Showing posts with label There's no whining in hockey just ask Tom Hanks. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 06, 2010

First Thing Fucking Last Game 4 Preview and Open Thread


HF29: You kill anybody?
HF10: A few refs.
HF29: No real people?
HF10: Just refs.

We've got the raving and ranting out of our system. Right now, it's a matter of business. The business of Penguin clubbing.

Waiting in Line details: 7pmEDT/5pmMDT, Bell Centre, Montreal, Quebec (Canada); RDSHD, CBCHD, Versus (hah, might as well be on Shaw)

The Good: Habs very much in the series, one stolen goal away from tying it up in the third and maybe stealing a series lead. Defense wins championships, and they are playing it.

Also Pernell. Fucking. Karl.

The Bad: The Pens know about the defence thing, too. (Someone really should tell Washington.). Crosby is Greater than Alex. MAF is hot. Geno is back. Maybe Staal too.

The Ugly: Markov is done, no matter what delusions dance in management's head. Both Tits are really saggy and need "upgrades" over the summer.

Keys to the VIP Room: Block out the fucking whining you hear with your left ear about Sid's dives and the refs and whatever other bullshit excuse being trotted out needlessly after a hard fought loss - and just fucking play like you've been playing. Nothing cute, just work and hope the luck doesn't result in a lost auricle, and maybe even another W.

However, I admit I would be thoroughly thrilled and entertained if someone like Skillsie grabs Crosby and whispers something like "Siddy, you keep talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch."

Post-game entertainment: Go to a place where you'll want to tip your waitress. I bet she's just working her way through typing school.

"I'm hungry. Let's get a taco in the comments."