Later this morning, 3:41 AM to be exact, marks my 34th successful circumvention of the sun. I'd like to take a moment to thank the planet for not killing me yet.

Today also marks the one-year anniversary of one of the greatest moments in San Jose Sharks history: the Game Six victory over the Colorado Avalanche which clinched the series and punched San Jose's ticket to their first Conference Finals. (Yeah, they had their asses handed to them by Calgary, but we had no idea that was going to happen at the time. So we were pretty stoked.)

Tomorrow, there will be baseball, and the NBA playoffs. There will be no NHL hockey.

So if you're the type to pour one out (and if you are, fer God's sake, yer wasting perfectly good alcohol), do me a favor and pour one out for the demise of the NHL season, with hopes that the idjits in charge of negotioations give themselves a rectal craniectomy and get this impasse settled, so that next October we can once again enjoy the greatest game on the planet played at its highest level. posted at 12:08 AM | Permalink |