Showing posts with label happiness is just a flaming moe away. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness is just a flaming moe away. Show all posts

Monday, April 26, 2010

Giant Mexican MOEn comes home - Habs/Caps Game 6 preview and open thread


Well, well, well. Game 6. Whoda thunk it? Certainly not me and my forecast of doom in Friday's Game Day Skate. Yet here we are. At home sweet home for Game 6. Ah, the Bell Centre, where we always win in the playoffs, right? RIGHT?

So how did we get here? Sometime between Games 4 and 5, Count Chokula became a genius. Or more likely, a half hour before Game 5 he said "maybe I'll just do something stupid and go out with a bang." Either way, he decided to shove Travis MOEmaN onto a line with Gio and Gomez. Stanley Cup winners all. Moen went into the corners and crashed the net and did the dirty work. It paid off with his first goal of the playoffs and a Habs win. And the Giant Mexican MOEn was born.

[phone rings]
GMM: ¡Buenos dias! MOEn's Tavern, birthplace of the Rob Roy.
Ovie: OH HAI! Ovie likez to speak wit a Missuz Schorwit, first name Amanda?
GMM: Anyone here Amanda Schorwith? I'm looking for Amanda Schorwith!
Little Tits: No me! Andrei, MORE WODKA!
[assembled Habs laugh]
GMM: Look, you rotten little punk, if ever I run into you in the corner I'll shove a stick so far up that gap in your teeth you'll feel it in whatever it is in your head that substitutes for a brain.
Ovie: LULZ!!11!!!1!!

Sing along, kidz:

When the weight of the series has got you down
And you want to end your life,
Meth to buy, a dead-end job,
Carey's sleeping with your wife.
But don't wave stupid towels
'Cuz there's a line down at the Bell
That's gonna take our misery away...
It's G-M- MOEn.... (Let's all love the GM MOEn...)
When all our hope was lost (GM MOEn...)
Then JM's lines got crossed
Now Game seven's just a GM MOEn away
Game seven is just a GM MOEn away...


So let's do this thing! Anthem-booing at 7 PM at the Bell, where Montreal has lost 6 straight in the playoffs. Squid, Ovie, and Backstrom are hot. CHicken and Semin are not. We assume Jaro starts and Jaro 2.0 is still half-dead. And since The Urologist and Hamr both suck, the Habs have... (drum roll, please) called up the Subbanator! While this is very exciting, I also fear that it could be a disaster waiting to happen, shoving PK into the lion's den. I'm a pessimist, as you know. But what the hell, might as well go out swinging. However this may be a moot point as he is not necessarily playing. JM says he's a game-time decision, depending on Jaro 2.0's health. So we'll see. Also, The Mexican was not on the ice for TMS. Hmm, this whole preview may have been for naught.

OK that's enough from me. I gotta go 'cause I've got a hot date tonight. A date. Dinner with friends. Dinner alone. Watching TV alone. Alright, I'm just going to sit at home and ogle the ladies in the Victoria's Secret catalog. Sears catalog.

Go you fucking pants!