Gasp

July 3, 2008   ·   Derek Felix   ·   Jump to comments

Okay. I’m going to make this short and sweet since the last couple of hours out here have been a living hell. Driving around Staten Island sometimes can be a nightmare. Well, that’s true cause now I’m going to be late for the SI Yankee game.

Making matters worse, I flipped on WFAN to hear that the Jaromir Jagr Era in Ranger blue was over. And for what?!?!?!?!?!?! The washed up Markus Naslund, who for whatever reason only known to Glen Sather gave him a two-year deal.

Sure. The money’s about right. Eight million over two years is fine. But wow. If you’re going to spend that on a guy who’s a shell of his former self, then why didn’t he just offer Sean Avery the four million salary he wanted and got from Dallas? Even if he offered less years, perhaps the instigator who got underneath Martin Brodeur’s skin like no one else might have decided to stay. Heck. He said during his conference call how much he loved Manhattan.

I’m just not getting Slats’ logic here saying goodbye to No.68 in disgraceful fashion no matter what he says about it being “respectful.” Bullshit  Baloney!!!!!! What? Did he smoke a few too many Cubans last night after stealing Nikolai Zherdev away yesterday? Perhaps too many bourbons. He had such a good Wednesday. Now this?

It makes no sense. And bringing in Dmitri Kalinin is blah. Just let our Sabres’ blogger tell you why.

I’m extremely disappointed now and am so rooting for a Jagr return to Pittsburgh so he can get back at Sather for how foolish he was. Yes. I’m officially declaring my love for the 36 year-old Czech who put the franchise back on the map and has a lot more left in the tank than Naslund.

Nothing against Markus. I like him as a player but he’s not the same player. I don’t care what John Dellapina said on the radio about Vancouver playing for 1-0 games and the Rangers wanting a more up-tempo style. Huh? Has he watched how Tom Renney coaches?

How does one spell 1-4? Like this:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—FOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

 

And with that, I’ve said my piece. I am off to catch the last seven innings of minor league ball by the Ferry Terminal. I’ll make the most out of it and try to forget hockey for a while.