Hi everyone! After a one-week hiatus, I’m back! It’s been a bit hectic around the Currier abode the last little while. The title of this week’s posting is fitting for more reasons than one. Of late, my children have become masters of procrastination, especially when it comes to getting hair washed, teeth brushed, pajamas on, and stories read. After putting the kids down for the night, I’m usually lucky if I get to watch the last ten minutes of the Habs game. Seriously, there was one game about a month ago where I caught (I kid you not), the last seven seconds of the game. How I can actually keep track of what’s going on this season is nothing short of miraculous. So, yeah… I’ve had way too little time to get much of anything done for this site, usually because it is much too late to even begin.

In keeping with this week’s theme, we’re going back to February 19, 1976. The Seals were enjoying a resurgence in the first half of the season, and for the first time in years, the playoffs were a realistic possibility. All they needed was a good streak and the Leafs would be shaking in their skates. Unfortunately, starting in late January, all the Seals could muster was a bad streak, to the tune of ten straight without a win. By the time the Minnesota North Stars arrived in Oakland that night, the damage had already been done and the playoffs were no longer a possibility despite a Seals victory. It was, as they say, too little, too late, and before anyone knew it, the Seals were on their way out of town. You can read today’s article right here.

That’s about it for this week. I have a busy weekend ahead of me preparing for my kids’ birthday parties, taking my kids to other kids’ birthday parties, wrapping birthday presents, shopping for Christmas presents, and hopefully getting more than seven seconds of hockey under my belt. Wish me luck, folks, and hopefully you’ll be seeing me back again next week. Until next time, stay gold!