CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS 3 - 0 DETROIT RED WINGS
You know times are different when you flip on the car radio, hear Ken Kal say the score is 0-0 at the 1st intermission, and your reaction is "Oh thank Christ."
While it certainly isn't looking good, I cannot bring myself to freak out after each loss. I don't even feel frustrated anymore -- just numb. Oddly enough though, I'm still enjoying whatever hockey I have gotten to watch over the last couple of weeks. I'm enjoying watching guys like Abdelkader, Howard, Eaves and a slightly rejuvenated Draper just enough to keep me from throwing flaming feces at my neighbor's kids.
Where is the despair and depression? I don't know. The strange assurance that everything is going to get better is overriding all else. Maybe it's the Christmas spirit or the eggnog (eggnog sucks). Maybe I'm still riding the high from Pinky Day, or maybe it's the new turtleneck I bought that's keeping me warm and oblivious. I can't explain it. I just can't get too down on this team right now because of this feeling that we're going to see a second half surge unlike any before.
- Favorite line of the night: Kyle at BDS
- Something has to give -- I don't hate the Hawks enough. And I want to hate them. But even the guys I'm supposed to love to hate aren't that love-to-hateable. I would love to hate to not love to hate them, but I'm afraid it's just not that simple. When I can still bring myself to play as them online in NHL 10, that's not good.
- Hope everyone saw that great clip of Homer talking about Swedish Santa Claus. In case you missed it, I typed it out:
Trevor Thompson: "Can you tell us about Santa Claus?"
Homer: "In Sveedish vee call him Tomfadkfja;kfd#da2."
TT: "You call him what?"
Homer: "Vee call him GFskdfaewfkaf++++. Akdfa;kefa@~" (shrugs shoulders)
TT: "Are those words?"
Homer: (pulls paper and crayons from locker; doodles)
TT: "That's a picture of my entire family, dead in my house, with me trying to eat the bodies to cover the evidence."
TT: "Explain yourself."
Homer: "Hahaha, it is Santa Claws. Get it?"
TT: (slowly backs away)
Final word on the commercial: Yesterday we Tweetered that we were trying to post a downloadable version in which the un-synced parts were corrected, but we weren't able. As it turns out, it sounded like a number of people actually liked the original version for it's janky-ness anyway. So whatever. We'll stop messing with it until the Director's Cut is released, along with TTD commentary, the Fake Herm gag reel, and a bonus 270-frame comic strip of Pluto Nash fan fiction. (And even though that was totally a joke, it still felt incredibly pretentious.) Thanks to all who tuned in yesterday, and spread the word so we can party with Herm in Detroit come March.
Merry Christmas, everybody.