Kris Draper headbutted his boys back to where they belong. Dallas Drake steamrolled them there. Chris Osgood, a decade removed from the last time he ripped the heart out of Dallas, withstood a final barrage more ferocious than anything he’s faced this year.
And the Stress Train pulls in for maintenance. Everybody off. I’m serious. Clean yourselves. Meet your families.
Gary’s Baby Boy awaits. But not for four more days.

Your boy Dave Guralnick took that. Of all the images from last night, I use that one because there’s a good chance that 19 people scattered from wherever the Hell Andrew is out to Aaron in Phoenix, over to Rumbear and our California contingent, back down here to VA and RWBill, out to evil piss-pot Denver and Hockeychic, then back across to the counselor in Oklahoma, and finally back up to Detroit where Gramps is holding down the fort...pretty much everybody sober enough to get their fat asses out of their chairs probably reacted the same way.
Long day today. We’ll get to the reactions, the Diggers, the crestfallen Stars. We’ll see if that mouthy twit in Fort Worth comes out of hiding. Heck, we’ll even check in with the bloggers in St. Louis and Denver. See how they’re reacting to recent developments.
All in good time. Relax a bit. Get some work done.
But first, a note from G. Lightfoot.
“At seven PM (CST), a main hatchway gave in.”
You’re damn right it did.
I’m already fighting the war at the trenches (Pensblog). Just made them edit sime sillyness about our supposedly inflated record by dominating the Central.
CALL TO ARMS!!!
Posted by MacPhisto on 05/20 at 06:49 AM