Intern Jeff Skinner here, with a bone to pick.  I went all the way to DC this week and Pants didn’t even come to my game.  I know she’s busy and stuff, but if I can go to her office and move furniture, buy her lunch and spend an hour at the whiteboard outlining the math equation that is the Canes’ playoff hopes, the least she could do is watch me play.  Right?

Canes Casino Night just became an 18+ party.

While I’m at it, I think I deserve a raise.  I mean, I scored 2 goals against the Caps and pretty must single-handedly won the game.  Which Pants would know if she’d watched.  Instead she checked the score at 8 PM, forgot which coast she was on, and thought we lost 2-1.  But I wasn’t done yet!  I still had a game tying goal in me.  And a shootout winner. Did you hear that, Pants?!

Maybe feeling unloved works in my favor though. Not unloved by  the masses, mind you, since I’ve had 1.7 million invitations to the prom this year.  Just by my bosses at WUYS who don’t even post when I come to town!  But I’m over it, I really am.  And to prove it, I scored 2 more goals last night in Montreal.  Now Pants is singing some song I’ve never heard of called “It Takes Tw” by some group I’ve never heard of called “Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock” who were apparently famous in some year I’ve never heard of called “1988.”

Carolina is three points behind Buffalo and the NYR for the last playoff spot in the East.  We each have 5 games left.  It’s going to be tight right down to the wire, but if you call cross your fingers and the WUYS girls give us the support we deserve (*ahem*), I think we can do it.  GO CANES!

Someone in Carolina's got a sense of humor.