Anyone remember last time we met the Kings? Well, in a way, me neither but just to give you some background, it was a dreaded shoot out and the Kings eeked out a win. The writer for the Kings refused to come out and play so I didn’t even have that joy…is it all coming back now?
There’s been a whole lot of hockey life since then. The Blue Jackets have found Twitter, we’ve buried our playoff hopes (metaphorically…I’m still hoping to look like the big dork who has to write an apology and eat my words when the Jackets come back and earn a playoff spot…come on, boys…make me cram pages down my throat…make me beg for condiments to make it go down easier…PLEASE) a day or so ago. There’s plenty of anger and shouting swirling about the NHL over head injuries and physical play.
But, here we are. Wow, Kings are coming to our house…would you roll out a red carpet? Sound the trumpets? Shine up the silver and drag out your best clothes?
Or would you realize that the hour glass is spilling sand and the season is very near over and whatever it is that you wanna tell your fans or each other (through action and play) needs to be NOW…Would you smile to yourself knowing Upshall and Rivet may just show everyone how to take care of Royalty? Dorsett, Boll and Methot could certainly light up all the Kings men if only given the chance. With nothing at all to lose at this point, and a possible Frankensteinish-life again surge, the Jackets should show everyone how to take care of a King.
Here’s my suggestion, although, I’ve never had Nash in my house following me around saying, “You really ought to put an extra dryer sheet in that laundry today…for ultimate freshness and softness” Never had Methot pointing out that the toasted cheesers are a bit crisp on one side. Calvert doesn’t wave his hands in the air like he’s shooing away bats and yell, “Why did you get THAT kind of bread?! You know I hate raisins!!!” So…ya know. I’m not the hockey player. But I think I may have the answer to taking care of Kings in our house tonight…
By firing the CANNON. Often. And if it does start firing, don’t squander it! Every Jacket fan will agree with me (and they’re on my side…) that NO TEAM OUT THERE CAN BEAT US IF THE CANNON KEEPS FIRING.
…But, the boys need to supply the on-ice ammo. You have nothing to lose, fellas. I’m the one who wrote the playoff-funeral epitaph…make me apologize.
No red carpets, doves or trumpets. No polished spoons or even clean underwear…Kings are coming to our house tonight at 7pm.
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