Friday nights are a no-diarizing zone for us, so instead of a blow-by-blow account of all our thoughts and hopes and dreams during the games we’re watching on TiVo delay, we’ll share with you instead a glancing overview of the things that flitted through our brains on a night of hockey.
We kicked things off tonight with the shocking discovery that our cable set-up is still screwy. It took us a good two months this summer of haggling with Comcast to get it up and running, and as we went to set up our recording of the Caps-Thrashers game ahead of time, we learned that we’re not getting the Center Ice channels on our TiVo guide. So Pookie spent 45 minutes on the phone with our good friends at Comcast, affording Schnookie the opportunity to witness this brilliant, one-sided exchange: “I know that is not the correct explanation for why this isn’t working. I know you just made that answer up. [Pause] Are you just going to sit there in silence until I hang up? No. I don’t believe you. You’re making that up, and I want a better explanation. You’re doing it again! You’re just sitting there in silence until I hang up. [Pause. Then speaking to Schnookie] Oh. I’m on hold. Heh.”
We kicked things off with the Pens-Hurricanes game (Canes win, 4-1), and our thoughts on that were as follows:
– By far our favorite reveal of the Pens game came on a random, first-period shot of Maxie Talbot, who sloooowly turned to the camera to reveal… A Randito Bandito! Sweet!
– Laviolette was wearing a really nice tie, but it’s one we remember from last year. We feel NHL coaches should have to get all new ties for each season.
– We sometimes worry we hate on Fleury too much, but Tripp Tracy makes us feel like huge Fleury apologists by comparison. On a giant, raging rant he went so far as to voice his confidence that Fleury is never going to shake off the emotional destruction that was his 2003 WJC fiasco.
– During the second period we were treated to a PSA featuring Cam Ward exhorting us to eat right; the tagline was “Fruits & Vegetables: more is better!” Pookie hopes Mikey C. will soon have a “Hookers & Blow: more is better” commercial.
– Is it too soon to hit the panic button in Pittsburgh? Because they looked extravagantly putrid, from goal all the way out. They have that eau d’ Sabres from last Spring, where it’s like they just assume, because some people are picking them to win it all, that their opponents will just give it to them. It will be interesting to see whether Therrien is coach enough to keep such a young team from getting an unhealthy sense of entitlement. Meanwhile, Schnookie remarked at the end of the second period, “If you spliced together a film of the Canes’ top 40 best minutes of hockey from all of last season it wouldn’t look as good as they’ve looked tonight.” Even Cam Ward looked good. And yes, it burns our fingers to type those words.
When we finished up with the Pens/Canes we flipped the TiVo over to the Sabres-Islanders (Isles won 6-4). Due to a bit of a TiVo mix-up, we didn’t get the first 21 minutes of the broadcast, but this is what we thought about during what we saw:
– We joined this game in time for the first Islanders goal. FSN gave us a lousy single replay of the goal and moved on, leaving us still kind of in the dark about how it happened. How is it that the Carolina broadcast did a better job with informative replays than MSG/FSNY? Cablevision ought to be ashamed of itself.
– After Fedotenko scored on the 5-on-3, the hockey season officially started, thanks to the first of what will doubtless be many “Well that wasn’t Crunchy’s fault”s from Schnookie.
– For all the chest-beating and hair-pulling about losing Drury and Briere, where was the concern in Buffalo for the fact that they didn’t shore up their defense? Because they look awful on their own side of the puck. Really, truly, staggeringly awful. And as soon as they were down 5-4, they fell apart completely, and all concept of team seemed to go right out the window. The Isles had an easy time of it defending over a period’s worth of one individual play after another. If Lindy can’t make his defensemen more mobile or more capable of facing the correct direction (read: “not at Crunchy”) when things are collapsing around their own goal, maybe he can at least convince his forwards to remember they’re not all alone out there when they have offensive chances.
– If Sid Crosby could learn to stop whining, why can’t Derek Roy learn to stop diving? That whole-body whip-around after getting tapped in the face in the third period was atrocious.
– We don’t care that Comrie had four points. If Lou signed him, we’d be forced to take a long, hard look at our fondness for the Devils organization.