Where to begin?

Matt Greene getting a goal?  We know this was not a night for commonalities.

Heatley is a useless schmuck who got bitched by Clifford?  All the goals aside, my favorite moment of the night.

The Kings scored a bunch of goals!  It helps when the Wild play as well as a meth addict raises small children.

It was Terry Murray’s 1000th game. In honor of this occasion, the Kings decided to ignore the mantra of shooting from the point and the perimeter and instead thought better to focus on working the blue paint. As a result of blue paint play, I finally don’t have blue balls, even if Josh Harding is blue in the face after that uncharacteristic performance.

I almost didn’t attend this game. Part of me wanted to stay home and watch the Manny Pacquiao fight. After all, before tonight, I had been to 4 games… and seen 3 Kings goal. I was due. I must credit Bobby for convincing me to come. He said this would be an epic game. He also said I had to credit him in the post game for convincing me to come. No one ever accused him of being humble.

Back to the game. Did the Kings slack off in the third period or did the Wild decide it would behoove them to play like a real NHL team?  Let’s say it was a fair bit of both.

I want to harp on something for a second; the 5 minute major the Kings drew at the end of the first period. I don’t think that should have been a major. I’m not sure it was a penalty at all. Ok fine, whatever his face was that took the penalty (I put beer in the title for a reason) did take a line directly towards the boards. That’s not very gentlemanly.  However, though as a Kings fan I love having all the powerplay time, as an NHL fan, I dislike fairly clean hits being penalized so viciously.

Random aside, why was there some squish faced Nimrod in my section wearing a Joe Thornton jersey?

I forgot what I was talking about. Maybe it’s the broken gorilla glass on my shattered phone. Maybe it’s being thrilled by seeing my first dominant victory of the season. Maybe it’s just drinking a lot with my buddy, Nick in 318, whose birthday it is for another hour and change. The reasons matter not, a stay of execution is granted for Terry Murray on principle, but the wiretaps in his home will stay hot.

Another aside, to those of you watching at home, you missed the gaggle of Twilight vermin camped in LA Live,  forcing us Kings’ fans to meander through an all-to-thin maze in order to side step your pre-pubescent Big-5 bought lairs.  I hope teak vampires find you. Not to suck your blood or curse you with eternal life, but rather to succor you in to understanding good literature.

I apologize for what I am sure is a slew of auto-correct and beer related errors. (update: Scribe here. I swooped in and fixed them…most of them. I have no idea what a “teak vampire” is but it sounded cool. The sentence before that is also a little…off…but drunk Surly is a fun Surly)

Who has a hankering for roast duck?  I know Bobby does.

Go Kings Go!