Seven is a favorite number. Seventy seven is better. Eight is best. Until you get to Nine. This was a copy and paste of the game against the Winnipeg Jets. Total domination. We made them play defense for nearly the… Read More ›
L.A. Kings News
Surly was awesome today. I had a trial, was not hip to all the happs and he filled me in on all the details of the crazy shit that happened today, not just with the Kings but around the league…. Read More ›
I’m not entirely sure, David. My head is swimming, but that’s mostly just the traffic jam of mucous swirling through my skull. Waking up late to the text “GABORIK!” knocked me back into a Nyquil daze, which is weird, because… Read More ›
Down 4-2, dying. Tied, screaming. Martin Jones save on Gabriel Landeskog, died. I don’t know what to do with this game. My love of Slovenia and everything Slovenian went to another level. If possible, Jeff Carter became that much sexier… Read More ›
Cap space takes another victim. I respect Colin but it’s time to move on. Bring up Andy Andreoff or make a trade.
I screamed! I danced! I put the old dog outside because he kept farting! We scored! Two goals! And the other team didn’t score three! Brown hit someone! He hit the fucker hard! And I didn’t care it was a… Read More ›
Stat. I am drinking and there is a Ducks fan in the room. That is all for now..