It has been awhile since my cats have feared hockey on TV. Last year they learned to sleep peacefully through western road trips, with the occasional comments of 'hmmm, nice' or 'that's unfortunate'. Those peaceful evenings are gone, however, and when Calvert, Anderson and Karlsson combine for a crucial third period goal, they are subjected to primal scream therapy. This makes them nervous when hockey games are on the tube, and they slink away to more favorable environs. Such is life with this year's CBJ.
Formerly, when I was a tad less jaded than I am today, I could generate that visceral scream of joy with a Blue Jackets road goal.