I was in the midst of writing a (COMPLETELY HILARIOUS!) anti-Red Wings rant last night, but then noted human testicle Kirk Maltby won it on his second goal of the game, shouted his prayers to Hitler or whatever, and I lost my taste for it.
Really, it's amazing how much hatred that team can arouse in me. I can't remember the last time I saw them play, but God, they're the epitome of all that's wrong with life today.
So, conversely, for this week at least, the Edmonton Oilers are the standard-bearers for all that's good and true. Go, Pronger and Dvorak and Hemsky and that other guy and that other other guy! I've been slutty enough with my team loyalties over the years -- I can accept one other into my heart for the duration of this series. I've got my game-worn Ales Pisa jersey and I'm ready to go. Viva Edmonton!