It's Only Wednesday?

Writing can be hard. Ideas that seem clear and precise in one's mind don't always come out so when the words hit the page. Normally, I try to profile the opponent during the week. Even if it turns out to be only a vague profile. I look for something that I find interesting or amusing in some way and try to magnify it in an entertaining way. Today as I tried to write something along those lines I found my efforts seriously lacking.

I've decided it's because I'm so highly anticipating this series that I've sort of got "ants in my pants" about it. Therefore nothing I have to say seems insightful or even entertaining in any manner. Nobody reading here needs me to tell them that DU is a quality opponent and that winning a best of three series is a tall order.

Invoking a comparison of DU and UAA with some sort of "Joe Blow State U" versus "Rich Kid Private School" with an expanded diatribe about the social evils that the privileged inflict upon the masses wouldn't interest anybody.

A point by point player comparison is more meaty stuff but do you know how long that takes? With the number of tangents I'd likely take such a thing would take me all day. And honestly, there isn't anything in any statistics or comparisons of these two teams that aren't overridden by the fact that it is a WCHA playoff series and in one of the tightest WCHA regular seasons anything can and will happen. Tech took UND to three games last year so one has to say it's possible for any WCHA team to advance this weekend.

What about just something funny? I'm a smartass right? The "ants in the pants" thing is blocking my smartassery. Seriously, I just want Friday evening to get here.

What about an impassioned plea/speech to the team to reach down and find the level of effort (that by now must be ingrained in muscle memory) needed to win a game. If I could write something better then I wouldn't have posted the battle speeches youtube a couple of weeks ago. Besides, the players know they have to do that already. And I'd likely get too dramatic with some reference to how the fabric of the universe will be shaken to it's knees with a Seawolf victory. It's not a time for hyperbole. Why not? The "ants in the pants" thing.

So this is what we get? Unless there's "news", um ... yeah. Except to say:

Go get 'em Seawolves.
Tear 'em all a new asshole.
Fold their tent.
Pull the rug out from under them.
Rip off their heads and shit down their necks.
Hit them hard enough that their third cousins get bruises.
Take no prisoners.
Offer no mercy.
Bang it home again and again and again.
Grab your best destiny.
Make them walk away from the rink shaking their heads.
And do it all TWICE!