Twelve Down Four To Go

Ottawa - check
New York - check
Philadelphia - check and double-check.
Detroit - Here we come.

I'm already weary of the time between series. I want to see hockey and I will tomorrow night. I'm tired of listening to the broadcasters talk about the precision, the puck-possession, and the shut-down defense of Detroit. Detroit's about to get a taste of what depth looks like on offense. Of the forwards only Tyler Kennedy hasn't scored at least one goal for the Pens and it isn't for lack of trying. The Pens aren't going to have the easiest time in the series, but I say they close it out in 6 on home ice in front of 17,132 screaming fans.

When The Puck Drops, The Cradle (Of Liberty, That Is) Will Fall

Bye Bye New York. Tee times vary by clubhouse. Please call ahead. Don't worry about getting enough guys together for doubles, the Flyers will soon be joining you.

That's right, in 6 short games or less (hopefully less) the Flyers will be giving statements to the press wondering what happened to their season.

I'm also predicting that Dallas will push their series to 7 and come out over Detroit.

The four remaining teams are halfway to the ultimate goal, but only two will survive to keep going.

One of the local sports talkshows has a host (and I'd love to have this soundbyte) and he opens a lot of segements and goes to commercial break with "The only thing better than advancing to the Stanley Cup Finals is stepping over the dead carcass of Philadelphia on the way there."

And, of course, there are other things going on besides hockey, but I just haven't had the energy to log on recently in trying to get the house ready for baby and get Gage's birthday invitations out and getting stuff ready for Adam's wedding and etc. etc. etc. Everyone seems to be well so that's an update at least.