….do your best to be a dink.

I’m surprised that Monsieur Draft Dodger Deserter didn’t brag about pissing on Peter Laviolette’s shoes, accuse each and every citizen of the Caniac Nation (est. 1997) of having some kind of lobotomy that renders them incapable of understanding hockey, or something equally idiotic and classless.

Not only that, but his writing is some of most gard-arful bulldada that I’ve ever read–perhaps instead of fleeing the country like the coward that he is, he should have stayed and gotten a university exemption from the Draft (so he could take some journalism and composition courses).

But that could just be me.