
Brendan Shanahan is a Ranger, which means I have to look at that fuckhead every time I watch a Rangers game on Center Ice. Blah. I think I was happier with him in Detroit, where I only had to put up with him once a season if that.
The only bright spot in all this is that if he gets hurt and has to be given a conditioning assignment before he comes back, he’ll be once again subjected to the tender mercies of the good people of Hartford–unless he balks, in which case he’ll be in Charlotte and then several representatives of the Caniac Nation can head on down and throw batteries at his head.
(note: I am kidding about the battery-chuckin’)

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