Like the rumble of 570 horses beneath the hood.

A smooth Aberlour, 16 year, neat.

A right cross that lands flush on the jaw.

And a woman who keeps her motor clean.

I love Matt Greene.

Surly called for boots projecting on asses. What we got was a terrific game and exactly what I needed after a 14 hour work day.

First, the opponents. Actually, fuck the opponents, let’s talk about our boys.

Jeff Carter remains the everything on each end of the ice. He and Anze Kopitar are the two most complete players I have seen in an L.A. Kings jersey since forever, except Kopi has done it for 3 seasons now.

Drew Doughty is worth every nickel, dime, dollar, loonie and toonie of his contract.

The fourth line is starting to click and although I still want more out of Nolan, his gumption down low on Kyle Clifford’s goal made Kyle’s goal happen and those three dictated the pace of the play each time they were on the ice.

Stoll was ornery tonight. He did everything but score a goal and that “kick save” in the last-minute of the third was gold…what’s more, it wasn’t an accident. He saw the puck to his skate. Put on the pads Jarret.

Rob Scuderi. How many shots did he block? 4? 5? More? Stat people, hop to it.

Jonathan Quick. Not to jinx it (Surly just cringed) but he sure looks like he is hitting his stride at the right time.

We are still in 4th.

Scribe’s 3 L.A. Kings stars:

3. Kyle Clifford

2. Rob Scuderi

1. Jonathan Quick.

I don’t want to stroll into the playoffs. I want to put fear into any team that faces us. “The Kings are coming.”