I sat in the chiropractor’s office this morning and sorted through a bevy of violently thumbed magazines. In the pile, the number “27” in white on black caught my eye. It was Alec Martinez giving Lundqvist a reason for Swedish… Read More ›
Los Angeles Kings
Up 3-1 we were confident, but we cautioned “San Jose was confident up 3-0″. Down 3-1, Chicago gloated, “Detroit was confident up 3-0″. Lots of things have been said. Words are piss. How silly are we to have thought the… Read More ›
To an injustice. To self reflection. On self degradation. The Jewish way. We were not beaten. Self flagellation. Last time the series was tied, the Kings won two games. We drink.
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 ›
I already wrote one curse in to a thread title, I wasn’t going to do that twice in a row, but now that we’re all gathered here in this safe place… Mother fuck shit fuck hellish dick lick suck fuck… Read More ›