I was watching one of my favourite TV shows today, The Twilight Zone.
Have you seen any of this classic series? Ventriloquist dummies coming to life, weird things at bus stations, freaky little aliens on airplane wings. George Stroumboulopoulos wearing shoes the length of a canoe.
Anyway, today’s episode was about a hockey team that one minute was one of the best in the world and a possible favourite to go all the way, and almost at the snap of a finger froze up like they were freaky aliens on an airplane wing over the North Atlantic.
Even the Toronto Bleeding Scabs thought they might be able to leap over them in the standings. It was that bad.
Sports writers were ruthless. Fans considered jumping off bridges. Little kids cried. Bloggers tried to think about what to write.
Why did Rod Serling screw with our minds like that?
Canadiens fall 3-1 to the Washington Capitals, their sixth straight loss, their tenth in eleven games, eleven in thirteen etc. No one’s scoring except Daniel Carr. The team has just six goals in these latest six losses. Marc Bergevin is making calls about Mike Bossy.
It’s enough to send me to the fridge where the brandy is, like a thirsty zombie in The Twilight Zone.
Next – Monday in Tampa Bay, where the boys can drop televisions and drive cars into the hotel pool if they so desire. They’re rich, pampered athletes. They can do whatever they want.
And frankly, dropping TVs and drowning cars to let off steam might be exactly what they need. Christmas at home didn’t help.