Deus Ex Machina
The Hockey Gods are angry, and the Edmonton Oilers are in serious trouble. Here's how I know this:
A furious storm blew through Edmonton before tonight's game, a portent of the Gods' rage.
The Oilers coughed up a 3-0 lead with 30 minutes left in the game, returning to their regular season form of sitting back when playing with a lead.
The Oilers' number one goaltender, Dwayne Roloson, is gone for the remainder of the Stanley Cup Finals.
Hurricanes' goalie Cam Ward--from Sherwood Park-- was average in net, but made two ridiculous glove saves on Shawn Horcoff to clinch the victory.
Former Oilers stick boy and Ray Whitney scored two goals.
Jason Smith turned into Jaroslav Spacek, consistently turning over the puck. Then he turned into Steve Smith, causing the Oilers to lose Game One. Forget Ty Conklin. That goal was Gator's fault. It is his job to yell at the goalie, informing him of where he is.
The CBC ran a second-period interview with Craig MacTavish, Kevin Lowe, Charlie Huddy, and Craig Simpson, talking about the Oilers "glory years."
The CBC is also showing the clinching games from each of the Oilers five Stanley Cup victories, along with the documentary "The Boys on the Bus", over the next week.
Pubescent mongoloids have been marching up and down Whyte Avenue for weeks, "celebrating" absolutely nothing.
Karma is a bitch, and Edmonton has turned into a ghost town. I'm 300 kilometers away, but I just heard a chorus of inebriated cheers from Calgary. A pin dropping on Whyte Ave tonight will be heard by a comatose mute in Red Deer. Ultimately, the results of tonight's show sits with the players, but if the world is a stage, and life a powerful play, then I'm pretty certain a script-writer just threw a giant fucking monkey wrench into Act V of the Oilers' season.
***Update*** I let Jason Smith off the hook here.