I'm disgusted. That last powerplay should be considered Jamie Kompon's exit interview. Sutter wouldn't even let him talk to the players during the time out. But anyways, I'm too upset to think or write rationally, so instead here's a song. Now you have to sing this in your head like Frank Sinatra doing a ballad. *** When your girlfriend sighs in bed, Clitsome. When she goes to sleep … [Read more...]