled to the edge of standings oblivion. Will the Manhattan Meatheads butch up, or bow down?
Be-deviled by their own recent reeling, Marty and the Swamp Things will have a plate of extra hot Buffalo wings to swallow. The Sabres are sharp enough to cut you, and Lindy's Lads haven't given up on their dream of the Cup. Will the Jersey Mob get it up, or will Brent's boys need a dose of badabing when Ruff's Rogues dole out the Buff stuff?
The March of the Pingu Posse runs into a gale force as the Mighty Wind keep rockin' in Raleigh. Maurice's Maulers are overhaulin' and they've slotted right in above Crosby's Cronies in the race for preferred playoff place. Look for The Malkinator to turn on the afterburners against Capable Cam and the cagey Canes.
Lights out for Tampa, and the fish sticks have gone cold on Long Island. The kids still want to play. Even if their bosses are already in 'next year' mode, there's much accounting to be done before it's done. And these teams are done...well done. So who gets Hedman, and who gets Tavares?
Where's the pizza? The Flyers will deliver sizzling Philly cheesesteak to La Place Banque Scotia for their dinner with Cory's Crew. They raked the Leaves, and now their orders are to sink the Sens. Will Alfie's Army make a stalwart stand for this, and the last few matches of the home stand?
Gainey's gains while holding the reins have revived les partisans du Canadien. Hold the Prozac, they say, as they once again sing 'Ole, Ole. Ole'. But what does it all mean anyway? An Original Six Saturday night is always good for a fight, and Mr. Wilson is a mean mutha. And the Habs have to win, or they won't get in.
Go West for the best tonight, as the playoff fight is tough and tight...
The battlin' Blues have to shoot down the Stars. That's it, that's all. Handy Andy got the St Louis side playing a playoff tune, but they can't hit ANY sour notes from here on in. On the other side of the rink, Brett Hull is wondering how it could all go so wrong, so fast, in Dallas, where even the owner is now looking like a carpetbagger.
Game of the Night? The number in Nashville is one. That's how close, or how far, they are, from keeping the band playing in the Music City. But Hitch's Horde have the hunger for more as they taste the playoff possibilities for the first time ever. Stevie Wondermason versus Penurious Pekka promises a goalie duel, but the Preds are hurtin'. Don't expect Mr Nash and the Jackets to send a get well card. This one will be played hard.
The Nuclear Nucks are set to grease the skids for MacT's kids. The Oil have slid as fast as the price of sweet light crude, and the critics are clamoring for the Coach's cranium. Owner Daryl Katz has told the scribblers he's sold on Craig...but are the players? Bobby Lu and the VanMen want first place in the Northwest and home ice is nice. Expect no mercy.
California dreamin'? The Sharks have been swimming along this year at the front of the pack, while the Ducks have waddled along at the back. But now the Anaheimers are smokin' quack. And they have no fear of McLellan's Monsters. So Shelley is set for another punchup with Parros. This will be a monster match...think Godzilla Versus Mothra. On skates.
The Late Show with Conan O'Brien welcomes the Yotes and the Kings.
Have a great Hockey Saturday everybody!
:BB:
For some teams, it's time to fight for a job and/or book the tee times, and/or time to figure out what went wrong and what needs to be fixed.
For others, it's time to tune up, lock and load for the bruising battles of the second season, a possible twenty eight games and two more months of balls to the wall hockey.
For a few, the playoffs have already started, as each point wrenched from an opponent's grasp is the difference between going home early and getting a chance to sip the champagne from the chalice emblazoned with the names that are now immortal in hockey history.
For owners, the cash registers will be ringing with the sweet sound of playoff dollars...or not.
For fans, heart-pounding hockey is on the menu. They've got the fridges and booze bins stocked, the finger foods resupplied, normal life put on hold, and the defribulator handy.
Let's party!
The weekend blasts out of the starting blocks with an Original Six slamfest. The Boston Bruisins' have sharpened their teeth as the Bluesuits bop into Boston. Uncle Claude's badass B's are lookin' to unleash a lickin' on Tortsie's Teamsters, who've tumbled and stumbled to the edge of standings oblivion. Will the Manhattan Meatheads butch up, or bow down?
Be-deviled by their own recent reeling, Marty and the Swamp Things will have a plate of extra hot Buffalo wings to swallow. The Sabres are sharp enough to cut you, and Lindy's Lads haven't given up on their dream of the Cup. Will the Jersey Mob get it up, or will Brent's boys need a dose of badabing when Ruff's Rogues dole out the Buff stuff?
The March of the Pingu Posse runs into a gale force as the Mighty Wind keep rockin' in Raleigh. Maurice's Maulers are overhaulin' and they've slotted right in above Crosby's Cronies in the race for preferred playoff place. Look for The Malkinator to turn on the afterburners against Capable Cam and the cagey Canes.
Lights out for Tampa, and the fish sticks have gone cold on Long Island. The kids still want to play. Even if their bosses are already in 'next year' mode, there's much accounting to be done before it's done. And these teams are done...well done. So who gets Hedman, and who gets Tavares?
Where's the pizza? The Flyers will deliver sizzling Philly cheesesteak to La Place Banque Scotia for their dinner with Cory's Crew. They raked the Leaves, and now their orders are to sink the Sens. Will Alfie's Army make a stalwart stand for this, and the last few matches of the home stand?
Gainey's gains while holding the reins have revived les partisans du Canadien. Hold the Prozac, they say, as they once again sing 'Ole, Ole. Ole'. But what does it all mean anyway? An Original Six Saturday night is always good for a fight, and Mr. Wilson is a mean mutha. And the Habs have to win, or they won't get in.
Go West for the best tonight, as the playoff fight is tough and tight...
The battlin' Blues have to shoot down the Stars. That's it, that's all. Handy Andy got the St Louis side playing a playoff tune, but they can't hit ANY sour notes from here on in. On the other side of the rink, Brett Hull is wondering how it could all go so wrong, so fast, in Dallas, where even the owner is now looking like a carpetbagger.
Game of the Night? The number in Nashville is one. That's how close, or how far, they are, from keeping the band playing in the Music City. But Hitch's Horde have the hunger for more as they taste the playoff possibilities for the first time ever. Stevie Wondermason versus Penurious Pekka promises a goalie duel, but the Preds are hurtin'. Don't expect Mr Nash and the Jackets to send a get well card. This one will be played hard.
The Nuclear Nucks are set to grease the skids for MacT's kids. The Oil have slid as fast as the price of sweet light crude, and the critics are clamoring for the Coach's cranium. Owner Daryl Katz has told the scribblers he's sold on Craig...but are the players? Bobby Lu and the VanMen want first place in the Northwest and home ice is nice. Expect no mercy.
California dreamin'? The Sharks have been swimming along this year at the front of the pack, while the Ducks have waddled along at the back. But now the Anaheimers are smokin' quack. And they have no fear of McLellan's Monsters. So Shelley is set for another punchup with Parros. This will be a monster match...think Godzilla Versus Mothra. On skates.
The Late Show with Conan O'Brien welcomes the Yotes and the Kings.
Have a great Hockey Saturday everybody!
:BB: