I am going to blatantly ignore the fact that my boys played like crap last night, K? The best thing I can say about that game is that at least all of the Wild's goals were scored on their power plays. That's not so bad... or maybe our contract to be the Flames bitches has expired and we've just signed another one with the Wild. Stupid Christams Elves. DIE ELVES! Ya know what probably happened? They were singing rounds of "Jingle Bells" during play and it threw my boys off. Yah... that's it. Who can concentrate on the game when you've got a jolly 'ol elf singing in your face? Not I. And no one wants to score on Santa Clause... then they wouldn't get anything for Christmas!
But I digress... One highlight of the game last night was when my boy Keith Yandle dropped the gloves with Clutterfuck... or Cluttersmuck... or whatever his name is. My boy usually doesn't fight so well. He didn't do too bad last night. Take a look...
Tomorrow night, Sean Effin' Avery is in town. I've been awaiting his arrival for a long time. Here's hoping The Great One puts in McGrattan, Murray and Carcillo for the festivities. This will also be Carcillo's first meeting this season with Ott and Barch, whom he has quite a history with... should be a lot of fun!
*Elf Slaughter photo courtesy of Q at http://davidaebischer.net/
*Video courtesy of youtube.com