Why does God hate me?

I just realized Wednesday's opening night in the NHL conflicts with the season premiere of Lost. Great. As much as I love the Sens, a choice between Spezza or Sawyer, Heatley or The Hatch, Fisher or Freckles isn't as easy as you'd think. For the past week my personal life has taken a back seat to late night DVD marathons catching up on season 2. Hopefully by the time 9pm rolls around, Ottawa will be up by six goals and my interest will have diminished, so I can watch Jack bitchslap The Others without any distractions.