In 1958, when a team in the
NHL had to win 2, best-of-7 series to take home the
Stanley Cup a couple guys had the bright idea to throw a dead octopus on the ice at the first game of the first serires. The guys were staunch
Detroit Red Wings fans. The eight legs of the octopus symbolized the eight games that
Detroit would have to win to own the
Stanley Cup for the first time. Low and behold
Detroit swept both series that year, winning eight games straight. Ever since, the "unofficial" mascot of the team has been the
Dead Octopus.
I've drawn the unfortunate
Thought-It-Was-Dead-But-Was-Only-Unconscious Octopus during his fall to the ice (where he would most likely be smacked about with a hocky stick and then flipped into the trash). Just a sketch here, but I'm so far behind I needed to get something posted before I loose the very little steam I've been able to build up so far. I may finish it off in the next few days, but I seriously need to pimp my ride and then get back to fighting fires some 40 million years ago (seriously, I'm such a dork).
Enjoy!
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