The Dead Zone.

Anyone who regularly cruises the circuit of New York Rangers blogs has probably realized by now that we're in a little bit of a dead zone when it comes to relevant news concerning the best franchise to never win an ESPY. We could write about whether Dmitri Kalinin or Wade Redden is more likely to assume the Poti-Malik mantle of most hated D-man. We could write about all the different ways the inevitable Zherdev-Gomez-Player to be Named Later line is going to skate circles around the league's number one defensive combinations.

We could even go all in depth on your *behinds* and explain to you why Tom Renney, who is with the team infinitely more than any of us could ever hope to be, would be a fool to not understand our reasoning: "OK, look. It's simple. You pair a speedy guy with a speedy guy. That's Gomer and Zherder. You throw in a third speedy guy. I don't really know who that is yet but there's gotta be a speedy guy in the system somewhere. Throw them on a line together, add in some Prucha heart, subtract some Avery/Jagr selfishness, sprinkle some Drury/Naslund leadership on top and what have you got? That's right... '94 all over again baby!"

We'd rather just tell you some songs that remind us of Rangers. Well, maybe one day.

Alexei Cherepanov - Big Pun(isher) - Still Not a Player


I don't wanna be a player no more
(I'm not a player, I just crush a lot)
Big Punisher, still got what you're looking for
(For my thugs, For my thugs)
Hey yo, I'm still not a player but you still a hater
Elevator to the top, HA! See you later, I'm gone
Alexei-speak Translation-
I don't wanna play there no more
(I hate New York cab drivers, they just crash a lot)
Big Cherepanov, doesn't matter who your writing for
(For the blogs, For the blogs)
Hey yo, since I'm still not a player you don't have a prayer
Defector to New York? HA! See you later, I'm Omsk.