The Crosby Train.

It seems the more I tune in, I tune out a little more from a man named Sidney Crosby. And the painful realisation is hitting everyone resisting him, he is becoming dead sexy to the hockey numbers. Whether it's his magic, or his incredible tushie - he's working his thing.

So where is the Ovechkin parade? What happened? It's like his PR agent left him for Crosby. There's no flashy dances, no mega-scoring. Just a whirlpool of suck.

And don't be thinking that Jordi is abandoning the Ovechkin ship, I still love the crazy kid. It's just harder to fight the Sidney Crosby without fear his lips will swallow me up.

And while insignificant, it felt a little sad that people were fighting to see Crosby rather than our own Ex-Oil Georgie Laraque. I am still obsessed with holding on with the oldies. Oldies but goodies.

Oh and good news on being an Oilers fan? At least its better than being a Flames fan!