If you’re a Blue Jackets fan or just a hockey fan in general, you’re well aware of the looming disaster for Columbus. Artemi Panarin (and his fellow countryman Sergei Bobrovsky) are both unrestricted free agents at the end of the 2019 season. None of the parties involved have been able to reach an agreement on an extension or new contract, to the point where Panarin and his agent cut off contract talks and informed the team that he will not consider his future until after the season.
This puts the Blue Jackets in a VERY difficult spot. They aren’t quite a cup contender as constructed, but they could get to that level with a deadline deal or two. All of that gets thrown into a blender if Panarin isn’t in the mix though. If the NHL has learned anything from last year’s Islanders-Tavares situation, its not worth letting some prima donna string you along all season and into free agency and then bail without the courtesy of letting you get anything in return. Although the Islanders are doing just fine, I’m sure they would have preferred to get a young player and a draft pick for Tavares at last year’s deadline. Now the Jackets are faced with the million dollar decision. Do they try to make a run at a cup by acquiring a few players this month, or do they see if they can get a quality return for a Panarin rental? There’s really no good answer and it’s a really shitty situation to be in.
There are few things in the world better than playoff hockey. Unfortunately, as a Blue Jacket fan, I’ve only gotten to experience the feeling a limited number of times, and never beyond the first round. This is the year that all changes though. The Blue Jackets will give me something I’m really not used to as a Cincinnati sports fan: a winning postseason.
I know what you’re saying. “Oh Mac, you’re just being optimistic again like you always are, hoping for the best but never expecting the worse”. You obviously don’t know me. I fully expect my teams to lose every single time they step onto the field (or ice). Until the clock strikes 0:00 and all chances for a video review are exhausted, I still don’t believe my team has won. It’s a miserable life to live, but someone has to. Right? Continue reading →
Let the record show: Sunday, February 18th, 2018 is the day I finally quit. I’m sick of the constant letdown and disappointment. Its my fault, honestly. I could just become a bandwagon fan like I’ve seen so many people do. I could be a Duke basketball fan, Alabama football fan and alternate between the Patriots and Steelers, whichever was winning the most at the time. Yankees too? Why not? If I’m going all in, I might as well wear a pinstriped Aaron Judge jersey and spit on people as I scream about 27 rings.
Instead, I’ve remained loyal to my Cincinnati roots. I even refuse to root for an NBA team with one of the best players that ever lived simply because they’re in Cleveland. Rooting for the Cavs would be so easy, yet I would rather be caught watching Lena Dunham make out with Jake Paul by my grandma than Witness anything King James is doing up north. Sure, I have my on-again off-again relationship with the Denver Nuggets, but we’re like Ross and Rachel from Friends. Will we end up together when it’s all said and done? I guess you’ll have to buy the box set to find out.
It’s a conversation Whitty and I have had numerous times throughout the previous few seasons. Would Rick Nash be welcomed back to Columbus with open arms? After nine mostly unsuccessful seasons, only making the playoffs once with the Columbus Blue Jackets, Rick Nash initiated an ugly breakup with the team that drafted him #1 overall in the 2002 NHL Draft. When I say ugly, I mean U-G-L-Y you ain’t got no alibi. The man who once marched into the owner’s house (allegedly) and campaigned to be named the fifth captain in Blue Jacket history after Adam Foote royally screwed the Jackets, no longer wanted to be in Columbus. As a long suffering Blue Jackets fan, it was a tough pill to swallow. For the shitty seasons Whitty and I sat through as season ticket holders (not to brag, but I’m bragging), Rick was often the lone bright spot aside from our scrappy Blue Jackets dropping the gloves when they got frustrated in another 4-1 loss. Continue reading →
Well, this really sucks. As a Blue Jackets fan, I loved watching Derek Dorsett. There were some nights that he was the only aspect of the lowly Blue Jackets game worth watching. Whitty and I suffered through some rough losing seasons as season ticket holders (not to brag) but we always sat on the edge of our seats when Dorsett was on the ice. He might not have been the biggest guy on the ice (he was often the smallest) but he played like a man possessed and wouldn’t back down from any player in the NHL, no matter the size. Continue reading →
The Nati Boys start the show off with some NBA talk, including KD being caught red-handed on Twitter, Kyrie not giving a shit what LeBron thinks, and the Lakers being piss poor, but rich. Hockey is also back with pre-season games dropping the puck Tuesday night; we preview the CBJ season, and look forward to some sweet hockey fights. We end the show talking football, with previews of the Buckeyes and Bearcats weekends, and then our NFL picks. Our fantasy draft this week is of our favorite backups, inspired by AJ McCarron having the back of our starter, Andy Dalton.