My heart bleeded, girl

I've been watching highlights of the Pens game yesterday. At first I was like, guys, it's okay to lose, but maybe could you do it with a modicum of class?

Now? Now I am just entertained.



"I don't like them. I don't like any guy on their team."

"There's no reason to explain, I don't have to sit here and explain why I pushed a glove away."

"We don't like each other. Was I supposed to sit there and pick up his glove for him? What was I supposed to do?"

"Skate away? Okay, well, I didn't that time, so..."

Sidney is not happy. In the interview his eyes are like lasers, his lips are curled in disdain, and his ears are bright red. I am more amused than I probably should be.

Dear Scott Hartnell - if you don't want people to pull your hair during a fight, cut it. Stop whining to the refs.

I'm amused at how stunned the commentators and pundits on the NHL Network are about the Pens/Flyers series, especially the game yesterday. It's so far from their expectations and experience that they don't seem to know what to say, except they keep talking.

All the other playoff games seem so *normal* by comparison. Thirty-three goals in three games? That's crazy. I'm not a fan of the actual violent hits, the clear attempts to injure, and did I mention maybe keeping your composure and losing with some class? Except losing isn't in any of their mindsets or their DNA, probably, so...

It will be odd to watch Dancing With the Stars tonight. Maybe Gladys Knight will try to beat the crap out of Melissa Gilbert? Crosscheck her into the judges? I could get behind that...