Ducks vs. Bruins 3-0 – WOOHOO! & vs. Buffaslugs Tonite

It’s never fun hearing the home fans booing their own team or actively calling for the coach’s removal.  It’s even more disturbing seeing the home team wearing their road whites while the enemy sports their home Thirds.

Maybe the Bruins felt the animosity and anger in their own barn and collapsed under the collective psychic weight in their loss to the Ducks – a team they should have been able to outmaneuver if not outskate.

I can’t even begin to compete with this post, but as usual, I have my own twisted take on the shenanigans.

http://nhl-red-light.si.com/2010/12/21/whos-to-blame-for-the-bruins-slump/

Chippy took on Campbell early in the second, and one couldn’t help but think, aww, how cute, Kyle’s trying to be tough.  But the wacky penalty of the night was Selanne for boarding.  Uhm, this is a guy just getting off a rather painful injury and he’s being called for boarding?  WTF, man?  Teemu’s never been known for his ability to pulverize anyone.

Our win had a lot to do with our not committing a pile of unnecessary penalties, a discombobulated Bruins team and our defense doing their job and helping Hiller.

Speaking of Hiller, someone needs to make a highlight reel of just his glove saves.  If anyone turned “right handed robbery” into a drinking game last night, they’d be dead, or having their stomach pumped.

And now, in the spirit of the Holidays, more mangled melodies!

(With Apologies To “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”)

Buffaslugs, are ya listnen?

In your beards, ice is glistnen

A beautiful sight,

We’re happy tonight.

Scoring in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,

Here to slay is a new bird

we sing a death knell,

So sorry you fell

While we’re scoring in a winter wonderland.

On the ice we’ll skate rings ‘round Luke Adam

Then piff and point and laugh at Niedermayer

He’ll try to score but of course

We’ll say: No man,

But you can clean our ice

When you’re in town.

Later on, we’ll conspire,

As your game becomes dire

We face unafraid,

The plans that we’ve made,

Scoring in a winter wonderland.

In your goal we can build a snowman,

And pretend that he’s a circus clown

We’ll have lots of shots on mister snowman,

Until George Parros comes and knocks him down.

When we’re here, ain’t it thrilling,

Though your souls gets a chilling

We’ll frolic and play, the Anaheim way,

Scoring in a winter wonderland.