I’m still ass-dragging after that staggeringly heartbreaking loss by the Dallas Stars last night. Was it really after two in the aye-emm when the Canucks snuck one past Turco? Jeez, but that’s late for an old guy. To remedy my discomfort, Razor wants to bring the Shooutout to the playoffs. Why might that be?

I’m a traditionalist to the core but consider this — three TV outlets and three radio rights holders were broadcasting almost revenue free from the end of regulation on last night because of the rule that time allotted for commercial breaks ends in regulation. Add to that the actual TV window that execs would like even the longest of games to fit in and you have a bit of a broadcast fat sow.

Piss on them. Seriously. I’m a free-booting lazy-fair capitalist with the best of them, but part of the deal with broadcasting a sport (i.e., selling adverts around the sports part) is that you BROADCAST THE DAMN SPORT. I’m disgusted with sports that change their rules so that teevee might have an easier time of it. I understand why they do it, but it still disgusts me. Here’s the way I see it, though — we had sports long before we had teevee, and we’ll have sports long after teevee is something you tell your grandkids about. The rules should be designed to make the sport as cut-throat competitive as possible…that’s why we watch sports (and it’s why we hate the NFL’s overtime.)

Or we can just say to hell with all sports, give everybody a Stanley Cup of their own, and call it a day after a season where everyone ends up with 82 ties. That way, everyone can get back to their X-Box, and Razor’s parent company can get back to broadcasting commercial-filled Bloviating Bullshitter talk-radio, rather than musty old hockey.

OK, you kids get off my rink…lawn.

That’s nice…I actually won a tournament. Shocking to me, and probably only I know how much freaking luck was involved. Unless you’ve played a tournament, then you probably have an inkling, too. I love that my little poker buddies put these things on, or I’d never play another tournament again. I mean, I like playing them, but my tight-weak play doesn’t translate real well. I really want to be a better tournament player, but I’m not so sure I got what it takes. I should play more, but online tournaments? They kind of suck.

FWIW, I’ve now got a five hour window to finish up this hockey game*, and get in some sleeping…damn morning meetings. Aaaaaaand here we go — Overtime #2.

Can I say that I’m not happy with the Versus guys? Outside of missing friends and family, I want my Ralph and Razor. Having Ken Hitchcock on is good, but thin. So to speak.

OK—3 overtimes. Jeez Louise.

4 overtimes. This is amazing.

GDMFSOB

* An admission — I went out and bought a 37″ flat-panel for this Stanley Cup run. I bought it at Sam’s, though. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll get you one, too.