We get vulnerable when we come onto the Nation the day after a loss and see that people are still having to comment on last night’s GDB cause there is no new content. Consider this article “what we would talk about this morning if we worked together in the same office.” Just rambling BS. Feel free to join in instead of working.

No matter what they are trying to tell us over at EdmontonOilers.com the Red Wings did not “edge the Oilers 3-2” last night at RX1. Anyone with functioning eye organs could tell you that the Oil got out to an early lead and got outworked, out shot, outplayed and eventually out scored by the Detroit Red Wings.

Despite our constant prayers to the Hockey Gods, the Oil hardly are sitting pretty in the standings. It’s tighter than a Tokyo Subway Car right about now in the West. Look!

Ugh. In playoff runs of years gone by you would say to yourself, “yeah man, the Oil were this close. They went 19-3 down the stretch but remember that one loss in there to Phoenix? They totally needed that game.” Now, not so much.

There have been literally a dozen must-win, should-have-won, needed-to-win and didn’t-wins that the Oil have gassed this season. Is last night’s loss going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back? Personally we think the Oil made the playoffs when they beat the Hawks last Friday. We even declared this fact at the top of our lungs at the Nation party. “The Oilersssh have made the playofffsh!!!” we yelled in jubilation firing an imaginary AK-47 in the air and waving our other arm side to side. Imaginary gunfire is just one of the many awesome things about Nation parties.

We are rambling…

If this team makes the playoffs – nay WHEN they make the playoffs – it’s clear they won’t be doing it with the usual head of steam. Except in one regard.

Man, is this guy ever a gamer or what? 46 shots on goal last night? In what, his 46th straight hame? In what, his 57th year on earth? How long can this guy keep it up? Forever? Totally.

*dances in front of desk shooting imaginary AK-47 into the air*

Still reading? Good for you. Here is another rambling tale fellow co-worker. We were sitting in the seats at RX1 enjoying reasonably priced $15 beers and some good ol’ boys behind us started to heckle Conklin. Nothing too crazy, just your garden variety “CON-K-LINNNNN” chant that must haunt the dreams of retired NHL goalies years after they hang up the skates. After a few verses of “CON-K-LINNNNN” had been good naturedly screamed, some of the Oilers faithful began doing the old look-back-stinkeye move. You know the move – the old “turn-around-in-seat-and-look-at-the-offender-as-though-he-is-screaming-his-undying-love-for-his-hot-cousin” look. Why do people do this?

You are at a hockey game people. We can see why some people get rattled if the drunk two rows over is screaming his theories about the sexual habits of the opposing teams star defender, particularly if there are little kiddies present. We can also see people getting rattled if it is an opposing teams fan. When the Oil lose, we personally want to go put the boots to every opposing fan who had the balls to wear a Wings jersey to the game. These people should stay home and not grace the hallowed halls of RX1 with their heresy.

But Oilers fans yelling Conklin? Give them the stink eye? Seriously, WTF?

That doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. It made even less sense when “the man” showed up and starting giving these die-hard fans some stress. What exactly are you telling us Mr. I’m-a-Security-Guard-now-but-I-tell-chicks-I’m-training-to-be-a-cop? We are supposed to pay the money to get into the game, pay the money to get good and gassed on hockey beers, but not scream and yell?

We will never understand the mandate of these security people or the fans who want to come to a game and listen in complete silence. If you want to watch a quiet game stay home. Or go to a game in Phoenix. It ain’t noisy there.