The Yankees’ opening-day rainout debacle shafted me on two fronts. A) It moved the game to Tuesday night, and, since I had a ticket to the last-ever opening day at The Stadium, I HAD to go — c’mon, you don’t pass up history — and miss the Devils’ playoff clincher against the [expletive deleted] Icelanders. It did, nonetheless, bring me exceptional glee, even though I only got to see highlights. B) Since I took off from work on Monday to go see the Yankees, I lost an entire day of productivity, THEN lost an additional night of productivity on Tuesday, meaning I had to work late Wednesday and only caught the end of the Devils-Bruins game.

So, have I been shirking my responsibility as a Devils blogger? Yes. Can I pull something out of the air to make up for it? Also yes. With another story-of-my-life Friday night ahead (no date), I will attempt running commentary — by period, if not continuous — of tonight’s tilt with the phloundering Phlyers. Monzo and I have some time lined up to do a new podcast tomorrow morning.

Left-over bullet points:

•  As you can probably tell, I’m a conspiracy theorist, and as such, I am convinced that the Yankees KNEW Monday’s weather forecast was terrible, but waited to call the game until after people had spent an hour-and-a-half wasting their money on extra concessions/merchandise. 1 lemonade + 1 nachos supreme + 1 Cinna-pretzel = approximately $378. Divide that by 0 innings of baseball watched on Monday, and I don’t need to tell you that is a horrific value.
• Jamieson Jehosephat Langenbrunner IV, esq. earned his nonsense nickname by becoming Mr. Shootout Goal. Now, I give you… Zachariah Jeremiah Obadaiah Zebediah Parise, scorer of overtime/shootout game-winners on back-to-back nights! I’d add tags like a Roman numeral or “esq.”, but Boston College has to play Parise’s alum (North Dakota) in the Frozen Four, so no add-ons for Zach for the time being.
• The Broadway B*tards play the [expletive deleted] Icelanders tonight and could set up Devils-Rangers in Round One. I cannot express any rooting interest in this game without committing mental hara-kiri, so I’ll get to the closer:
• I may still be a year away from 30, but Martin Brodeur is about to hit 40. Yes, in a row. I probably should have made the Clerks joke after his 37th start in a row, but it’s just as well. I’m probably getting too old for that stuff anyway.