Close shave…
On our journey home I fed them on the softest insides of grasshoppers,
and finely minced frog’s meat…
A diet on which they obviously throve…
— in King Solomon’s Ring by Konrad Z. Lorenz
The game of darts that I just watched played out between the Blackhawks and the Canucks was excellent…
The details are irrelevant because the team is coming back home for game six,
and that is all that matters…
As I’ve heard Alain Vigneault say many times in the past,
because it appears that some people are hard of hearing,
We’re taking it one game at a time…
I’m pleased to see that so far this evening he is saying nothing…
There is no better way to leak energy than to talk…
Talking,
and listening to others talk on,
and on,
will drain you like a sieve…
We think vampires are fictional,
but if you look at any media guy,
you can see that they are real,
and they get excited about drawing blood…
With all due respect,
Iain MacIntyre of the Vancouver Sun is a perfect example…
I like Kristin Reid as the inside reporter for the Canucks…
She’s pleasant and it seems that she has rapport with the team,
but for the sake of Pete,
why is she asking Iain MacIntrye what he wants to see from the Canucks,
and giving him the light of day to say it…
Canucks catering would do well to lay out a spread of that pizza fathers offer their teenage daughters before a date,
all loaded up with garlic in the crust…
And Alain Vigneault should keep a hammer and six inch nails in his toolbelt,
for the purposes of coffin management…
Luongo made a couple of smart game five decisions…
Losing the beard with the first one…
If you don’t know my position on the second, keep reading…
I was really happy to see that Mats Sundin and his lovely wife were watching the Canucks tonight…
And that he took the time to grace Scott Oakes with his presence,
and us with his smile…
Mats had the best haircut in the Madhouse…
I’m not driving things in any particular direction here,
but if the Canucks really want to rattle for the rest of this series,
and open themselves up to striking possibilities in the shark tank,
they may want to consult Mats about his hairdresser…
Or I can ride my bike over to the Garage anytime between 9 am. and 3 o’clock Monday through Friday,
and take care of shiny as Christmas…
In preparation for the call I’m going to oil up the shears that have been in storage since the lockout…
They’re a professional set…
And whenever my Old English Sheepdog saw them,
he would play some air guitar,
flop over on his side,
and let me get the job done without any need for Scoobysnacks…
Mama, what does the woman in the car have to do with that song???
Or your story???
She’s cruising truth…