Wow, are the next few days going to royally stink if you're into sucking up every word, every video, every second of media coverage.
Fingers are going to be pointed in every direction. Someone will call for McPhee's head, someone (or more than one someone) will call for Boudreau's head. Sidney Crosby is a winner, Alex Ovechkin is not. You'll hear that a lot. What do Alexander Semin and the Invisible Man have in common? Everything. They're the same guy.
Once I finish posting this, I'm going to ignore it all. I can't deal with it. My stomach hurts badly enough as it is and, besides, I know the real problem here.
Me. I jump hard on the bandwagon and this happens. For whatever reason, my teams have that little storm cloud of Joe Blpstk hanging over them.
I apologize to all of you. I assure you it won't happen again. I'm going to make like Michael Phelps and swim as far and as fast away from it as I can. I have enough crap to keep me awake at night, give me ulcers, make me mumble. I don't need anything else.
As a nod to the Kentucky Derby (the greatest single event in sports), I'll quote an unknown trainer's response when he was asked if he bet: "Bet? No way. These sumbitches have me talking to myself enough as it is."
Exactly. I'm out. But before I go - do not change the GM, do not change the coach. They've put together a team that is light years ahead of where it was a few short years ago. Now it is on them to rearrange some of the pieces and fix this so you remaining Caps fans don't have to deal with this nonsense anymore. Losing to the eighth seed is not like a 16 over a 1 in the NCAA tournament. It happens - didn't it happen to San Jose just last year? But you go up 3-1 on the eighth seed? You win that. Easy. In five.
Not the Caps. What they did was drain the life right out of me.
But, hey, HOW 'BOUT THOSE NATS! My Son The Braves Fan tried to cheer me up this a.m. by saying, "At least you root for a good baseball team." Seems his squad is up to eight straight and counting on the loss side. Normally, I might take pleasure in that.
Not today. Instead, I wonder if I ought to get out of the Nats business before I ruin them, too.