There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, like that I lost my virginity to a girl name Gilda who had a birthmark in the shape of Dom DeLuise masturbating on her left thigh. You didn’t know… Read More ›
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 ›
I missed most of the game. I assume you didn’t. This is the part where you tell me what happened.
Jonathan Quick now has more victories than any other LA Kings goaltender, including the great Rogie Vachon. He was humble in this honor. He deflected the accolades. His greatness as a goalie and his response to this milestone are what… Read More ›
“On whether Dustin Brown got hurt: No, he got benched. [Reporter: Something specific throughout the game?] No, their line was tired, so we didn’t play them much. It wasn’t Brown. Don’t ask questions ‘Did guys get hurt?’ ‘Yeah, he got… Read More ›
The day before the LA Kings started this post Olympic Break streak, I decided not to shave. A day of lazy turned into five and, boom, the beard was in damn fine bloom. The wife shook her head and declared… Read More ›