Snow is coming down in sheets, but they can play through this. The Zamboni driver deserves combat pay. He'll turn circles in his sleep. They are scraping off the glass so fans can see inside the rink. And here comes the Zamboni back again. My guess is they have delayed things again because they should have been on the ice by now if they were going to start at 5 p.m. Again, nothing official from the Walleye, though. Lack of communication with all this is past hilarious. Justin and I have been exiled again to the sixth floor of the school book depository building. We've essentially been exiled.
