The Abbreviated Saturday Post

Abbreviated coz we have better things to do today than blogging.  I know I may be stretching your credulity, Gentle Reader, but it's true.  So let's get on with it.

First of all, there's this Michael Ramirez toon that hit my in-box earlier this week.  Shame on me for not posting it sooner, but it's one of those things that ain't exactly time-sensitive.

Heh.  This lil pitchur neatly sums up everything I don't like about The One's first year or so in office.  YMMV, but I think not.

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We are Happy Hockey Campers on this fine Saturday morning.  The Beloved Wings played a patient game last evening, made very few (if any) mistakes and took advantage of mistakes made by those Feral Dogs in the process of thrashing them soundly in their very own "sea of white" den (albeit with significant splotches of Red Wings Red visible throughout the arena).  And Young Jimmy Howard... Calder Trophy finalist... was superb in net.  Here was the turning point in last night's game... two of the prettiest, most timely saves you'll ever see:

The score was tied early in the third when Hanzal the Feral Dog came out of the penalty box and took off on his breakaway.  Big Mo could have turned against the Wings had Hanzal scored here... but Jimmy slammed the door and the Wings went on to score two more goals plus an empty netter, winning 4 - 1.  The Wings can move on to the second round tomorrow afternoon with a win at The Joe.  As Pierre LeBrun sez... they smell blood.