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Hawks are up 3-0 with three minutes to go in the 2nd period.

The Calgary crowd is quiet, the Flames have had 31 shots on goal with nothing to show for it, and Khabibulin is living up to his nickname (The Bulin Wall).

Don't mind. I'm just sitting here with my head in my hands...

Update: HAWKS WIN!! 4-1. Their first winning playoff series since 1996, when some guy named Roenick still played for them.

Khabi had 43 saves.

What's funny is that there was a poll on the Hawks site at the start of the series, asking folks to pick the number of games they thought it would run. I voted that the Hawks would win in 6. And they did.

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Hawks are up 3-0 with three minutes to go in the 2nd period.

The Calgary crowd is quiet, the Flames have had 31 shots on goal with nothing to show for it, and Khabibulin is living up to his nickname (The Bulin Wall).

Don't mind. I'm just sitting here with my head in my hands...

Update: HAWKS WIN!! 4-1. Their first winning playoff series since 1996, when some guy named Roenick still played for them.

Khabi had 43 saves.

What's funny is that there was a poll on the Hawks site at the start of the series, asking folks to pick the number of games they thought it would run. I voted that the Hawks would win in 6. And they did.

btw

...it's raining again. Dodged it all day. But it came in the night, like a big, sodden thing. Hoping it will clear out in a few. Afraid to look in the basement.

I know I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with the precip, but this is the worst Spring for mud that I can recall. Sick of washing doggie towels every few days.

A few days ago, I planted dill and basil seeds in the deck planter. All was well until this morning, when I checked for sprouts and instead found marker sticks scattered and the dirt pitted with holes. Nutsy the Squirrel, I presume.

It's not a wrench. Nothing had sprouted, and I only lost a few days. I'll replant in a few days, but this time I will fashion a cap out of chicken wire and set it atop the planter.

btw

...it's raining again. Dodged it all day. But it came in the night, like a big, sodden thing. Hoping it will clear out in a few. Afraid to look in the basement.

I know I seem to have an unhealthy obsession with the precip, but this is the worst Spring for mud that I can recall. Sick of washing doggie towels every few days.

A few days ago, I planted dill and basil seeds in the deck planter. All was well until this morning, when I checked for sprouts and instead found marker sticks scattered and the dirt pitted with holes. Nutsy the Squirrel, I presume.

It's not a wrench. Nothing had sprouted, and I only lost a few days. I'll replant in a few days, but this time I will fashion a cap out of chicken wire and set it atop the planter.