Sunday Skate Sharpening

Well, here we are.

Sweet Seats…Sweeter Win

These were the best seats I’ve ever had at a game.  We were so close to the ice, we could hear what the players were saying as they warmed up.  So now, I’ve been all around the arena…Huntington Greens, mid-way and up close and personal.  There’s not a bad seat at Nationwide Arena.  What made it even better was a win.  That makes everything better.  We bumped into Leo (Official anthem singer of the Blue Jackets) on the way back from an ice-cream run…that was cool.  We met Florida transplants (and huge Panther fans) on the way out and that was fun.   

Mustard And Mayo…

Almost winning doesn’t quite cut the mustard.  Sorta kinda doesn’t move you up the standings.  The Jackets brought up Maksim Mayorov, and sent him right back to Springfield.  I have to say, I liked Mayo on this team…I was just starting to get comfortable with all these mayonnaise jokes and then just like that, Mayorov disappeared.  Just like Wilson.  So no mustard or mayo for us…how do we get this sandwich down?

The Weekly Reader

Joe Reader has joined Fire That CannonWeekly Reader’s come out on Thursday, and Joe posts random thoughts thru the week as the mood hits him.  We don’t stop just because the season is coming to an end, or the Jackets shut down prematurely.   I’ll be Tweeting from home and Joe will be cheering in person today…

Loose Cannon

Also on Thursday, you can find me on Too Many Men on the Site, where my Loose Cannon posts are featured in the afternoon. 

Sour Note

The boys take on the Blues in a matinee today at Nationwide.  I really hate St. Louis.  I only hope that if the Jackets have just one more win in them, it’s tonight.  They are due, after a slippery skid of late.  Not only do I want a win, I want a spanking.  I want a blow-out.  I want to see T.J. and the rest of the goon-squad embarrassed.  I want so many cannon blasts tonight, the arena won’t clear from the smoke.  I don’t want to see any hockey player hurt, even if they are the Blues.  But I’m hoping for a gear malfunction or a big snot rocket on Oshie that makes TV and jumbo-tron.

Bad Versus Really Bad

I’ll take any way I can watch the Jackets.  Any hockey is better than no hockey.  Until you watch it on Versus.  Those guys kept making remarks that the Jackets were playing like they were “protecting their golf swing”  and then the weird “man crush” one of them had on Tyutin.  Rimer has called Lepisto “Le Pistol” but these guys spent the whole night calling him  “LAP pisstoh”.   They were repeating old interviews.  It was painful.

Seeing Red…

The only red I can tolerate is the Cincinnati type.  I watched the Reds last night and forgot how enjoyable watching ball can be.  At least I have the Cinci-boys to keep me entertained thru the summer.