What we need is a miracle.

Okay, so it's not the best start. And yeah, I should have posted this last week (sorry, life gets in the way). Let's go to Opening Night.

Sorry to the people that sat around me and my dad...mostly me. I need to tone it down...And guy in front of me, there were actually 81 games left in the season, not 79 when you told me to take it down a notch. Just thought I would mention it. However, my voice is still shot from Friday, so when you see me at the SENS game tomorrow (Even though I shouldn't go because I have a Russian test on Thursday...), I will not be yelling that loudly. And THANK YOU to the guys sitting on my right, for helping find the nacho cheese covered cell phone. Go section 118!

That's that wrap up, let's talk about the game. How about them Crapitals?...Capitals. I was sad. I was so sad. Weren't we all. I believe the phrase "skates in the mud" applied to this game. And really...the refs? If anything, that completely hindered the performance. So many penalties on the Thrashers. I think we can all agree that there were not NEARLY enough on the Capitals. I'm not just saying that because I'm a Thrashers fan, I just...everyone caught several things that should have been called. Or things that should not have been called. Am I right? I think so.

I don't like the Kozlov-Holik-Hossa line. Since I was working during the Sparks game, I missed it, but my dad said something about that line not playing anymore. We'll see what happens.

So, the Sens game...well, I just read the AJC.com article concerning Marian Hossa's groin injury. Fantastic, isn't it? My dad is going to kill me for saying this, but this isn't the "Hossanators". I have faith. At least a little.

What we need now is a miracle from the hockey gods, right? It's not like we've lost 14 games in a row...or anything. Let's keep the hope alive. BELIEVE IN BLUELAND. (That Might have sounded really pessimistic...but I'm really not!)

BELIEVE IN BLUELAND

Looters Jr.