Now, at 6-4, and trending toward the toilet? Now we're wondering just what in the world will we wallow in when the whispers won't stop.

That really made no sense but alliteration is my thing some times and the w's just kept coming.

Truly. We have no idea what to expect from night to night. I still believe that by Christmas, James Tiberius Howard will the Detroit Red Wings starting goal tender. I do believe Mrazek has spectacular moments, periods, even games. I do not believe he's proven to be consistent. Has Howard? He has. Last year? No. The year before? Not really. But he has. I don't really remember when exactly that was but I know it happened.

Do you see? Do you see where the mind wanders when the bad things happen?

This is the mind of a fan. It is scatter shot. It is a squirrel.

A six game winning streak does strong things for men who need a little pick me up.

An immediate two game loser sends that same man into an alcohol-addled funk that few things other than a return to winning ways can cure.

We need the cure.

Or we need to just watch the series and hope the Cubs win simply so any good Michigan kid can revel in the horrific bile spewing from Ohio. God I hope they sleep in vomit tonight after a gut-wrenching loss.

I told you. Bipolar. Scattered. A damn squirrel.

It's a live blog, bitches. LGRW.