Each line’s chemistry has taken hold. There are no holes, no soft spots from 1 to 12. Offensively dangerous. Defensively competent. Sutter seems comfortable with the lines and I don’t expect changes. It isn’t broken. It is thriving. The sticks… Read More ›
That’s it. Next game.
While we wait patiently for the Kings-Ducks playoff series that will torch the (818) to the (714), we find ourselves with an obstacle best served illegally and liquidated. We are told to “Fear The Fin” and fear it we should,… Read More ›
Surly is putting together some playoff preview feature. Usually, Surly’s work doesn’t suck. Well, there was that one post… I want to talk about Mike Richards. Second line with Jefe. Fourth mine with Hustle and Hulk. I vote the latter…. Read More ›
To talk about stuff. Post game will go here too.
I think it was fully warranted to walk out, shake the kids hand and say “How ’bout this fucking kid right here?” Damn that kid can play piano. Hopefully he uses some of his future concert and recording earnings on… Read More ›
It smells like Gabitar’s jock strap. It smells like Quick’s glove hand. It smells like rotting, dead desert dog. It smells like the playoffs. Fuck teens and their spirit. It smells fuckin’ good.
I loved Tim Leiweke for about 30 minutes after we won the Cup. Then he went to Toronto, talked shit about our fan base and I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to raid our… Read More ›