After a long summer apart, the two Hens in the Hockey House are back together to discuss all matters Winnipeg Jets and their fresh National Hockey League crusade, which commences this very night at Madison Square Garden in Gotham v. old friend Jacob Trouba and the New York Rangers. Take it away, ladies…
Question Lady: “Well, girlfriend, time to write your How I Spent My Summer Vacation essay. What have you been up to?”
Answer Lady: “What is this? Grade 5? You become a school marm when I wasn’t looking?”
Question Lady: “Of course not. It’s just that we haven’t talked to each other since the Jets took a powder last April. Sooooo…I’m curious what you’ve been up to. Care to talk the talk?”
Answer Lady: “Do people still talk to each other? What an antiquated concept. I thought they just tweeted, sent text messages or posted on Instagram.”
Question Lady: “I think it’s kind of like a newspaper. Nobody under the age of 50 actually picks up a newspaper, and no one under the age of 50 actually has conversations. It’s the All Thumbs Generation. Whenever they have something to say, they pull a smart phone out of their pocket or purse and let their thumbs do the talking. Anyway, what’s been shaking besides the leaves on the trees and the Jets defence, girlfriend?”
Answer Lady: “I spent a lot of quality time at The Forks, just sipping cocktails, schmoozing and watching the world go by.”
Question Lady: “Did you see Dustin Byfuglien there?”
Answer Lady: “No. Apparently, Big Buff was doing his navel gazing at other pubs. Still is.”
Question Lady: “Think he’ll be back on the Jets blueline, or is he going to retire?”
Answer Lady: “Hard to say. Chevy tells us it’s status quo, but if I were a betting girl I’d say Big Buff is done. Even if he were to come back, I can’t imagine his heart would be in it. We’d be getting Buff Lite. That would be a great name for a beer, but it would probably be as watered down as the Jets blueline.”
Question Lady: “You don’t think another $8 million in the bank account won’t whet Buff’s appetite for more?”
Answer Lady: “The guy’s made north of $50 million in his career, girlfriend. I’m sure he’s got enough bait and tackle to last a lifetime of fishing ponds, frozen or otherwise. So, unless he has as many holes in his pockets as there is on the Jets defence, he needs another paycheque like Don Cherry needs another bad suit.”
Question Lady: “You’ve mentioned the Jets blueline brigade twice already. You don’t like it?”
Answer Lady: “Does Donald Trump like Democrats?”
Question Lady: “Well, it’s true that they’ve had more defections than a Cuban baseball team. Jacob Trouba, Tyler Myers, Ben Chiarot, Buff…all gone. But isn’t there some hope for the newbies GM Kevin Cheveldayoff brought in to replace them?”
Answer Lady: “Hope sometimes goes missing, but it is never lost.”
Question Lady: “Wow. That’s heavy, girlfriend. They have a zen garden at The Forks?”
Answer Lady: “Not sure, grasshopper, but after coach Paul Maurice went all Zen Master PoMo on us during training camp, I visited the Bodhisattva Guanyin and she spoke of the many pundits who look at the Jets defence and see darkness and no light.”
Question Lady: “And what did the lama lady have to say?”
Answer Lady: “She said, ‘Even the optimist accepts that the glass must become half empty when her lips are parched; even the pessimist accepts the glass as half full when her lips are parched.’”
Question Lady: “What in the name of Siddhartha Gautama does that mean?”
Answer Lady: “Either way you look at it, the Jets defence is half of what it once was, but perhaps not half as bad.”
Question Lady: “This new kid, Ville Heinola, isn’t he something special based on his play in the exhibition games?”
Answer Lady: “Do you measure the climber by his first two steps at the bottom of the mountain, or his last two steps at the summit?”
Question Lady: “Am I supposed to answer that?”
Answer Lady: “No. I am the Answer Lady.”
