Yessir, that’s what last night was all about: the Oilers of yesteryear. Some fighting, a goal for each team, and a shootout win. I’m feeling so nostalgic, it reminds me of Junior High School.

Those were heady days, weren’t they? Strange new feelings towards the opposite sex (or same sex, if that’s how you roll. Diversity is key here in the Nation), cracking voices, terrible acne and general awkwardness. Kind of like our Oilers, no?

I remember my first day of band class in grade seven. Imagine a tiny cyborg sitting there with a larger-than-life alto saxophone. Seated behind me was lil’ Wanye Gretz smashing the drums until he was told to leave the class. Our exuberance was palpable at Wanye’s exit. I laughed so hard that a wad of snot shot out of my nose and onto my upper lip. That’s when the laughter shifted to me. I fled the classroom and bee-lined it for the bathroom. I don’t even recall if I went back into music class that day.

I still can’t look at my old saxophone without openly weeping.

Props to Chris, who accurately predicted the score last night (see comment #3 on the GDB thread). Too bad he didn’t qualify whether we would win in regulation or in a shootout. Guess I’ll just keep this Oilers jersey I was going to giveaway — and by Oilers jersey, I mean a drawing of Ryan Smyth I did in crayon.

This weekend should be, uh, interesting. We take on the Wings and the Wild. The Wild Wings. Buffalo Wild Wings! No wait, that’s something different. Both are afternoon games, so you Justice Leaguers are going to have to sober up right quick in the morning before you fall off the wagon again.

But I’m going to go ahead and predict worthy performances by the Oil. Wins and losses? On that, I won’t speculate.

I don’t want to have my little heart broken.