So the L.A. Kings vs. The Fuckers Off The 57 outdoor game is today. Finally.
This game has been the talk of the hockey world – on-line, social media, radio, television, everywhere except…here.
It’s game day and here is our first real mention of it. Why? Because it’s not exciting to enter an iconic event, with the world watching, when we are playing like dipshits. Because it’s not “fun” to anticipate:
1. Jake Muzzin’s next minor penalty, followed by more incompetence on the defensive side of the puck;
2. Dustin Brown’s invisibility act;
3. Our power play;
4. Our offense;
The L.A. Kings are sucking the confidence out of us. There is no swagger. Our dicks are firmly in our pants and nobody is looking down with envy. The stars aren’t shining. The role players aren’t rolling. Even Jonathan Quick (pbuh) looks fallible.
So what must happen?
It’s not just our offense that starts with these two. It’s our engine. They are the 6.2 Liter V8 that pumps 570 horsepower through the team’s veins.
This is Dustin Brown’s team.
Anze Kopitar remains the L.A. Kings’ pulse.
They have earned the right to wear the letter. Without these two in the 2012 playoffs, the L.A. Kings don’t win the Stanley Cup. Without these two, it doesn’t work.
Don’t talk to me about the experience.
Talk to me about what matters.
About all that matters at Dodger Stadium.
An L.A. Kings Victory.
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