- Last night the Oilers debuted their cheerleaders ("the Octane"- oil, gas, octane, get it?) but it wasn't enough to stop the red-hot Leaf, who won 4-1;
- The Flyers end the Pens' winning streak at 12 with a 3-2 win. Flyers take over the division, conference and league leads. Wouldn't want to be the team that plays them next;
- All signs point to Louis Leblanc! Louis Leblanc! Louis Leblanc! joining Canada's junior team.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Game Day Skate CHecks out some cheerleaders for Wednesday, December 15
Bullet points for what you missed while dreaming of the elimination of the penny (or having nightmares of it we guess, if you're the sentimental type)...
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I like the assistant coach.
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The day the Canadiens do this is the day I drive to Montreal and punch Geoff Molson right in the nuts.
Fucking Cheerleaders, next it will be rap music and soon skates will be replaced by broomball shoes, and the puck by a ball, and the ball will get bigger and they will hang the nets from the sky,,, and one day Gary Bettman will have his National Hoops League.
Philthy Plyers must be defeating, this is the most important game in the history of the franchise. GYFH
I must be getting old. I watched that video and didn't find myself drooling or end up with my tongue hanging on my keyboard or anything. I just kind of felt sorry for those girls. I don't know if it's because they have to cheer for the Oil or that they suck at cheering for the Oil or that they're no skimpy enough or WTF. But I just feel meh.
I'm with 10. I'm gonna go for the reach around bag tag on Geoff Molson if the Habs ever stoop to this level. Not as easy as it sounds.
@LD - doesn't do much for me either; must be getting old.
Confidence and Poise, did I hear that right? Ok then.
Well, GYFH(G)
And shouldn't it be CHeerleaders in the title?
Count me in with 10, Steve and Le Douze on this one - Cheerleaders in the fuckin' hallway - what use is that? It's not like they can get up on the dugout roof between whistles for a quick cheer. And you sure as fuck don't want them on the ice - At Any Point in Time! So what is the use? Besides, and this comes from someone who has lived in the UK for about 15 years now - none of them had much in the way of "assets" to flaunt - but I'm beginning to think that this is a "Canadian Breast" v. "English Breast" thing that can't be controlled.
So never mind all this - GYFMFHG!
GYFHG
Call me old-fashioned, but I don't like my pretty girls associated with gas.
Cool write up in the NY Times marking the 85th Anniversary of hockey first being played in New York. NY Americans vs. The Canadiens.
www.nytimes.com/2010/12/15/sports/hockey/15amerks.…
I hope they somehow work this story into Boardwalk Empire.
AWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the PHucken' PHUCKTARDS!!!!!!
Jesus H. CHrist where do I start, PHuck! Shit! Prick! Cocksuckers!
DIE BASTARDS DIE!
I admit that my hatred for the PHucktards has moved into psychological realms which are contributing to the ongoing deterioration of my mental health and I need help in this area, like seriously BIG help. (Is Meth part of the answer? I have no experience with this particular drug).
Mrs. Natural gets scared when I am PHorced to watch the PHucktards.
Anyway I implore all of you to help me in a cosmic collective burst of deadly mental energy aim and killing the entire team of PHucktards, but we need to be together on this, can't have some of you wishing for a flu to go through the dressing room and others hoping for some form of quick death while I am concentrating on the most excrutiating form of public, painful, agonizing, ongoing everlasting feverishly contageous form of death.
So let's get together at 2:15 PM today we all concentrate that a deadly virus (picture it it your mind) attacks Carcillo, then spreads to Hartnell, Richards et al and they are puking, convulsing and losing consciousness, the game is called and they all die, die DIE! DIE!
Seriously I am counting on you all, the visualisation is key, so EXACTLY at 2:15.
GYMFHG,
DIE PHUCKTARDS DIE!
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