(Things Could Be Worse.  We Could Be Phil Kessel)

 

Forgive me father for I have sinned.   It has been 132 minutes and 58 seconds since my last goal.  The Bs laid another egg last night, this time in the vast urban wasteland that is Detroit. They’re also probably searching for some antivenom due to their numerous snakebites. Right about now, the Bs would probably taking scoring advice from these two. It’s that bad. (PSA to shithead fans: If Kessel signed with Boston, they’d still have this problem—signing contracts doesn’t heal injuries).

This team has goal scorers—they’re just not scoring right now. It might just take a seven goal explosion to get the ball rolling. If not, perhaps Harvard Pete has to reach into his bag of tricks yet again.

The race for the playoffs (yes, that’s what they’re in already) continues tomorrow in the Cookie Cutter-by-the-Charles when the Habs visit for the teams’ first clash this season. If they don’t snap out of this malaise soon, the Winter Classic could end up being their highlight of the year.