So I says to God, I says "He's playing again tonight. Yeah, I know...dude couldn't stop a pig in passage and now he's backing us up against the Sabres."

You know God, he's sympathetic. Always has a good word for the Blue and White.

He says, "Don't you worry - I'll mess that Vesa up good this time, Sodom and Gomorrah style."

Brilliant, thinks I as I hang up the celestial hot line - the big fella has it covered. Turns out the schmuck thought we were playing in Ottawa. Either that or he'd been at the cherry brandy before unleashing the hellfire. Terrific, now we've got the Wild to placate AS WELL as the Toskala issue.

Maybe if we could tempt him into the mouth of a whale...