A Special Message From TMS

Moeman asks, TMS delivers.

Hey kids! TMS aka The Game Day Skate aka HF29 here. Hope you are all doing well on the glorious summer-like day in Montreal, or wherever you are. With the Pens and Wings on course for the Stanley Cup final, I thought I'd give you all a little heads up about FHF. We quit! Habs suck! This blog was a total fucking waste of time!

No, of course we kid. But you may have noticed the number of posts around here dwindling by the minute. FHF is suffering from post-second round flameout burnout. Or something. We are all just recharging our batteries. Yours truly is off to the Holy Land (Hockey Hall of Fame?) next week for some R & R and hunt for hockey babes around the world. Panger is returning from a jaunt across the pond to watch the Blues lose. HF10 is once again spending time with Mrs. HF10 and the cutest mini-HF10 you can imagine. And HF4 may be dead, we're checking on that.

But this meandering note is just to tell you even though we're slacking now, we're not going anywhere over the summer. Babes, UFA's, mindless filler, babes, the draft, and babes are all on the menu. All of it with the traditional snark and lame-ass wit you've come to expect. So czech back often, Jaro weel bee beutifooul wetching.