The evening started out with some GREAT audio during the warmups, courtesy of Kenny K and our brethren to the south. If you can't get up for a big game by listening to dueling banjos, you should be playing basketball. Of course, there's always the alternative...
Sieve got the call again last week, and came up big only giving up 9 and getting the win. Keith, however, looked like a beaten man, flailing and sliding around like a freshly birthed giraffe.
The good news is he got a book deal out of it, and it publishes this week...
Vic was a wild man, scoring from in close with accurate never-before-seen wrist shots. Gone were the usual big wind ups and cannon shots off the glass, making Terry wonder out loud if the body snatchers left a pod somewhere under Vic's bed.
As luck would have it, Donald Sutherland wandered through the building and left no doubt...
Blackhawks legend and former crash test dummy Eric Daze stopped by locker room four, and Kenny was his usual loving self, spreading fellowship and good cheer while Daisie swiped his wallet.
Finally, once again Sir Cumference was MIA. C'mon, what are you afraid of, hockey and beer?
