Tag: NHL

Does it End Tonight?

In our house, the cats are not allowed in the cellar. No. No kitties in the cellar, damn it!

Today, this little monster…

Lily… the gremlin… the queen of personality… she broke the law. Jen was coming up the cellar stairs and when she opened to door to come out, Lily darted past her and ran down the stairs.

That’s not the point of this post, I just wanted to share with the universe that Lily was a bad kitty today. Bad kitty!

Now for the actual topic I wanted to write a short (mercifully) post about tonight. The Boston Bruins are down in their first round playoff series. They trail the Buffalo Sabers three games to one. Tonight is game five.

Does the series, and by extension the season, come to an end tonight? It sure looks that way. I mean, I hope not but after the way they got the snot kicked out of them in game four it sure feels that way.

I have to say that I am still pretty pissed off at the entire NHL. Granted, only the players from team USA were involved, but the way they figuratively dropped to their knees and figuratively chugged down the nazi orange ass clown’s spooge (figuratively speaking)… it made me fucking sick and it made me kinda want to see the entire league lose. I hate feeling this way about my favorite game but what can I do? Fascists are evil and these fuckers lined up to be counted among them.

Damn it. Now Lily is asleep on the otoman… otaman… How the hell do you spell that anyway? Ottoman. There, that’s right. Thanks spell check. What was I saying? Oh yeah, Lily is asleep on the ottoman and she is so cute it’s ridiculous. I guess I can forgive her for going down cellar. I don’t know if I can forgive the NHL for being full of nazi ass wipes though.

What Year is It?

It’s a weird throwback kinda night. Allow me to explain (and in doing, demonstrate how lame I am).

We never cut the chord with cable TV. We just unplugged the box and only watched cable shows via their Apple TV apps. We had to sign in to our Verizon account in order to use those apps, but that was okay.

Recently, Verizon sent us a new cable box and we thought… what the hell, and hooked it up. Tonight, for the first time in years, possibly decades, I am sitting in the living room flipping between the Bruins vs Buffalo in game three of their first round play off series, and the Red Sox playing the Fucking Yankees at home.

The Bruins just scored to take a 1–0 lead in the second period. The Fucking Yankees just scored to take the lead in the seventh inning and they are now in position to finish a three game sweep. The Bruins are definitely the underdog in this first round series, but the series is tied at one. with the exception of the third period in game one they have looked decent. The Red Sox, however, in the early days of the 2026 season just… suck.

Change of subject, remember the post I made yesterday or the day before about Dave Mason passing away? I just saw a fucking beer commercial using Joe Cocker’s cover of Feeling Alright and it made me both sad and angry. Fuck you, beer company.

Change of subject again, we knew this was coming but tomorrow it arrives. My band’s drummer is moving out west. The band is pretty much over. I don’t see us finding a new drummer and surviving this. I am happy for him. This is a great opportunity for him and his wife. It’s really exciting and I wish them the best in the future. For the band though… rest in peace.

Back to the hockey, the Bruins just killed off a Buffalo power play. The Sabers have yet to score a power play goal in the series and we’re halfway through game three. Good job, Bruins.

I was just going to wrap this one up and click the publish button but then the Bruins were awarded a penalty shot. Let’s pause a moment to see how it goes.

The shot went wide.

Let’s hope that’s not a sign or an omen or anything like that.

I Don’t Care

I was just looking at the match ups for the first round of the NHL playoffs and I really don’t care about any of them. I actually hate seven of the eight teams in the East. Really. Ottawa is the only Eastern Conference team that I don’t loathe, and I really don’t like them very much either. It will be nice to see them beat Toronto (and the will because losing in the playoffs in humiliating fashion is what Toronto is best at) but beyond that? I could not care less.

Last night my wife asked me if I wanted to watch all of the Harry Potter movies in order with her. I said yes. Secretly I am hoping that I can learn how to cast the patronus charm to keep the maga cult the hell away from me. That would be cool.

I have a headache. Again. Every day for over a week has seen at least one headache. It is usually the worst right after lunch and that is the case right now. I think it’s a combination of my glasses doing something wrong while reading on my computer and the general level of stress I’m going through as a result of the maga cult putting an end to my country. Those two things are messing up my head. I’m tired of it.

Time jump. I wrote the three paragraphs above about an hour and a half ago. I took some Tylenol and feel about 10% better. Oh well. I’m super tired. Not sure what’s going on here in the office today, but it seems super loud. Lots of people working on issues together and lots of other people on conference calls at their desks. That is not contributing to the headache though. I can guarantee that.

I thought maybe I’d have more to say but I don’t so let’s click publish on this one.

I Hate That I Feel This Way

Aw hell… why can’t I just be a hockey fan and enjoy it?

Alex Ovechkin tied Wayne Gretzky’s record for career goals last night by scoring his 893rd and 894th goals. Gretzky broke the previous record of 801, held by Gordie Howe, back in 1994.

I want to just be a fan and enjoy the little bit of hockey history, but I can’t. Politics has ruined this for me. Ovechkin is from Russia and in the past has been a vocal supporter of putin. Gretzky stated publicly that he is a trump supporter. Fuck them both. Fuck them both right in their ears. Two fucking fascists.

