well, it's the morning after and i have to say i'm feelin' good. i'm countin' down the days till calgary cans playfair and starts a-fresh. i could begin speculation about who should/could be hired as new coach, but it would only make every day that much more painful, knowing jimmy canaryshirt hasn't boxed up his belongings. soon enough, my friends...
[there is also some merit in speculating that sutter should get the axe, too. watching the situation progress in jersey makes the calgary deal that much more frustrating. realistically, however, i wouldn't want darryl to GM for an opposing club... (though, cliff fletcher appears to be out of a job....)]
in the past 18 hours, i've received the following:
12:41am EST: "are you ok ?" (strombo)
9:38 am EST: "Sorry for your loss. I watched it up until the end of the first OT. I could hear Harvey banging his heart out up in the stands..." (jason)
9:39am EST "sorry about your team. now hockey is over, maybe you'll let me take you out for dinner" (dan)
11:19am EST: "sorry about your flamers. they should can playfair." (tanzy)
4:41pm EST: "Sorry your Flames lost. If it's any consolation, Detroit's pretty f*&% good." (glenn)
but the best flames-related greeting i got came last wednesday morning. i was lazing around, trying to turn my clock back around following the nightshooting, and my phone rang. area code: 615. 615 ??? where the hell is 615 ???. it didn't take long to figure out, once the woman started talking, that she was fram tha saath. nashville, to be precise... it was a woman i worked with a year ago ---when the flames were playing the ducks--- and she dug up my number to congratulate me on the flames' game 3 victory.... she's a huge predators fan, so now that we're back in touch, i'm seriously thinkin about a trip down next year. i've always wanted to go to nashville... (specially if forsberg re-signs)...
thanks for thinkin' of me, guys...