You might remember, Gentle Reader, that we did a summer series of posts listing 118 Reasons We Love Hockey; a six-part sub-series in that collection listed all the months of the regular season. At the time, we waffled about whether March hockey even really was a reason we love hockey. Because seriously, March is the worstest. We ultimately decided to include it in the interest of having one fewer Reason to have to think of, but this was the best we could come up with when trying to think of nice things to say about this time of year.
Well, now it’s March. Whee. And as we find ourselves treading water with regards to finding anything interesting to say about the Devils, it seems we’re not alone in our listlessness. Today a blogger friend of ours (who will remain nameless) emailed us in need of some moral support as she/he was concerned that he/she was losing his/her mojo. This is what Pookie had to offer:
This is seriously the worst time of year for everyone. Look at what folks wrote this weekend. It’s like every blogger in the universe lost their mojo. This is the dog days. There’s just nothing to say. Even if stuff happened there’s nothing to say about it. It’s not that you’re losing your mojo, it’s that hockey has taken your mojo away for a mandatory standardized test for a few hours. Your mojo doesn’t want to take the test, maybe it didn’t even bother preparing for it. But it’s mandatory. Every mojo in the hockey blogosphere is sitting at little desks set up in a gymnasium, fidgeting and bored. The hockey god in charge of administrative duties (you know, the one who makes sure playoff games are always scheduled on the worst possible nights for as many fans as is possible) is standing at the front of the room dully reading off the instructions: “Watch the whole game and follow along with me before responding to the questions; do not skip ahead. Only respond with one answer and one answer only. Do not copy off others’ tests. Only use a #2 pencil. Do not fold, spindle or mutilate the paper. No graphing calculators are allowed to determine the magic number needed to get your team into the playoffs. When you get to the Stop Sign at the end of the section, wait for everyone else to catch up before continuing.” It’s brutal. But when your mojo finishes his test, it’ll be Spring out and the giddy fun of the playoffs will be starting!
Right. We all just have to get through this. We can do it together, Gentle Reader. Can’t we?