I already wrote one curse in to a thread title, I wasn’t going to do that twice in a row, but now that we’re all gathered here in this safe place…
Mother fuck shit fuck hellish dick lick suck fuck anal cavity pussy prick goddamn ass face where the fuck is the tylenol.
Phew. I feel better. No I don’t.
Doughty played just under half of the first period before this innocuous check happened: https://vine.co/v/MiqTviEYTVL
Matt Barry says it’s his collarbone. That’s not good. But we will wait to hear if that’s true… and we will wait a long time because with the playoffs around the corner “upper body” is about as specific as we’re likely to get from official sources. Regardless, if Doughty misses time in the playoffs… well… we’ll cross that miserable fucking road if we come to it.
As for the game, the big likely round 1 playoff preview; meh. I found it a bit lackluster all-in-all. The most interesting thing about it was how angry the Sharks seemed. Joe Thornton getting all up in Voynov’s ass, Jason Demers trying to beat on Stoll like an ex-fiancé, it was clear to me that the Sharks were fondly reminiscing last year’s bitter second round defeat. Good, let them get their little bay-sweat-soaked panties in a bunch. Though the Kings couldn’t capitalize on ample power play opportunities tonight, those lame numbers won’t last. I was very impressed with how the Kings kept their cool and didn’t get caught up taking a bunch of senseless penalties.
The game-winning goal by resident snatch face, Couture, was pronouncedly awful on Martin Jones’ part, but Jones won’t be starting games in a week and a half, so I find myself ambivalent. He made several other clutch saves to keep the Kings in the game.
All the team really did tonight was make a first round match-up against the Ducks a little more likely to happen. Well… aside from nullifying any chance of moving up into second place, but we knew that wasn’t going to happen.
However, the points still matter. Home ice may not be possible in the first round, but it is possible beyond.
I’ve officially forgotten about this game and until my rage is reintroduced as a part of my homeostasis when I look at millions of pixels malformed into the shape of Vancouver Canuck faces, I’m simply sending all my mojo Doughty’s way. If I could lend him white blood cells, I would.
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