A couple of our teams did just peachy in the first round of the Playoffs ( Pens swept Sens, Rangers spanked The Devils.) But, we kinda ran into a bit of a snag there when Rev. Timmy tried to use the Atomic Voodoo Hockey Deathray to make S'mores and got it all gooey.
That made it much harder for the Wings to top the Predators ( 4 - 2 ) and the Habs had a dickens of a time with their frequent playoff nemesis, the Boston Bruins. But our interns down at the Hockey Night in Chinatown Corporate Bunker all pulled together, fired up the pressure-washer and got the good old Deathray spic and span in time to aid the Canadiens in Keeeeeerushing the Bruins, 5 goals to 0 (that's zero, none, nil, zilch, nada, nufin', rien!) The other prong of our, uh, two pronged, talismanic, imaginary, superstitious support for Montréal was contributed by Dave, who whipped up the luckiest .jpg (also, least offensive) we've ever had the good fortune to have taped up all over the Hockey Night in Chinatown Corporate Bunker Master Control Room (Note to self: remind Charlene to order more copier paper.)
After the Habs won Rev. Timmy (rather predictably, if you ask me) danced around the Bunker wearing all 14 of his Montréal Shirts at once screaming in French (pointless language class stuff like "Where is the library?" and "My father is an accountant from Algeirs.")
While he was busy doing that, we recalled we hadn't seen our good buddy and bar mistress Miss Keeeely in a couple weeks, so we aimed the Atomic Voodoo Hockey Deathray at the Flyers vs. Capitals game to make the Caps come back and force a Game 7 on Tuesday night.
So grab your graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars and hike on down to...
Hockey Night in Chinatown
105 Eldridge St.
(btw: Broome Street and Grand Street)
Tuesday - 22 April '08
from 7:00pm till everyone is brown on the outside and a little gooey (ok, gooier.)
The Philadelphia Flyers at the Washington Capitals, Game 7
As a special consumer protection service we here at Hockey Night in Chinatown must warn you against knocking yourself out to see The Forbidden Kingdom.
Though it was not without it's charms (Monkey King, White Haired Witch, crazy archery stuff, reasonable fighting) it was a little heavy on the "dorky loser kid triumphs over evil by watching lots of kung fu movies and believing in himself" stuff.
Rev. Timmy loved it and spent all of Sunday night looking for a secret passage to another realm in the back of one of the equipment lockers.
The First Round's almost over.
Get ready for round Two!
Where the girlish shrieking is doubled!
Scotty, we love you.
Monday, April 21, 2008