Oh for god's sake. This is too much. Game after game, the hill gets steeper. I'm serious this time. There is no way we're winnigng this one. And there's no way I can even spell winning. The little streak was nice, but it ends tonite at the Joe.

Just as he was getting so very warm, like urine, Johan Franzen is hurt with a hip flexor. We have no idea when Darren Helm will be back, or our precious serial killer.

The bitter little baby brother Blues are angry. So very angry.

Nick Lidstrom will be there tonite, but he'll be in some slick-ass suit.

Us?