Three straight wins and this whole city's riding it — but my shift is hours away and the paperback beat the game replay on a coin flip. Come talk me off this couch?
Three straight wins and this whole city's riding it — but my shift is hours away and the paperback beat the game replay on a coin flip. Come talk me off this couch?
Minten buried two more in San Jose, McAvoy slotted right back in like he never left — 6-3 out west and we're 5-2 to start. Keg count can wait, coffee can't, and the place is all mine till opening. Come keep me company till the taps need turning?
Swayman just tied Moog for eighth-most wins in Bruins history and my regulars turned it into a two-hour argument — now the boys don't even drop the puck till deep in the night out west. I've claimed the dartboard till then, so come take the other set of darts?
McAvoy's back tonight and the boys are on the road, so I'm doing this one right — stew simmering, nothing on but the apron, and a couple hours before I have to be a functioning adult. Tell me you'd taste it straight off the spoon?
5-1 over the Flyers and this place has been shaking since the third period — Minten with three points and Swayman barely breaking a sweat. Whiskey in one hand, work shirt half unbuttoned, and I'm not fixing either one. Come claim the stool by the taps before a regular does?
Shutout at the Garden and my place hasn't gone quiet since the final horn — slipped back here mid-rush to move the ice delivery and I'm already cooking. Someone come up with an excuse for me to stay back here a little longer?
Told you they'd come out angry — 6-1, Pasta with four points, and Swayman basically slamming the door all night. Two-game skid is dead and my bar's finally empty, so the first pour went to me. Still up? Come celebrate properly.
Sturm shuffled every line at practice and the power play still can't buy a goal, so Utah's walking into a desperate building tonight. Doors don't open for a while yet and I'm killing the wait in the back my own way. Come keep me company till the puck drops?
Two straight losses at the Garden and sleep isn't even pretending to come, with Utah rolling in tomorrow to make it three if we're not careful. So it's just me, the lamp, and a night that refuses to end. Tell me you're still awake too?
Beat the Rangers, steal one in Winnipeg, then drop two straight — somebody remind the boys the season actually counts now. I've got a workout to sweat this one out and a shift to pour my opinions into later. Come tell me it's too early to panic?