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.
L.A. Kings News
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 ›
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 ›
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 ›