ANAHEIM DUCKS @ DETROIT RED WINGS
7:00 -- Joe Louis Arena
Ducks: 6-8-3 (15 pts), 14th in West | Wings: 9-5-3 (21 pts), 8th in West
'Tis the first meeting of the year with our arch rivals. Don't feed me that nonsense about the Hawks being the top enemy because of the tradition, or the Avs because of the 90's, or the Blues because their fans hate us to the point where I don't visit their sites out of fear that one of them will jump through my computer and rape my unborn children. Anaheim is #1 until Chicago can prove otherwise. It doesn't matter that Pronger is gone -- the Ducks could ice 17 clones of Steve Yzerman and put my grandmother in goal, and if the 18th skater was Corey Perry I'd still want their entire team to toss Pierre McGuire's salad while he's infected with dysentery.
Ducks blog of choice: Earl Sleek at Battle of California
The degree of difficulty on this post was through the roof: a mock translation of a mock interview that the fake Sammy Pahlsson did with a mock Swedish newspaper. Just click and read the whole thing, it's astounding. I would've laughed more while reading it if I hadn't kept turning to the lamp next to me and saying, "You know, this is really, really well written, Lamp. I'm not crazy. I know you can hear me."
Some thoughts about this clip:
1) I still can't believe that game was tied with just 3 minutes to go.
2) I miss Jiri Hudler. At the end of the video you see him lean over and rub Cleary's head, talking to him, giving him some hearty "atta boy"s and more than likely there was some clucking going on. Just a cool thing to see.
3) If you lean in really close, you can hear Ken Daniels' nipples puncture his shirt.