Question Lady: “Good. I thought for a minute we were doing some kind of role reversal thing and, lord knows, I don’t have the answers. I just make it up as I go along, kind of like some of the reporters in River City. Speaking of which, what do you make of those ruffled feathers we kept hearing about all summer and during training camp? Any substance to all that blah, blah, blah and yadda, yadda, yadda? Were the Jets a house divided?”
Answer Lady: “Show me the smoking gun.”
Question Lady: “I heard some wild and wacky rumors about what went on last spring. Really crazy stuff about fights in the parking lot and girlfriends. None of that true?”
Answer Lady: “Look, I heard and read so much rumor during the summer that I thought Hearsay was some guy they got in the Trouba trade. Again, show me the smoking gun. If you can’t, you can probably get a job at the Free Press.”
Question Lady: “Well, Patrik Laine said some things that weren’t so flattering. He didn’t name names, but it sure sounded like he was taking pot shots at Maurice, Bryan Little and other teammates. They all shrugged it off as a meh issue, but why did Coach PoMo go all the way to Finland to chat with Laine if it was no big deal?”
Answer Lady: “Oh, good grief. The way the boys and girls on the beat have been telling it, you’d think it was Moses coming down from the mountain with a pair of stone tablets clutched in his arms. According to Chevy, Laine was just one of numerous players the coach made a social visit to. Call it Le Tour de Ruffled Feathers. OR NOT! C’mon, girlfriend, show me a player who doesn’t lust for more ice time and I’ll show you a player who doesn’t give a damn. Show me a team that doesn’t bicker and have closed-door meetings and I’ll show you a team that doesn’t give a damn. Show me someone who’s never bitched about their boss and I’ll show you someone whose pants are on fire. It’s no biggie.”
Question Lady: “Do you think Coach PoMo is sitting on a hot seat?”
Answer Lady: “Ya, it’s hot like Portage and Main in January. Mark Chipman and Chevy will part ways with Maurice when the Dalai Lama punches out the Pope.”
Question Lady: “Saaaaay. That would be an interesting fight. One guy would be hitting with Buddhist beads and the other guy would be hitting with a Rosary. Who do you think would win?”
Answer Lady: “I’d bet on Dalai, but those Catholic guys fight dirty and Pope Francis would likely crack the Lama lad on the noggin with a crucifix. Or poke him in the eye with his pointy hat. But let’s get serious, there’s no fighting in the NHL anymore and those guys are too old to be scrapping.”
Question Lady: “On the subject of age, does Blake Wheeler have another 91-point season in him at 33?”
Answer Lady: “I don’t see it happening. We all slow down, so Wheeler’s wheels won’t be churning any faster. I think we’ll see a dip in production from both him and Mark Scheifele.”
Question Lady: “What about Laine?”
Answer Lady: “Forty goals exactly.”
Question Lady: “Connor and Ehlers?”
Answer Lady: “Thirty-one and 29.”
Question Lady: “Is this a playoff team?”
Answer Lady: “On the bubble. It’ll take 40 regulation/overtime wins to get the job done, and I’m not convinced the Jets have that in them. But the Colorado Avalanche got in last spring with just 36, so there’s that. We’re probably looking at a wild card spot, because I really don’t see Chicago, Arizona or Minny squeezing them out.”
Question Lady: “Do you see Chevy making a deadline deal for either a playoff push or to get into the Stanley Cup tournament?”
Answer Lady: “If he does, it bloody well better not be for a first-round pick.”
Question Lady: “What are the odds of a Stanley Cup parade in River City next June?”
Answer Lady: “About the same as Justin Trudeau showing up at his next campaign stop in black face.”
Question Lady: “I guess that covers it, girlfriend. What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Answer Lady: “I’m off to The Forks. Maybe I’ll look for a zen garden and do some raking.”
Question Lady: “Sounds peaceful. If you see Buff, say hi.”
Answer Lady: “Will do. Good talk. Enjoy the season. Ommmmm.”
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