Look, everything is a goddamn mess right now. We don’t know what’s going on and neither do you. But Sam, John, and I have a podcast for you. That’s the best we can do. Enjoy.
After a week that flattered to deceive with hope but landed with a big, wet thud, Sam, John, and I hash out just what can be done from here for what feels like the 879th time since November of 2018. No subscription required, audio after the jump.
In the wake of the trade deadline with not much new to discuss, Sam, John and I reach into the ol’ feedbag and answer a bunch of questions. No subscription necessary, links and such after the jump.
This week, Rose Rankin, Fifth Feather, and Yours Truly discuss the Hawks deadline, whether they were as sick of Lehner’s shit as we are, Adam Boqvist and Lucas Carlsson, and what if anything the future might hold. It goes on a bit…
With this being the presumable last recording before the trade deadline, Sam, John, and I play armchair GM/roster-bate. It’s even more riveting broadcasting than usual. Always free, audio always after the jump.
Sam, Pullega, and I examine what exactly this team is doing and where it’s headed after the break in into a possible season-defining road trip. As always, the links are after the jump and no subscription is required.
This week, The Oracle Of Humboldt Park Fifth Feather, The Colorado Heartthrob John Pullega, Queen Of The NW Suburbs Rose Rankin, and myself discuss the Hawks immediate future, their chances for the playoffs, a hockey trade of Robin Lehner, what is Jeremy Colliton, and will Feather ever give in to his White Sox excitement. Join […]
The erstwhile Andrew Cieslak rejoins us in honor of the Quenneville Bowl, and despite the Internet Monster almost inhaling John, the four of us manage to discuss the larger implications of this recent stretch of competence. As always, no subscription required.
With our first recording of the new decade, we naturally hash up shit from the 92-93 season, as well as try to decipher Jay Boqvist’s body language. No subscription necessary, everything after the jump.
It’s New Year’s Eve and we’ve got theories abound regarding whatever the hell is going on with Brent Seabrook. No subscription required, audio after the jump. Happy 2020, cretins.