I don’t know about you guys, but these Sunday afternoon PPV games don’t provide a very good incentive for me to get out of bed. That’s why I’m writing this in my full-body jammies with sewn-on feet from my bedroom. I’m also eating an entire ham in bed, but that’s a typical Sunday morning tradtion that really has nothing to do with hockey or PPV games.
Today’s game against the Thrashers marks 4 of a 5 games on this road trip, a trip in which the Oilers haven’t fared too well. We’ve lost two out of three so far, and all because some cowboys are ropping cattle and drinking $8 beers inside RX1. Add to that the fact the Wanye has apparently flown the coup — he asked me to drive him to the airport yesterday after he packed himself a small hobo sack and didn’t say where he was going — and things haven’t been what you’d call "peachy" here in OilersNation.
But don’t despair, the Oilers have a few things going for them:
- Pat Quinn is getting to the point where he must be scaring the shit out of the players with his rage at their poor play. I’d like to think that this is going to inspire the boys into playing, you know, hockey.
- As Brownlee indicated yesterday, Big Sex, Horcoff and Nilsson skated yesterday morning, and there’s a chance they’ll play today.
- Kovalchuk’s foot is injured, and although he’s been stopping pucks, I can see us making this work to our advantage with some net-crashing (though I certainly don’t condone this).
Sure, these aren’t game-makers, but I need some hope — something to hold onto. And the Oil? They need a win. Or six. Before Pat Quinn’s had explodes.
This won’t be an easy win for the boys in copper and blue — but they’ll take the "W" 4-3. And they’ll do it for Fernando Pisani.