Winding our way down on Brière Street ~ Game Preview

Stuck in the middle with goons ~ tsn says hostilities are renewed at 7pm, rds has a picture of colin campbell and mcsplooge's buddy pronger but we know that Giroux and Brière will be mentioned all fucking night long on the FrenCH CHannel

TKO'd ~ Canadian citizen Vodkov is down, Picard in, latest PHI rat Carcillo is out

Down for the Count CHokula ~ Let's go Lars, jab, punCH, uppercut, lead with your CHin, break out that first goal

Hot peppers on that CHeese steak ~ PHI is 9-0-1 (12-4-2 for the season)

Still full of angry CHicken wings ~ Our Habs are 7-3-0 (11-5-1 for the season)

In this corner ~ Movembered TFS™ is a star and PleXXXe is well, PleXXXe!!!

In that corner ~ Иван Драго Bobrovsky

Should be a good fucking tilt.

Gonna Fly Now and buy me The Beatles Box Set on iTunes.

In the meanwhile, pop in that Gerry Rafferty 8-track or download the Foo Fighters cover and singalong.

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Winding our way down on Brière Street
Stick in the head, grovel at Collie's feet
Well another crazy play, you smirk the game away
and forget about everything

This city's fandom makes you feel so bold
It's got so many nutjobs and it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought the PHucking PHlyers had everything

You used to think that it was so ea$y
You as a Hab still makes me feel queasy
But you're tryin', you're flying' low
Another Cupless year for you and we will be happy
Just one more year because your Gmen are still crappy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now

Way down the ice there's no red light in TFS™'s place
He closes the door, he's got that kid look on his face
And he asks you "where have you been?"
You tell him you spent time in the sin bin
and you talk about creamy CHeese cupcakes

TFS™'s got this dream about being in CH Pants!
He's gave up the BOOze and the one night stands
And now he's settled down, Jaro's in some quiet St. Loo town
Habs fans finally forget about everything

But you know the Habs'll always keep movin'
You know the Habs' are never gonna stop groovin'
Cause they're rollin', they're a rollin' on

And when we wake up it's a new TMS morning
The blog is shining, it's a post meth morning
But you're going, you're going down

Go You Fucking Habs!