Ovechkin could break the record as early as tomorrow and I don’t give a flying fuck at a rolling donut. To hell with him and to hell with Gretzky. Also, just to show that I am not just being a sore loser Bruins fan… Bobby Orr is a trump supporter too. The greatest Bruin ever… fuck him too. They can all just rot.

All Quiet… For Now

Despite the weirdness of my previous post, the potentially odd omen of the cat in the sink has not foretold of anything weird happening today… so far, at least.

It’s been a quiet day so far. I’m just getting off of my lunch break so there is still plenty of time for things to go south. I mean, the president placed tariffs on penguins yesterday so… yeah. Anything is possible at any time.

The Red Sox have won two in a row and their home opener (against the Cardinals) is about to start. The Bruins have now lost 10 in a row (one of them in overtime, the rest in regulation). I don’t know what to think. I will focus on the positive trend for the Sox and listen to today’s game while I work. They are 3-4 on the season. It’s too early to worry about things like the American League East standings, but they are currently tied for last place (with Baltimore), two games back of the first place Blue Jays. At least Geddy Lee will be happy.

The kids are coming home tonight. We thought they were coming home last night but there was some miscommunication. Last night’s loss is tonight’s gain. They will be here tonight, go to their father’s sometime tomorrow, and then I think come back here afterward. Then Sunday they will go back to Vermont. I am very happy we’ll get to see them. Very happy.

Okay, it’s 2:00pm now. Time to get back to work. Talk to you all later. Until then, remember that donald trump is a nazi who can’t do math. Loser.

The Seven Stages of (Hockey) Grief

What are the seven stages of grief? Which one is bargaining? I think when it comes to the Bruins’ moves at the NHL trade deadline earlier today I have reached the bargaining stage of hockey grief.

Like… maybe I can talk Don Sweeney out of some of these awful moves. Maybe if I explain to him how trading Brad Marchand (and Coyle and Carlo and Frederic and Brazeau) leaves your team without any identity. Maybe I could explain to him how trading the team captain to the team that bounced us out of the playoffs is literally (not figuratively, but literally) a kick in the balls.

Yeah, this sucks.

NOOOO!!!!!

Brad Marchand to Florida? To the freakin’ Panthers? Noooo!!!! Say it ain’t so!!!!???

I knew the NHL trade deadline was going to completely suck ass today, as a Bruins fan, and I knew there was a good chance Marchand was going to go away, but to Florida? Within the effing division? The rumors all had him going out West somewhere. You know, to some team I could root for in place of my Bruins when they fail to make the playoffs for the first time in ages?

This SUCKS.

Add to that, Trent Frederick goes to Edmonton, which we knew about because it happened a couple of days ago, we lost Justin Brazeau to the Wild this morning which blows. At the last minute though we lost Marchand and Charlie Coyle to the Avalanche, and in another unbelievable kick in the nuts, Brandon Carlo to Toronto? The effin’ Leafs? In the division again? Are you kidding me?

I don’t even know what we’re getting back in any of these deals. We better be so heavily stocked with draft picks that we start cranking out hall of famers left and right. Oh, but then we have to look at Don Sweeney’s illustrious draft history and… well, let’s hope we got a ton of A list prospects rather than draft picks.

This sucks! A shitty hockey year gets even shittier. I wanted to root for Brad Marchand in the post season, but he’s going to play for fucking Florida and I hate the fucking Florida Panthers! I guess I could be an Avs fan, or an Oilers fan. I guess. Blah.

Late

I had a million things to do before work this morning, then a million things to do during work, then a million things to do after work… so obviously I was going to oversleep, right?

Frustrated sigh.

Oh well. The big question for Friday mornings these days is do I watch the new episode of Severance while I do my morning exercise, or do I watch the new episode of Yellowjackets. Today I went with Yellowjackets. No spoilers for season three episode five, but if there is one thing that show needs (a lot) more of, it is PJ Harvey music. I started watching Severance (season two episode eight, I think) but I haven’t the faintest clue what’s going on. I’ll finish it before I sleep tonight. Promise.

We had a contractor at the house yesterday. We have another one coming this morning, any minute now, and we have another one coming this afternoon. Things are getting weird around here.

What else was I going to mention this morning? Oh yeah, I woke up at about 4:00am this morning. I think it was the wind that woke me. It was blowing around like a hurricane out there. It was bad enough that it knocked over the bird feeder. I have to fix it, but the ground is still frozen so it might have to wait a little while. It’s March so the thaw out is coming, but it’s not coming soon enough for me.

Today is also the NHL trade deadline. I expect it’s going to be a sad day for Boston Bruins fans as we’re far enough out of the playoff picture that we will be sellers. Here’s hoping for a lot of high draft picks while also hoping that none of my favorite Bruins get dealt away. Fingers crossed.

Apple Music just let me know that there’s a new Bob Mould album released today. I’ll give that a listen while stressing about everything under the sun. Sounds good to me.

The first contractor has arrived. I’d best let him in…………