Skraelings…

I want it in writing that I watched the Canucks vs. Flames game Saturday night and I was left with mixed emotions…

I’ll start with the close ending…

when Kyle Wellwood got a goal in the shootout…

I sent him some thought medicine a second or so before he headed down the ice and across the blue line…

I said, 

YOU can do this…

And then he cleaned up…

properly…

with the laid back efficiency of a Virgo in Capricorn…

I had difficulty settling down to watch the game…

Frank kept saying…

Philosophydoll, you need to focus…

you have to sit still and put your attention on the HD screen…

I couldn’t put my finger on my scattered mind…

The game was exciting but it was like watching two tugs pulling in different directions…

Hockey violence against hockey sense…

Rick Rypien believes that his course of action raises fan and player energy…

In the post-game I heard him say,

It brings out the best in our game…

I couldn’t help but notice that the Canucks were defeated, despite his and Hordichuk’s persistent invitations to fight…

This made me wonder about air-quality…

and how six healing sounds pre- and post- game might create a better direction for team performance…

If even a few members of the team privately committed to an organ-ick detox program, they could create enough of surge during the play-offs to draw a Stanley Cup…

without bloodletting…

or crayons…

Mike Milbury might send me a flat of pansies, with emotion, for my opinion…

and he is free to do so…

Getting flowers through the holes in his country’s Homeland Security should be effortless in comparison to smacking a man down on his back with a penny loafer…

In my book making rules for creating change only drives things underground…

and it plays into the hands of the lowest common denominator…

a denominator that gets lower with every Tweet…

I prefer riding on the certainty of chaos…

and seeing what unfolds…

in good time…

There is a higher intelligence that drives things whether we have awareness of it or not…

and it will drive hockey into a form that we can all be proud of…

as Canadians…

Just like Mats Sundin, Daniel and Henrik are here for a reason…

and it is so much bigger than what we can see…

on the ice…

When the Sedins are in cahoots with their triplet, Mr. Bowinarrow…

they’re tuned into a classic rock frequency…

And on that station hockey sense doesn’t need any commentary, or a map for how to get a puck into a net…

it just happens…

360 degrees…

with no separation…

People couldn't believe what I'd become...