Just got in the door and I see they're losing again

I still had a good night, I got my best ever Hanukkah gift, $1000 cash, it sure beats socks.

The new DJ is really killing it. Nobody would have thought to play Sweet Caroline with the team down by 3 late - to get the crowd back in it!

The new DJ is really killing it. Nobody would have thought to play Sweet Caroline with the team down by 3 late - to get the crowd back in it!
- 1970vintage

Jersey on the ice

Petey should be fvcking embarrassed about his play after his comment about wanting to play only on a winning team.

- VANTEL

They should all be embarrassed, but I don’t think that’s what he actually said.

Other than Demko, I thought Hughes had a decent game. Schenn wasn’t awful. Podkolzin was ok. That’s about it.

Hoglander on the rush

I counted a good 12 seconds before I saw another Canucks join him in the offensive zone

This team has just given up.

It’s like they debated at the bench on who has to be on the ice.

Podkolzin needs better line mates
- VANTEL

Podkolzin needs better TEAMmates

Canucks should be able to go 14-4-2 over the next 20 games.
Chicago W
Penguins OTL
Blue Jackets W
Bruins OTL
Canadiens W
Senators W
Penguins L

You’re 3-2-2 by my count.

Jersey on the ice
- carsonagenic

I laughed at Cheech's rant but it is a bit drastic to throw away 200 bucks . Give it to some person who can't afford one.

Funny thing is, Pod, ep, Garland was a good line 2 games in a row, and then stopped playing together. Hoglander, Bo, Boeser was also a good line for us previously. Green changing lines almost every game sure ruins chemistry.

This is one of the worst teams in recent history for me. Sure end of sedin era were bad teams, but you could see those teams still cared and showed some anger at losing sometimes. The level of care with this team is pathetic. An OEL stick swing is all the fight they have. Every team that beats them is laughing and jovial down the stretch even in their barn. They’re just such an easy out.

Bieksa kinda defended them and said they’re not that kind of team, but one way or another they should show some care if they want to stay together and get through it together. They’ve clearly given up on their coach, GM and to a lesser extent, each other.

So the team is bad again?

I laughed at Cheech's rant but it is a bit drastic to throw away 200 bucks . Give it to some person who can't afford one.
- VANTEL

Not to worry, it was an Eriksson jersey!

So the team is bad again?
- Reubenkincade

The refs were unfair and the media and fans are mean.

The refs were unfair and the media and fans are mean.
- 1970vintage

Fortunately I am back on nightshift and don't see the games, but not many positives,from all accounts.
Another lost season.
This team needs to assess the whole organization, from top to bottom.

The refs were unfair and the media and fans are mean.
- 1970vintage

I think your hate is misguided. Elias parents were there and the Pens didn’t let him have many scoring chances. What has this league become

I think your hate is misguided. Elias parents were there and the Pens didn’t let him have many scoring chances. What has this league become
- CanuckDon

The Penguins are mean, maybe they should give the Canucks a hug.

Shane Wright might be a real possibility

The Penguins are mean, maybe they should give the Canucks a hug.
- Reubenkincade

I’ve said it many times, canucks would dominate Sarcastaball

Shane Wright might be a rwal possibility


- Reubenkincade

RWAL 🎉🎉

RWAL 🎉🎉
- CanuckDon

Lol

Shane Wright might be a real possibility


- Reubenkincade

If JB doesn't trade it for some bottom 6 vet help

MOBY-Richard, or THE WHALE.
By Herman Melville

CHAPTER 20. All Astir.
A day or two passed, and there was great activity aboard the Pequod. Not only were the old sails being mended, but new sails were coming on board, and bolts of canvas, and coils of rigging; in short, everything betokened that the ship’s preparations were hurrying to a close. Captain Peleg seldom or never went ashore, but sat in his wigwam keeping a sharp look-out upon the hands: Bildad did all the purchasing and providing at the stores; and the men employed in the hold and on the rigging were working till long after night-fall.

On the day following Queequeg’s signing the articles, word was given at all the inns where the ship’s company were stopping, that their chests must be on board before night, for there was no telling how soon the vessel might be sailing. So Queequeg and I got down our traps, resolving, however, to sleep ashore till the last. But it seems they always give very long notice in these cases, and the ship did not sail for several days. But no wonder; there was a good deal to be done, and there is no telling how many things to be thought of, before the Pequod was fully equipped.

