Detroit 2, Edmonton 0
Fake Edmonton 7, Fake Detroit 1
I'm about ready to give up on sports. I have no real trouble losing (my baseball team of choice is the Kansas City Royals), but this, this is inhuman. Every year, it's nailbiting. Every year, we slide ass-backwards towards the playoffs after a promising season, every year slowly crushing my soul. You want to know why CinO are a bunch of drinkers? We're Oilers fans. It kills the pain of living.
Sigh. Anyway, the game was okay, I guess. I thought we were pretty lacklustre the first two periods, penalties notwithstanding, not so much lacking effort as just getting flat-out beat (though Legace was sharp tonight). We did decent in the third, but I don't think we had too many really good scoring chances, and Draper's goal seemed to sort of make us resigned to losing. I realize I'm prone to wild swings of emotion when it comes to the Oilers, but it was just depressing, watching us not score, time after time, listening to the out-of-town scoreboards with tales of six-goal routs and Calgary-beating playoff clinching.
This loss was extra hard on me, since the person I'm playing in the hockey pool has Legace, and that shutout is going to put him out in front. And, you know, having your heart ripped out by Dick Tarnstrom's gloved hand puts a damper on things (is it fair to picture Tarnstrom as the cosmic destroyer, crushing hopes and dreams with a wave of his snakebitten stick? Probably not, but he'll do, I guess--I've always thought mediocrity was the greatest of all evils).
Two things have helped to cheer me up somewhat: on CHED after the game, some local savant has decided that Ales Hemsky is actually terrible. He called in to explain why MacT should be fired (a sentiment I find myself more and more in agreement with every day, but we'll save that for another time), and his number one reason was that Hemsky wasn't doing anything. It's nice to know that, as blindingly emotional and irrational as I get about the Oilers, there's always a full slate of radio call-in morons making the world safe for ignorance. Also, as the subhead alludes to, my fake Oilers (circa beginning-of-this-year roster, sans Spacek and Samsonov and with Mike Peca rated quite high) beat the fake Red Wings quite handily. Hemsky got four points (take that, Overtime Openline retard!), including a ridiculously nice end-to-end rush capped by a give-and-go. It is one step closer to caring about my video game team more than the real one. The video game team never crushes my spirit. And I can always hit reset. Or throw the controller. Maybe throw the controller at the reset button. Or bench a player out of pure spite, hoping to "shake up" my team. Ah, video games, why can't life be more like you?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Detroit 2, Edmonton 0
Posted by DMFB at 8:54 PM