Blackhawks Announcer Pat Foley Got Censored While Whining About The NHL's Late Start Times

Will someone get him his binkie! Dammit Pat, where did your mother put that blankie of yours? You see what you've done NHL? You tried to satisfy the fan's inherent desire to actually watch as much of your product as possible and you kept Pat Foley up past his bedtime. Now he's so cranky that he can't even get through the third period of a tightly contested playoff game without incessantly crying into the microphone.

Thanks a lot Gary Bettman. You could have solved this entire problem by scheduling every single postseason game to start at 6PM EST. That'll make sure everyone is tucked in nice and early. Give the people what they want, and that's obviously the inability to catch all the action without having four flat screen televisions simultaneously broadcasting in their living rooms while it's still light outside. Let's just cross our fingers that they find a more time efficient solution than those pesky sudden death overtimes. That is what's really holding back the entertainment value of the NHL playoffs. As the saying goes, nothing good ever happens after midnight. That means it's basically impossible to enjoy anything that happens after the second period of Blackhawks games. It's a shame too, because these games would really be exciting if they just started 90 minutes earlier. Typical NHL. I don't even know why I am surprised that they are sacrificing our 8 hours of sleep to give us more hockey to watch. Oh well, I'm not falling for it. Guess I'll just have to catch the highlights when I wake up. Wouldn't want to throw my REM cycle off, or - god forbid - I might need a second cup of coffee in the morning.

Seriously though, a tip of the hat to NBCSN for taking an axe to this buzzkill and his mid-game whining. I can only pray his partner threw a cup of cold water in his face and reminded him that he's commentating a sport whose athletes that have no problem putting their bodies on the line until the wee hours of the morning. The least he can do is quit his bitching from his cushy leather chair.