First of all, we’d like to wish a giant Happy Birthday to the one, the only, Boomer! (We celebrated her half-birthday in May because November 1st is way too close to Christmas for gift giving, but we couldn’t exactly let her birthday-birthday pass without cake, could we?)
In a few hours we’ll know how much the Devils appreciate Boomer’s years of dedication and sacrifice for her love of the team. Dedication in driving 90 minutes one-way to 41+ games for all our years as season-ticket holders and sacrifice in letting herself get hit in the head with a puck shot by Wayne Gretzky (or Sheldon Souray depending on how much you want to embellish the story). And no, we’ll not let the long IR list excuse them
when if they lose; we’ll just know that they don’t love Boomer as much as they should. Shame on them.
Secondly, we’ll be offering up some woolgathering and/or post-game reaction (most likely the latter, since we’re all a little fried after battling a tough corn maze this afternoon — we can only assume navigating a corn maze is a lot like trying to coach the Devils d-corps), but in the meantime, please enjoy an open thread!
7:40 p.m. We spend most of the first 15 minutes of the first period being more interested in watching one of our cats chase her tail underneath a sheet of tissue paper than we are in the game. By the time we’re paying attention to the game, we’re all a little tipsy from our wine and the Devils’ fourth line is on the ice. When Bergfors’s name is mentioned in the play-by-play, we start with our old Simpsons joke from the Berglund days, and Pookie says, “Bergfors is the new Boogerlund.” Schnookie retorts, “You mean Boogerfors.” Bergfors promptly scores from an atrocious angle, and Pookie cheers tipsily, “Way to go, Air Force Boogerlund!” Maybe you had to be there.
7:45 p.m. Oh, we haven’t mentioned yet how peeved we are that the Rangers and Islanders are both playing tonight, so of course it’s the Devils who aren’t in HD. But because it doesn’t suck enough that Cablevision has shunted us to the Crap Channel, they’ve given us an especially horrible picture. It’s a good thing we’re not diarizing, because we can’t tell all these guys apart. Hell, we can’t even see the puck. Yes, we’re glad the game’s on TV, and we’re glad we’ve got Doc and Chico calling it, but with this poor quality picture, we might as well be watching it on the radio.
8:05 p.m. We go to a commercial break with the Devils holding a 3-0 lead and Marty down in his crease, clearly in pain. Look, it’s one thing for the Devils to not want Boomer to have a happy birthday, but the Hockey Gods too? Not cool. What did she ever do to you, Hockey Gods?
8:21 p.m. It’s no secret that we are not fans of defensemen leaving their feet to block shots, and as soon as Weekes comes in for Marty, the Devils d-corps immediately starts doing that left and right. This makes it pretty clear to us that going down to block shots is a definite statement by a defender that he doesn’t trust his goalie.
8:38 p.m. It’s 6-0 at the second intermission, and really, you can’t help but feel bad for the Thrashers. We just looked up “fantastically atrocious” in the dictionary, and sure enough, there’s a picture of them. Poor things.
8:54 p.m. Our intermission show features a pitch from Al for some sort of post-game show (we’re not sure what the actual thing was, because we don’t pay attention to Al) on which Stan Fischler will be telling viewers about how Jacques Plante was the first goalie to wear a mask. Wha-huh????? Since when???? Why have we never heard about this before??? Gah. Stan.
9:32 p.m. Well that’s a bit more like it! Scoring 6 is a lot more enjoyable when the Devils aren’t also giving up 6. And while we’re hardly confident with him in net, we’re so happy for Weekes to have played well, especially in the same week that he cemented his place in the All-Time Most Favorite Devil pantheon by dressing as Arlette for Halloween. See, Weekesie? We love you. So don’t take it personally that we’re going to spend the next two days sending “happy elbow” vibes Marty’s way.
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