A true measure of a blogger is the sum of their blog posts when the team sucks eggs. Apropos: did I mention how much I like Lowetide this season? Everytime I take a leak this guy's got a post up that's insightful, relevant and full of colourful stories about players that are older than my dad.
Meanwhile, I've been dutifully watching the games, usually from behind the hands covering my face, and last night's matchup against the Kings pretty much made me lose my mind. Not a poorly played game, either. Just not good enough. A soul-crushing metaphor for life itself, perhaps? Anyway, I realized that I have an unfortunate habit of yelling non-stop obscenities at the TV, which doesn't carry over well when I'm watching webcasts at work.
Tonight I'm likely going to miss the game against Anaheim under the guise of a steak-dinner date, but I'm doing this as a preventative superstitious measure to turn the team's fortunes around. The way I see it, I'm doing whatever it takes as a fan to make this team win again. Are you?
PS: I hope Kevin Lowe flicks Brian Burke in the testicles with a copy of the new CBA.