I'll be honest, I am dragging today, so this won't be a particularly special blog.
4 a.m. wakeup call after getting back from last night's game at 12:30 a.m., and then just as I'm walking out of my hotel room at around 4:30 a.m., the airline calls to tell me my 6 a.m. flight is now leaving Washington at ....... 1 p.m!!!
Uh, no chance. A couple phone conversations later, and I was rerouted to Raleigh through Detroit.
So I'm tired, cranky, still have my Sunday Insider to write, my back hurts, my head hurts, Falness is still annoying, it's cold out, the gas in my rental car wasn't all the way full, my buddy who lives in Raleigh had the audacity to go on his honeymoon, they're playing Matchbox 20 on Pandora right now, the Panthers continue to be an absolute trainwreck and the hotel Internet is slow.
But other than that, everything's just great!!!
(Note: For those of you who are probably steaming right now thinking that Russo doesn't know how good he has it and 'I wish I could cover hockey and get paid for it, so stop your whining,' I am tired, but the rest of the above stuff, I swear to you, I am kidding around. Well, I am cranky. And Falness is ...).
On the Wild front, not much going on.
--First, the good news. Zach Parise looks good to go for Saturday's game against the Staaaaaaal Brothers and the Carolina Hurricanes at PNC Arena (it will always be RBC Center in my heart). Parise was working on his sticks this morning and he says he's OK. Big sigh of relief throughout the organEYEzation and the state of MinnesOHta. When he took that shot off the wrist last night, you can bet Mike Yeo's heart began to triple time.