As some of you have no doubt noticed from my commentbox, I've been fussing with sacamano and mudcrutch79--even though I really don't feel like it.
And I got a teensy bit rankled at various comments in blogland about this Open Letter to Edmonton, even though I really have no reason to get rankled.
Why? I don't know. Fightin's just what I do...
...but that's changing.
I've said all I'm going to say about the real-or-imagined-take-your-pick culture war between Oilers Nation and the Caniac Nation (est. 1997). I've spoken my piece, and I'm just going to drop it as of the moment I hit the "publish post" button, because there's really just no damn point.
And really, my fussing with the Oilers fans is half-hearted at best, because I don't feel any kind of hate for them or their team. Oh, I'm sure that the fans
(Perhaps this would be different if I were a Canucks fan--but what do I know, I'm not an angry Ruthenian accountant from Burnaby).
At any rate--Oilers fans, you're welcome to visit and talk hockey, and hopefully you find at least some of my posts entertaining (if a little
Good night, and good luck.
(written while listening to "Leid und Elend" by KMFDM)