Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

I spent most of Saturday horizontal. Just didn't feel that great. Slept a lot and when I was awake, I wanted to be asleep. I told myself I was just storing energy for that night. See, Saturday night was Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals. I knew things weren't going to go well even before it was announced who the refs were. Game was on NBC. Their commentators are crap and the sound isn't as groovy as on OLN.

The lousy, biased, referee Mcough (pronounced Magoo) was there. He's the jerk who was calling everything in favor of the devils. He hasn't changed his tune. All but one of his calls last night was for the Oilers. How he missed Aaron Ward getting crosschecked in front of our goal when he (blind ref) was standing right there, watching the whole thing, is beyond me. Thankfully Aaron was okay after he rested a bit. He was in obvious pain. Hell he was basically on his knees from the time he was clobbered until the next whistle blew. The whole time Magoo was right there, watching.

The Canes lost 1-2 but thankfully still lead the series 2-1. Next game is Monday night, again on the crap station and in Edmonton.

Also, my darling fishie, Sir Alfred Gluttony, died early during the second period. He wasn't quite a year old.