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Thursdays. I Never Could Get The Hang of Thursdays.

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First off: Let me just say that I love a goalie deathmatch. I do, I really do. But last night, not so much–most cos it was Florida, and they’re whiny bitches.

So yeah. First period was a little eh. Second period scared the crap out of me, with all the penalties. Our defence was completely invisible, the offence stepped out for a Cuban (mmm…Cuban) at one point–and only one thing saved our asses:

KING WARD (photo courtesy hfboards poster Vulcan91)

Seriously, the boy was nails for us last night. When he flat-out stoned (STONED!) Olli Jokinen on what would have been a sure-fire gamewinner, I swear I saw half the fans in attendance calling Miami-Dade PD to report a robbery.

The shootout, by the way? That was funny–especially the winner, which made Vokoun look like Bill Buckner in Game Six. Thank you, Mookie Staal.

Next game on the 25th. Go Canes.

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1 Sherry Mar 21st, 2008 at 9:17 pm

That’s…an awesome picture. But I’m left with images of Wardo marrying Anne Boelyn and then killing her for not bearing a son.

I’ll let myself out.
2 acidqueen Mar 21st, 2008 at 10:29 pm

lol