A Frustrated Oiler Fan Speaks Out

I figure that if I’ve got my own blog, and I’m supposedly a hockey freak, then I’d better damn well make a hockey post before the season is over.

Well, tonight could be the end of the season, so here we go.

The Edmonton Oilers.

Once a dynasty, but sorely trying to live up to that reputation for the last 15 years or so. Well, this year, they’ve finally done it. I didn’t know whether to be pissed off or really happy when the Oilers defeated my beloved Steve Yzerman and the Red Wings in the first round of the playoffs, but then I remembered that I’ve been an Oiler fan since the day they stepped foot in the NHL in 1979. It’s hard to believe now that I remember at the age of 4, I was watching Wayne Gretzky step onto NHL ice for the first time.

But now, finally, the Oilers have made it back to the Big Dance, challenging for the Stanley Cup.

But there’s only one problem. Tonight’s game is one game away from elimination and a “Cinderella Loses Slipper After Horrible Beating” headline in the papers.

Come on, guys, it’s the Carolina Hurricanes. Sure, they’re a fine team, but this is the HARTFORD freaking WHALERS we’re talking about here. (You’d better know your NHL history here to get what I’m talking about.) Yes, the Oilers have been plagued by an injury to #1 goaltender Dwayne Rolosson. But Jussi Markkanen stood on his head in game 4. ON HIS HEAD! He can get the job done.

So, what’s wrong?

How about SHOOT THE DAMNED PUCK for starters?

If I had a dollar for every time I screamed “SHOOOOOOOOOOT!” at the TV in game 4, I’d have a numbered account in the Caymans and a young buxom wench cleaning my house every day. (Just a joke, Steph.) When you’re down 2-1, and you NEED to win the game, you can’t run around the ice playing a game of “Let’s see how many times we can pass the puck before it finds its own way into the net.” There was a power play early on where I’m sure I counted at LEAST 15 passes, and not one single shot – even with an open net and the goaltender out of position.

Come on, guys, this isn’t rocket surgery.

You have to SHOOT THE PUCK before you can put it in the net.

Get back to the Oilers hockey that killed Stevie Y’s potential last chance at a Stanely Cup before he retires. Smashmouth hockey. Get guys in there and muck around in the corners to dig the puck up. You did that great in game 4. Keep it up. But you’ve GOTTA set guys up in front of the net and SHOOT the frigging thing! You’re not going to win the Stanley Cup on highlight-reel goals each and every time. You’ve gotta get some garbage goals – bounce a puck off of 5 guys in front on the way past a bewildered Cam Ward and into the net. Crash the net and bury some rebounds. Get your stick on the ice and deflect a shot or three.

Cause if you don’t, you’re going to spend the offseason crying into your beers and wondering “Why”? instead of crying into Lord Stanley’s Holy Grail.

An Introduction

Greetings, ‘net denizens.

I’ve finally gotten a personal blog.

That’s right, I’ve joined the millions (and millions) of you who scamper in front your computers to post the next thing that pops into your head.

I have another one – Confessions Of An E-Fed Junkie that talks about my involvement in the wacky, zany world of online fantasy wrestling, but this is my first foray into posting what runs through my head on a daily basis in regards to real life – politics, religion, sports, art, current events – whatever have you.

Bewarned, dear reader, that if you’ve come hear to frollick through the green grasses like Anakin and Padme in the absolute abomination that was Episode II, then you’ve choosen poorly. I’m not going to pull any punches here.

That doesn’t mean that I’m going to go out of my way to be controversial, but no topic will be safe, and no stone will remain unturned. If my opinion is the same as yours, then great. We agree on something, and we should share a toast over a fine virtual beer. However, if my opinion differs than yours, or if it offends you, then don’t bitch to me about it.

It’s my blog, and I’ll post if I want to.

Now that THAT’S out of the way, like I said, I’m not going to TRY to stir the pot, but I don’t mind raising issues and having intelligent discussions over a wide range of topics. Stirring the pot just may happen once in a while.

And, internet reader, I invite you to join me on this journey of digital reflection. Come, muse with me. I may update frequently, I may take a while between posts, but in any case, please check back often, leave some comments, and let’s just talk.