Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this again. If you’re reading this website for any kind of analysis for this game, you’ve come to the wrong place. Due to the torrential rainfall in the Chicago area, I spent every game stoppage sprinting down to my basement to make sure that my sump pump was […]
Category: Stanley Cup Playoffs
Once it became apparent that this iteration of the Chicago Blackhawks was pretty damn good, the regular season turned into a waiting game. One can only watch the Hawks outclass the Oilers, Avalanche, and Predators of the league so many times before it becomes more of a chore than appointment viewing.
Watching Minnesota score the first goal in game one, combined with obsessive Twitter watching, I wondered if maybe the dog days of a successful regular season weren’t so bad. That’s not to say that the NHL playoffs aren’t an unbelievable spectacle. But it didn’t take long to feel that our relationship with them is more akin to Stockholm Syndrome than anything symbiotic. The NHL playoffs are a vehicle for our impotent rage, white-knuckle fear, arrogant vitriol, and crippling shame.
What’s better than a pre-game brawl? How about a pre-game brawl in the playoffs?