Bad luck. If the L.A. Kings, throughout their history, didn’t have it, we’d have no damn luck at all. Mike Richards is on IR. It’s a concussion. A fucking concussion. He hasn’t suffered one that I can find for his entire career while playing that balls out style. He comes here, boom, first one. Am I whining? A little. I’m pissed off…but as a friend of mine from high school used to say, better pissed off than pissed on…and fuck you for sarcastically asking, “you remember what people said in High School?”
Today, it’s the Canadiens. Les salauds arrogants qui pensent qu’ils détiennent au hockey. That’s French for “the arrogant bastards who think they own hockey.” My best friend is French. He also grew up in Canada. I don’t like him today. In fact, today is the only day of the year he is not permitted to speak or even think French. He’s a Kings fan but I see how his eyes light up when he sees a Habs jersey.
The Habs are 10-11-5. They score more goals than we do but who doesn’t. They also give up more goals. Their powerplay sucks. They PK is outstanding – 4th in the league. They lost 4-3 in a shootout two nights ago against the San Jose Sharks. They have some goal scorers – Max Pacioretty (who I believe is still serving a 3 game suspension), Erik Cole, Brian Gionta and Dean Lombardi’s favorite surfer, Michael Cammalleri…inside joke that only Dean and a few others will get. Cammy is struggling a bit this season. Scott Gomez is their Dustin Penner.
Carey Price is a good goalie. We need French Canadian, Jonathan Bernier, to be better. He is 0 – 1 lifetime against the Habs and gave up 4 goals to them in the last outing. Damn French.
We’ve already discussed the forward lines and I’ve given you my 2 cents.
If it seems I am in a bad mood, I am. I won’t be at the game tonight. I can’t even watch it on TV until later in the afternoon. It’s a good reason though – my daughter’s birthday. At noon, when her little friends come over, everything will be fine until about 12:35 when I will get the shakes like a heroin addict who quit cold turkey and the wife will look at me with a “no…no…no hockey game on the TV” admonition, at which time I will fall to the ground and begin to convulse. The screaming children will run to their parents while the wife tells everyone to “ignore” me because it’s just the hockey game I’m freaking out about…which will thereafter put me in a bad mood again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go blow up balloons.
For nostalgia’s sake, a look back at the top 10 reasons French Canada sucks.
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