To borrow from Jack Johnson, that would be me: sitting in my house, waiting for an electrician to show up, and wishing that he doesn’t charge me so much that a second job delivering pizzas will be in order.
(Don’t laugh. I went back to the old shop where I used to work in college and the owner, in a fit of frustration with his current staff, offered me my old job back. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.)
But this is all a longwinded way to reference your Rangers, who are sitting in last place in the Atlantic Division, waiting for their supposedly high-powered offense to show up, and wishing that this season doesn’t descend into a disaster reminiscent of the not-so-distant past.
I am the trusting sort, but I honestly don’t see that happening. Of course, let’s not sugarcoat it: the first 10 games of this season have been an utter disappointment, and surely if this team is in a similar state after 20 games, we can no longer use such euphemisms as “slow start”. But there are still too many fundamental things to like about this team—starting with their goalie and continuing with a group of forward who simply cannot be as anemic as they’ve been for too much longer.
Of course, I never would have thought they would have started this badly, either. So in other words, waiting and wishing can only go so far.
More from the skate…