According to Vogel, we now have a flu bug flying around the Caps' locker room. Half a dozen Caps are now nursing assorted flu symptoms, prompting a handful of Hershey callups - Timo Helbling had already been recalled to replace Jeff Schultz, and he will be joined by Dave Steckel and Jamie Hunt. (So basically you can disregard the entire possible lineup listed below in today's preview...who the hell knows what is going to take the ice tonight.)
Okay, don't panic. Let's just take a deep breath and look at the situation calmly and rationally, shall we?
- The Caps have lost four of their last five, and have allowed at least 4 goals in each of the losses.
- 4 lineup regulars have already been sidelined with serious injuries and are not expected to return soon.
- One of our more consistent defenseman has been out for four games and will make his return tonight, but is recovering from mononucleosis and will probably not be in top condition right away.
- With the latest round of callups, the Caps blue line now combines for 546 games of NHL experience. Remove Pothier, Morrisonn and Eminger? We're talking double digits.
- Since Brent Johnson is among the ill, Olie will be playing in back to back games for the second time in 5 days.
Hmmm. But don't panic, right?
*Sigh*. Looks like I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Ruh-Roh...
Posted by CapsChick at 11:36 AM
Labels: Random Thoughts, Roster Moves
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Alright, now we know what we're up against. Every player on this team who had fish for dinner will become violently ill in the next half hour.
It starts with a slight fever and dryness of the throat.
If the virus penetrates the red blood cells, the victim becomes dizzy, and begins to experience an itchy rash.
From there the poison goes to work on the central nervous system, causing severe muscle spasms, followed by the inevitable drooling.
At this point, the entire digestive system collapses, accompanied by uncontrollable flatulence.
Until finally the poor bastard is reduced to a quivering, wasted piece of jelly.
Oh...its my stomach. I haven't felt this awful since we saw that Ronald Reagan film.
Brilliant. :)
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