Of all the things I don’t care about…

…I care about overtime playoff hockey between Detroit and Pittsburgh the most.

Six minutes into the third overtime and I’ve seen a great game. By all accounts, I missed a great game, too. I didn’t even turn this one on until I saw it was headed to OT. Because as awesome as watching teams claim the Stanley Cup is, I just can’t get up for it when it could be the Red Wings (or, in fairness this year, the Penguins).

But alas, here I am. I’ve already got one blog post in the books, but that was an official, perfectish grammar, the boss is watching post. Since they’re still going to play, I figured I have no choice but to write a rambling, …-filled, sometimes foul-mouthed, “hey, I just got another beer” type post. So…

…here goes.

(Read the aforelinked post for most of my thoughts on the awesomeness of playoff hockey, if you needed reasons.)

For all the griping “Lucky” Pierre Maguire has done with his fellow NBC cronies about the “fullback up the middle” goalie interference calls in the first OT, I don’t see how they can get all up in arms about two “obstruction/interference” calls they think were missed. Setting screens can slide in overtime, I’m not so sure trucking the goalie can.

Ball game. Peter Sykora, who I have referenced before in this blog, gets the game-winner as I was about to post about how if Pittsburgh doesn’t score on a four-minute powerplay they should just strap on the white gloves and start polishing the Cup for the Wings. And really, Pierre (et al), yeah, it’s nice that a guy tells his teammates he’s going to score and then comes through, but it’s hardly miraculous, amazing, unbelievable or whatever if he does it 45 minutes later.

More thoughts that I feel the need to share, while I’m here…

I thought that maybe I jinxed things, but since I don’t care about either team, the only thing I jinxed was OT until noon tomorrow.

The playoff beard is a long-awesome tradition. Sidney Crosby’s “Playoff teenage gay French porn stache” is not.

The news is about to go on live. Almost two hours late. This cracks me the hell up and has me pulling for SIX overtimes in Game 6 later this week. The karma of bitching about hockey has bitten numerous television news producers in the Eastern time zone in the ass.

On a non-hockey note, I’m extremely pissed at myself for – after a million and one viewings – it took me four days following the death of Harvey Korman to make a comment about how he was found dead next to an impression of Douglas Fairbanks’ feet.

Ah well.