Because I assume we may get some new readers in the next few days—and because the only thing I can bring myself to say about the Oilers these days is "Wait until 2011"—I thought I may give a brief introduction to our little site. If you're one of those who are wondering why three clearly repressed homosexuals keep swearing about Kevin Lowe, consider this your guided tour through our underworld. Abandon all taste, ye who enter here.
No blog would be complete without a hopeful intro, in this case from the driving force behind this particular corner of the internet, Mike W.
A month later, Mike created the closest thing we have to a trademark with two scintillating tales of team dynamics, Lying Here with Chris Simon and A Parting Averted.
Care to relive the heady days when the worst thing about Oilers games wasn't how the team was playing? This roundup of the worst commercials shown during hockey broadcasts should do the trick.
A little later on, we had a debate about who the ugliest player in the NHL was. A few years on, I don't think anyone tops McCarty.
Mike reviews a trip to the glass-cased wonder that is the Hockey Hall of Fame.
Mike kicks off the spring that more or less made the Oilogosphere with one of his more spookily accurate drawings right here.
Chris breaks down everyone's favourite crowd pump-up song (for the first time) just before the most amazing game in all of the 2006 playoffs.
This post was one of many on Chris' playoff beard, and is notable mostly for the remarkably crude comments it provided. If you ever want to know how to keep your bitch in line, in a manner of speaking, this is the comment thread you want to read. It also goes to show that, even if we suggest that Darcy Tucker humps his teammates, we're hardly the dirtiest folk on the internet.
Then, of course, there was the whirlwind, roller coaster, peak/valley, ball-kick/blowjob that was the actual Stanley Cup final. Chris captures the horror of seeing Ty Conklin skate towards the goal here, I "lose my shit" while liveblogging game two, and Mike does a little post-game-five-win dance. Then, of course, it all goes to hell, with Chris capping the season off with an amusing series of beards.
Occasionally we get on some non-Oiler related news, as in this post, wherein Chris invents two different nicknames for Ed Belfour that are both better than "The Eagle."
One thing you should know, though: anonymous commenters are not appreciated.
Variations on a theme, with some help from you, the reader, in "A Case for the Defence."
A taste of the Oilogosphere's more sensitive side.
Mike gives you the schadenfreudiest laugh you'll have today, if by "today" you meant "January 23, 2007."
Another thing I just realized we do a lot: bitch about advertisements. Apparently it's anti-capitalism and homoeroticism, as far as the eye can see.
In case you were wondering what kind of hockey players we'd be, if we didn't make our respective livings as a gigolo, a caveman and an English dandy, respectively, we each of us did one of those weird blog chain letter thingies a while back. Say hello to the future of the franchise.
When The Oil Crash, the Hollywood disaster movie based on the post-SCF Oilers, finally gets made, here's who will play all the parts.
But how did we take the Smyth trade, you ask? Uh... Yeah.
Something we've got better at the lazier we've become: photoshopping.
Or just creative collages of photos.
Sometimes, a combination.
Every so often, though, we'll get really deep into the 2Unlimited. If they had more than one hit, we might post every day on this damn blog.
Anyway, yeah, welcome aboard. Don't forgot to check out the blogroll to the right, too.
Kris Russell, A Molehill.
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