I don’t hate Vancouver. Hate is the wrong emotion for how I feel about that team, its players and fans. Hate presumes I think about them. Hate presumes I care.
Pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell for I throw thy name against the bruising stones and I make as good use of thine face as many a man doth of a death’s-head.
The Canucks are excrement, rotted and soulless flesh, a cutpurse of dignity, stillborn maggots.
And yet we find them in our division now, the Pacific soiled, and even worse, we look up.
Is the Cup we held, the memories we hold, one they have not and shall never do to sooth us even today? No I say. I have become hard again and not of my loins but that which fueled my fire and that of Surly, white-hot, as we were, I am.
Jarret Stoll sits.
Jeff Carter sits.
Matt Greene. Does he still sit?
The children, Tyler Toffoli and Linden Vey, are in play.
Brad Richardson has voluntarily stepped into the abyss. May his teeth gnash with the rest of their lot.
This is your open forum, to read and write, to rage and rant, to cheer, scream and curse, do as you will for our home is yours and shall be so long as you live and die hard.
- Canucks-Kings Preview (nbcsports.com)
- Kings hanging tough against Pacific Division foes (latimes.com)
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