Wooooooohooooooo!
Thank you, Pittsburgh Penguins for winning the big cup and for making me look smart.
Tonight, at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, the underdog Pittsburgh Penguins will face off against the favored Detroit Red Wings for the biggest prize in professional hockey, the Stanley Cup.
Game Sevens are special moments in all sports that employ seven-game playoffs to determine champions. Game Seven is the ultimate do-or-die game, with desperation on both sides. Lose it and you go home. There is no tomorrow. Don’t leave anything in the locker room. Make no mistakes. All those sports cliches apply.
There have been fifteen Stanley Cup final series’ that went seven games, with the visiting team winning Game Seven only twice. The Penguins are the visiting team in this Game Seven and they can cement a place in the annals of NHL history if they pull this off tonight.
However, in the previous six games, the home team has always won. The last game played in Detroit was a 5-0 embarrassment for the Pens.
Pens forward Petr Sykora injured his foot in his first playing time in a month during Game Six in Pittsburgh. He probably will not play, most likely replaced by Miroslav Satan.
Marian Hossa, who jumped off the Penguins’ ship after last year’s loss in the Stanley Cup Finals in order to give himself a better chance of winning the Cup, has underperformed in this Finals series. It would be good to see that underperformance continue. Meanwhile, the Pens’ captain and star, Sidney Crosby, has been similarly absent for the Finals. He needs to step up and surmount the frustrating Red Wings defense in this do-or-die game. My challenge to Sid: Play the best game of your life and then flip a bird at Hossa while skating around the rink with the precious cup!
That leads us up to the official Turkey Poop Prediction for Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals Series between the Pittsburgh Penguins and the Detroit Red Wings. But first, let me say that this game is this Turkey’s last real sports excitement until the football season cranks up in the fall. The NBA Finals don’t thrill me much (sorry, Magic) and baseball hasn’t held my interest since 1994. So, I’m ready for the most excitement since Super Bowl XLIII. Back to the business at hand: Vegas has installed the Wings as odds-on, 1-2 favorite, with an over/under of 5.5. Bah! Humbug! 2-1 is a nice payout. I’m going with the Pens, who will win 4-2 and fill that 35-pound cup with IC Lite before flying it to its rightful home in the Mellon Arena. GO PENS!!
In a comment to another Turkey post, the Egg Man alerted me to the notion that we soon will be able to pray to John Madden when our favorite team is in trouble, because the Roman Catholic Church has taken the first step toward elevating the venerable (and now retired) football coach and announcer to sainthood. This being April, I was cynical about the whole thing, but upon checking the article’s dateline, I found that it was not April 1. This, then, is for real. Read about it here.
Sir Mouse is on vacation with the gators and the crocs so The Redhead is on her own. And yes, I’m a day late posting since I was at my rowing/crew class last night (managed to stay afloat, somehow) and didn’t make it back to watch the Big Show in real time.
I knew I had missed something grand when I checked Facebook around midnight and saw some of my friends going ga-ga (not as in the Lady G., thankfully) over Adam’s performance. Suffice it to say, I’ve been catching up on You Tube today so I could see what all the fuss was about.
As always, when one hears a lot of hype about how great something or someone is, disappointment can follow, so I’m not surprised that I didn’t have a Big O when I watched a replay of Adam singing the 1982 Tears for Fears song, Mad World. But I can’t deny that I momentarily got the chills as I took in his impressive and understated performance.
Sitting on a stool as he sang, Adam’s taut delivery of Mad World was both haunting and heartbreaking. The guy is a true showman and his performance was a piece of theatre. The crowd was nearly apoplectic after the concluding high note, and the proceedings were now in overtime. Simon informed Adam that he would be speaking for all of the judges since they needed to wrap things up. Then Simon rose from his seat and gave Adam another kind of Big O–a standing ovation. Wow.
Has Simon ever done that before? Not that I can recall. Let’s just hand Adam the key to Hollywood now. The competition, at this point, is basically to determine the first runner-up, and most of us are just tuning in to see what Adam will do next because in contrast to him, the other contenders pretty much suck.
I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got time for, kids. From the reviews I’ve read of the rest of the show, Lil and Scott may be in the Bottom Three tonight. We shall see. For now, I bid you adieu and send good thoughts to Sir Mouse as he flirts with the reptiles and other slithery creatures down in the swamps of south Florida.