Down, but not Out!

Yes, the Oilers made their comeback in friendly territory tonight, winning over the San Jose Sharks in a stunning 3-2 Triple Overtime. Just a thought, but how many teams ever make triple overtime? I'm not a huge hockey fanatic, but it seems to me that the only team that consistently delivers such epic battles is the Edmonton Oilers. Just a thought.

Now, on to celebrate! No deathgrip on the Oilers yet, unlike the unfortunate Ottawa Senators. Losing any of their possible four games will spell doom for their Stanley cup dreams. In light of this, and because if Ottawa is eliminated, Edmonton will be the only Canadian team in the Battle of the Cup, even regular non-Edmonton fans should be very eager to cheer on the Oilers.

Go, Canada!


And to echo a friend of mine, to everyone who thought Edmonton couldn't do it, or didn't stand a chance in the Playoffs . . . "Screw you!!"

More Mind Drool (consider yourself warned)

Here's another attempt at poetry. Please keep in mind, poetry is generally not to be taken literally. In fact, with the exception of lyrics, poetry is almost always metaphorical . . . at least, from what I remember in English class, that was the case. In any event, this poem reads as follows :

Cut


So . . . quick, barely noticed.
Yet the line of pink becomes
Red, betraying the implied
Secrecy of the wound.
As the scarlet seeps forth,
The sting begins to drive home;
How I wish I could ignore all of this.

So . . . the issue of blood slows
And will stop in time.
The falibility of memory will
Aid the healing process.
Eventually, only an ugly dark red
Will hint at what used to threaten life.

So . . . the mark becomes only
A shadow of the pain endured.
Barely noticed among the other marks,
They blend into the tone of my skin.
The pain, once so raw, reduces
To an ever-present ache; life without
Becomes unthinkable, life with is only
Bearable.

So . . . continue the cycle, cut, bleed,
Heal over; All in vain, for it begins again.
Yet I endure, in spite of, or perhaps
Because of the pain.

So . . . remind me that I am, in fact alive.
Sear reality into my being.

Cut me again.