I think God might be reading my blog because when I politely suggested the way to avoid a “trap” game was to
1) stay out of the penalty box
2) provide an earthquake to rattle the nerves of the Jets and
3) start Toffoli and Pearson together
I certainly didn’t expect him to say yes to all THREE!
Does this mean he’s gonna kill me now?
I do think God has a sick sense of humor as well. I also suggested that if Muzzin didn’t stay out of the sin bin, he would have to sniff Doughty’s jock. Guess what, Jake? Get those olfactory membranes ready for some deeeep inhaling!
One thing I noticed right away? The Jets SUCK. In front of a Hockey Night in Canada crowd as well? What a way to show ALL of Canada how much you actually want to make the playoffs!
Pavelic looked like Martin Jones the other night, now taking over the mantra of “Mr. Softee” – To Trevor Lewis? TREVOR LEWIS, Ondrej? The assists went to Clifford and Muzzin which immediately prompted me to call them the “Three Stooges” line.
Kopi and Gabby were like that cop that follows you. Even when you change lanes, they scare the hell out of you and laugh in your face, and you have to take it. That’s what those two were doing all night to the Jets so called defense. They yawned their way through this game and still won.
I didn’t mind that the Kings gave up a power play goal. Now I don’t have to hear Bob Miller stupidly saying “the Kings have killed off 19 straight!” because you just KNOW that’s a jinx. I mean, they kill 7 straight against Pittsburgh and then allow one to the Jets? It’s OKAY, folks. It’s called ODDS.
How badly was Voynov burned by Wheeler?
1) like toast?
2) like that TV star when her propane gas tank exploded?
3) worse than Richard Pryor?
4) as bad as Sean Avery’s judge scores on “Dancing With The Stars?”
It didn’t matter at all. The fact that the Kings came out smoking like a 1980 Ford Pinto with a blown gasket was impressive enough for me. They certainly seem to be in playoff mode despite the meaningless game after traveling from the East. Hell, every time I take a trip to NYC I need a week off just from the jet lag. Then again, I’m not being paid millions of dollars and I’m fat and out of shape.
The “washed up” Jarome Iginla scored his 30th goal of the season fro the defensive minded Bruins
How much fun is it to see Jon Bernier folding like a bad black jack hand?
When the hell did Loktionov get traded to Carolina? Wasn’t he our “future?” Wasn’t “O’Sullivan” our “future?” Wasn’t Moller our “future?” Pavel Rosa anyone?