I booed the team tonight. Hard. Because that was my reaction to their play. My beloved CBJ. I've been a season ticket holder since Nickolai Zherdev roamed the friendly confines. I have seldom seen a more pitiful, disconnected game of hockey, and I've seen some bad ones. The first lesson is, don't say what I want to say tonight.
So good night my friends. These are good players, and watching NHL hockey is a fantastically good time. But those times are balanced by the .... No. I'm not going to talk about tonight. I need to think before I type.
I'll check in on a more rational basis later.