Minor props to Santana in the title: if you haven’t listened to “Head, Hands and Feet” off of the Moonflower live album (ok, CD), you should.
Elias using his feet, me using my head (to yell): Was out of the country for the last week and didn’t want to miss any broadcasts, so I picked them up off of nhl.com using the streaming audio of the WFAN 660 AM broadcast. Given that I was in a locale where finding an ice machine was tough, let alone an ice rink, it was pretty cool. But when Elias blocked a rocket shot off of his foot and left the game, my howls could be heard back in jersey. Ouch. One game and six minutes of rest, and he’s back to full strength. He was definitely missed during the most recent Atlanta game.
Elias using his hands, me using my feet: Two assists and a goal in tonight’s Capitals game, with one of the assists a pretty give-and-go to Gomez that was wikipedia-quality definition of “soft hands.” I had to race from my perch in the kitchen to the foot of the stairs to holler up to Bubba to catch the replay. Such is life when the Devils are playing and we’re in our own house.
Elias using his head, me using my hands (to cheer): After every goal, he’s first in to glove tap, congratulate, say mokrat dekuji, or smile. Lots of smiles and good words from the captain. Whatever early season jitters Elias had wearing the “C” have gotten the hook, and he’s leading by being himself — funny, talktative, immersed in hockey.
Whoever says the Devils are boring is watching the wrong team, or at least the wrong players.