Oilers Nation, I fear thee.
Is it just me, or does it seem strange to have what appears to be an overly slick, target-marketed, oh-so-hip new blog on the block that tries to lure readers in with it's sometimes clever, mostly frat-house type humour and surprisingly good contributions by one Robin Brownlee?
Personally, I'm your basic sad, lonely soul spending too much time in isolation typing out half cogent, meaningless semi-diatribes. Isn't that what blogging's all about, people?
No one cool actually keeps a blog about a basement team in the also-ran major Sports league in North America. And certainly no one with an o'erweening, apparently unslakeable thirst for bombardingly obvious advertisers (and advertiser's money)...or at least so upfront about it, anyway.
All that being said, and despite my suspicions that the blog is completely a pro attempt at inserting a money-making cash cow into a homespun little community (gots to cash in on those million BoA hits!), I do suggest checking it out, and daily at that.
After all, they give away tickets!
***INSTANT MENTAL UPDATE***
Note to drunk self: Is Oilers Nation equivalent to Gian Ghomeshi?
Well, wadda you know - Well, shucks. It would be churlish of me not to admit that I am pleased for my old friend Matt Fenwick. My memory is a bit foggy on this point, but it see...