Monday morning confessions

We have to confess that we are WAY too young for any sort of understanding of this “Hall and Oates” that was bumping on the PPV last night. But having little to do on a Monday morning, we’ve been listening to them on the YouTubes for the last several hours. We hate to say it — we can’t believe that we would say it — but we like Hall and Oates (?).

The intense spotlight provided to Hall and Oates by the Oilers PPV broadcast could lead to a resurgence of the careers of both Daryl Hall AND John Oates, provided that they are both still a) alive, b) capable of performing, and c) speaking to one another. When one looks at the first comment on the YouTube clip above it reads:

By our count that just doubled the Hall and Oates fans in the civilized world from four to six. For posterity here is a complete list of Hall and Oates fans:

Anderson retires his number. We must confess we were not only too young for Hall and Oates but we also have about zero recollections of Glenn Anderson playing for a Professional Ice Hockey Squadron. Perhaps we could lean on our esteemed colleague Robin Brownlee to regale us with some tales of #9 from the Glory Years.

The Oiler Alumni are still looking pretty good, and the Hockey Club rolled out the big guns in the pre-game ceremony yet again. It doesn’t get old either — Messier still looks like he could put a puck through a brick wall. Kurri is still unintelligible in an interview but seems nice. Fuhr looks ecstatic to be on camera and Louie Debrusk must have been secretly waiting for all the other, more articulate, ex-Oilers fighters to exit the building and leave his commentator job intact.

Then the Oil go out and light the lamp six — count ’em: six —  times including a hat trick for the sometimes criticized Captain Moreau. This is one of the most amazing things we have ever seen since this happened:

Yes, that’s right. We were eating Triscuits the other day and we had two that came stuck together. We took the picture immediately and have put the cracker on top of the fridge to impress visitors for the next 75 years. If any of the Nation readers want an autographed picture of the triscuits, they can be had by emailing us directly at wanyegretz@gmail.com.

Man — go listen to “Out of Touch” by Hall and Oates. Where have these two been all of our life?