Literally the instant we hit “Publish” on this doozy of a post, Pookie remembered — kind of — what we wanted to write about:
We were discussing how Edmonton and Calgary could both have seceded from the NHL without us noticing this year, and Pookie marveled at how she was only discovering right then that Pat Quinn was coaching the Oilers. To which we wondered aloud who was coaching the Flames.
There was a pause.
Then Pookie smirked, “Oh yeah! I remember who! Heh heh.”
Then there was another pause, while Schnookie caught up.
And then Pookie said, “Brent Sutter. I like to think of him as the Kevin Constantine of the late Aughts.”
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you very much!
And this is why they pay us the big bucks.