Late to this, but we thought we'd offer our Important Thoughts anyway. Here's a news item for you:
The Afinogenov thing, that is. "But that's a speculation, not a news item," I hear some of you murmur in the hollowed-out angry night. But as most of you already know, Kevin Allen has seldom been wrong when he makes Thrasher prophecies. I doubt his spotless record will get all crudded and clouded here. POINT BEING: Maxim Afinogenov ain't coming back.
Hardly surprising, given that Herr Dudley only offered him a meager 1-year contract. Your Chronicle thinks that the offer should have been increased a bit, not least because
1) Maxim Afinogenov is our top offensive player
2) we can't afford to send him off willy nilly, with some joke offer
3) we CAN afford to pay him for a more substantial contract and invite others in at the same time
A bad thing, then. Glad we sorted that out.
The sequel to yesterday's hideous game time gaffe---the most egregious mistake in Peacock history, though not in Chronicle history---is this: JOIN US FOR REAL, TONIGHT, for a real life actual Stanley Cup hockey game and some Bisquick mix-fueled love-blogging. It will be awesome. 8:00 PM Eastern coast of America time, etc.
Until then, you're in the company of smooth-but-tough old rogue Sean Connery, who will now tell you all about thuggish Chicago-style hockey politics:
Do the Blackhawks ever play that on their Jumbotron? They should.