With the Flames laying another big, steaming turd on Friday night, I've decided to adopt the newest, catchiest, zen mantra I could find in order to cope - Snakes on a plane.
For an explanation, go here.
To briefly summarize, the link above leads to the blog of some anonymous screenwriter in California. In it, he discusses his almost unhealthy obsession with the upcoming feature film (absurdly titled) Snakes on a Plane.
"What's it about?" you ask? Snakes on a plane, man. Snakes on a plane.
So, think of it this way: pink is the new black just as "snakes on a plane" is the new "c'est la vie". It is the modern sigh and shrug, the Bertuzzi-esque "It is what it is".
Such is the manner in which I plan to approach the Flames current struggles. One win in the last five games. Four goals scored in 3 straight losses. One even-strength goal in the last 2. A total, team-wide malaise in the offensive zone. Relinquishing the NW Division lead to our biggest rival - not with a bang, but a whimper.
SIGH
Nope, not a lot of good news lately. Iginla's scored in 2 straight games, which is nice. Defense hasn't been overly shabby, 2 goals leads notewithstanding. We haven't fallen out of contention and the playoffs are still a reality...
...so with that I expect Calgary to limp to the Olympic break. The Flames are tired and have forgotten how to score. They're mediocre on the road and can't seem to beat sub-sub-0.500 opponents. There's probably nothing this team needs more than a big break to forget it's current struggles and offensive insecurities and rediscover a passion to win for the big push before the playoffs. Until then, I'd be surprised if we pull off even a single victory from the 3 games remaining before the Olympics...
Oh well...Snakes on a plane, man. Snakes on a plane.
