Deep, deep breaths.
It’s just a game. It’s just shitty Calgary. You still have a good woman, a good life, and good hair.
It’s just a game…
That we gave away. Goddamn ass rat farts. There’s some analysis for you. Farts. From rats. Rats that look like asses. Donkey rat farts.
People, it was a hooking penalty. Stick in the hands from behind gets called every time. Were it the playoffs, I’d be pissed. But now? Ok, I’m still pissed, fine but I can’t blame that call nor this loss on pin-striped pin-headed pin-cushion, fart cushion, ass rat, refs. We stole a game, from ourselves, with an abundance of penalties, lazy movement across our own blueline and an all too familiar inability to cash in on copious opportunities. At least the Ramo’s have one less reason to be ashamed this night.
I have nothing constructive to say.
Wait, that’s not true.
Ear lick queef crap.
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