I feel like puking. At this point I'm almost hoping the Whalers pass us out, so we get a regime change, to get Tortorella and hopefully Sather the F out of town.
But, now that Donnie Walsh has big Dolan's seal of approval, the Blueshirts are little Jimmy's toy, and we will continue to employ a coach who doesn't utilize his tools and a GM who thinks he's a mensa member because he lucked into Gretzky and Messier 30 years ago.
I'm -1 on universal remotes tonight, actually waiting to root for the Preds tonight since they might actually play hockey.