Calling Line 2, do you read me? Game 76 - Blackhawks

Last time I was in Chicago it was more of a drive by while in search of a place to eat. I was partially disturbed by the fact that no one was out playing in the suburban parks on a nice, Sunday summer afternoon. But it was in this city (well, outside the city to be exact) that I received the craziest words of wisdom by eavesdropping on what looked like a displaced Texan dealing business in a truck stop eatery...

"If you don't walk in my boots, don't tell me my feet stink." Unreal.

The Blackhawks have finally turned a corner this season, and it's nice to see considering how pathetic and sad this Original 6 team has been for so long. The jury is still out, though, considering how horrible the team has been in the playoffs throughout history (assuming they made the playoffs, though they've no problem this season)... Tomorrow, however, the scale is tipped in your favour my Habs. The Canucks just shut them out 4-0, and their young team is inconsistent at best, particularily on defense. If you attack them hard like you did the Slugs, your chances of winning will be high. (I say this because I saw the Canucks own them in a similar manner). There are still a few you've gotta watch besides the smooth skating Campbell. Price's old friend Jonathan Toews and Sergei's old buddy Patrick Kane can be the dynamic dynamo. And then there's the rookie they call Versteeg. Some say he holds the power of a thousand brilliant suns. Others say he was born with skates genetically grafted onto his feet. The rest say he eats the hockey cards of past greats and absorbs their greatness through osmosis. All we know is he's called Versteeg.

Barber Pole Night.

There is no curse on the Barber Pole, Chuck Norris countered any hex on it with a roundhouse kick.

The Bob has called out the 2nd line though we could let it slide a tad considering one was ill, one reverted to zombism, and the other was left alone to his own devices, while the stand-in for the ill was playing like he was ill. On the other hand, time's running out! Leadership comes from the Center, and it's time to tighten your turtle neck, Pleky, and take those brothers under your wings. Think back to preseason when you were practically captain of the Second Squad that went on tour of the East coast. Where's the toe drag and score? Where the set up while you and Sergei patrolled the blue line to watch the (other) children? Where's the Coast to Coast with Andrei Kostitsyn? (You did it only ONCE this year and I'm sad for that). Bob's got you taking the 2nd unit powerplay and we need you in case the ATK line is neutralized. We need SuperPleky! We need the BelaRocket! We need Sergei Ass Kicker! C'mon boys, join the party!

Markov: MVP-Man. Another 30 minutes?
We need the rest of you D-guys to be like Mike and follow Markov. We also need a Lead-Protection Man. Who's it gonna be?

Young Lord Price vs Mentor Huet. But which Huet will walk in tomorrow, I can't say. He hasn't played in weeks... In any case, Price will call upon the power of the Caribou and show those Blackhawks who's the Chief. Make the Ulkatcho proud!