Friday, October 21, 2005

 

7-1?

Terrible. I almost felt bad for Sacamano, having spent his own hard-earned caysh to be at the game in person tonight. The feeling passed quickly.

Oiler fans looking for a bright side can probably cling to the fact that tonight's performance was rock-bottom, although when you're looking at 10 of the next 11 games on the road, merely improving on tonight won't be good enough.

And may I also state for the record here on October 21st, having watched many, many (at least 7!) camera shots of the Oiler bench tonight, that I don't think Craig Simpson or Charlie Huddy have the slightest clue what they're doing. Aren't there some other Oiler relics they can exhume that would do a better job? What are Don Jackson and Mike Krushelnyski doing these days?

Comments:

boom.
 


Yeah, Christmas came early this year for you, buddy. Enjoy it.

Three comments on the game:

(1) I was in a bar on Whyte Avenue, and I swear I've never been so close to finding myself in the middle of an honest-to-god riot.

(2) How often do you see "goalie A sucks, gets pulled, then goalie B sucks even worse and gets pulled in favour of A with 20 minutes left"? Once every two or three years, maybe? Conklin had a path a mile wide to the starter's job and he fell on his ass. I came this close to chanting Mike Morrison's name but the place was crazy enough.

(3) Even Pronger kinda sucked. That's how bad it was.
 


How often do you see "goalie A sucks, gets pulled, then goalie B sucks even worse and gets pulled in favour of A with 20 minutes left"? Once every two or three years, maybe?

I can go one further. I was at a Jets game similar to this in the early 90's, except Bob Essensa was pulled early, went back in for the third period, pulled a muscle and Goalie B (can't remember his name) returned for the final three minutes of a painful game to watch.
 


A Jets comparison. Ouch!

Edmontonians: Despite the seeming hopelessness of the situation there is no need for rioting on Whyte Avenue. It's not like this is something serious, like Canada Day...

What a difference 13 days makes.
 


Well u know I think it is time... dress Joey.... for cripes sake at least he may want to try. Ales Hemsky needs to be found a flak jacket and a chute and skate until he pukes blood.
The team better find some pride or something or they will be playing to empty house by Xmas... I think the ballet may be in town.
This team has no sense of tradition look at the rafters dumbasses the Oil stunk it up before but when did you could always say there was this one play or that... there was nothing..
 

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