Another game, another dissapointment

The sens this season are like an abusive boyfriend. They keep getting my hopes up with beautiful presents, like the 2 goal lead they had over calgary. Then they start doing the same old things; bad giveaways, not fighting hard for the puck on the boards, squandering scoring chances. I'm kindof glad that the tickets I have for the game tomorrow are in the alcohol free seats, because it means that I won't have a depressant in my system to help speed the inevitable downward slide of my mood when the canucks erase any hope the sens had of contending. How fucked up is it that we're likely to be battling for the Tavares cup this season. We're only a couple of seasons removed from a trip to the stanley cup finals. Only one season from the best start through 14 games. It's like the entire team has decided to quit playing.

Why am I still watching? Why am I still hopeful after every goal? Why do I always think that we can hold onto a lead? Every game I put on the jersey, and I think to myself "This is the time that we'll turn the season around". Every time I'm dissapointed. I tell myself lies like "They started to suck when I started school, now that I'm done they've got to get better" or "All they need is a puck moving defenceman, or a good goalie". I'm on the Brian Elliott bandwagon, even though he's not likely to make a real difference. I'm for firing Hartsburgh, but I don't know if we'd be able to find an improvement in coaching. I want Schubert to be put in the minors, but I don't know who we could call up to replace him.

I'm all out of answers, and the flame of my hope is the barest whisp. A candle that will soon be extinguished by the rain of player apathy that seem to strike mid-game. We've started scoring more, but we're still not scoring as much as the other team. One step forward, two steps back.

I realize this is a disjointed post, but it's just flowing out of me, much like my fervor and zeal for the team from Ottawa that I've loved for so long. We'll see what happens after the game tomorrow. Will it be another tale of woe and gnashing of teeth, or will something provide a sheltering hand for my weak and dying candle.