I don't know about you, readers, but your Chronicle editor is still feeling out of sorts about that game last night. Not upset, and not even pissed off (like I said I was last night, which wasn't quite true even then). Instead I'm in some strange new mood vis-a-vis the Thrashers: more or less confident about the team, irritated by a few easily avoidable mistakes that led to a narrow loss, and bewildered by the sheer weirdness of the game.
It's Friday, and I think we all need to unwind with a little brandy and piano. At the moment, your editor is trying to culture himself, so it's gotta be Debussy.