Every one knows what a multitude of things—beds, sauce-pans, knives and forks, shovels and tongs, napkins, nut-crackers, and what not, are indispensable to the business of housekeeping. Just so with whaling, which necessitates a three-years’ housekeeping upon the wide ocean, far from all grocers, costermongers, doctors, bakers, and bankers. And though this also holds true of merchant vessels, yet not by any means to the same extent as with whalemen. For besides the great length of the whaling voyage, the numerous articles peculiar to the prosecution of the fishery, and the impossibility of replacing them at the remote harbors usually frequented, it must be remembered, that of all ships, whaling vessels are the most exposed to accidents of all kinds, and especially to the destruction and loss of the very things upon which the success of the voyage most depends. Hence, the spare boats, spare spars, and spare lines and harpoons, and spare everythings, almost, but a spare Captain and duplicate ship.

At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.

Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad’s sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if she could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward’s pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate’s desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one’s rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.

But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.

During these days of preparation, Queequeg and I often visited the craft, and as often I asked about Captain Ahab, and how he was, and when he was going to come on board his ship. To these questions they would answer, that he was getting better and better, and was expected aboard every day; meantime, the two captains, Peleg and Bildad, could attend to everything necessary to fit the vessel for the voyage. If I had been downright honest with myself, I would have seen very plainly in my heart that I did but half fancy being committed this way to so long a voyage, without once laying my eyes on the man who was to be the absolute dictator of it, so soon as the ship sailed out upon the open sea. But when a man suspects any wrong, it sometimes happens that if he be already involved in the matter, he insensibly strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this way it was with me. I said nothing, and tried to think nothing.

At last it was given out that some time next day the ship would certainly sail. So next morning, Queequeg and I took a very early start.

MOBY-Richard, or THE WHALE.
By Herman Melville

CHAPTER 20. All Astir.
A day or two passed, and there was great activity aboard the Pequod. Not only were the old sails being mended, but new sails were coming on board, and bolts of canvas, and coils of rigging; in short, everything betokened that the ship’s preparations were hurrying to a close. Captain Peleg seldom or never went ashore, but sat in his wigwam keeping a sharp look-out upon the hands: Bildad did all the purchasing and providing at the stores; and the men employed in the hold and on the rigging were working till long after night-fall.

On the day following Queequeg’s signing the articles, word was given at all the inns where the ship’s company were stopping, that their chests must be on board before night, for there was no telling how soon the vessel might be sailing. So Queequeg and I got down our traps, resolving, however, to sleep ashore till the last. But it seems they always give very long notice in these cases, and the ship did not sail for several days. But no wonder; there was a good deal to be done, and there is no telling how many things to be thought of, before the Pequod was fully equipped.

Every one knows what a multitude of things—beds, sauce-pans, knives and forks, shovels and tongs, napkins, nut-crackers, and what not, are indispensable to the business of housekeeping. Just so with whaling, which necessitates a three-years’ housekeeping upon the wide ocean, far from all grocers, costermongers, doctors, bakers, and bankers. And though this also holds true of merchant vessels, yet not by any means to the same extent as with whalemen. For besides the great length of the whaling voyage, the numerous articles peculiar to the prosecution of the fishery, and the impossibility of replacing them at the remote harbors usually frequented, it must be remembered, that of all ships, whaling vessels are the most exposed to accidents of all kinds, and especially to the destruction and loss of the very things upon which the success of the voyage most depends. Hence, the spare boats, spare spars, and spare lines and harpoons, and spare everythings, almost, but a spare Captain and duplicate ship.

At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.

Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad’s sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if she could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward’s pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate’s desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one’s rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.

But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.

During these days of preparation, Queequeg and I often visited the craft, and as often I asked about Captain Ahab, and how he was, and when he was going to come on board his ship. To these questions they would answer, that he was getting better and better, and was expected aboard every day; meantime, the two captains, Peleg and Bildad, could attend to everything necessary to fit the vessel for the voyage. If I had been downright honest with myself, I would have seen very plainly in my heart that I did but half fancy being committed this way to so long a voyage, without once laying my eyes on the man who was to be the absolute dictator of it, so soon as the ship sailed out upon the open sea. But when a man suspects any wrong, it sometimes happens that if he be already involved in the matter, he insensibly strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this way it was with me. I said nothing, and tried to think nothing.

At last it was given out that some time next day the ship would certainly sail. So next morning, Queequeg and I took a very early start.
- A_SteamingLombardi

Thanks for sharing.👍

Save us Mr Luigi

Tough loss, pathetic fans at the game showing their true colours