Another tough night.
Here are some things I said over the course of the night.
At least some things I’m pretending I said.
(I missed the first period of the Isle and Ranger game)
“A bad first period for the Rangers? Nice.”
“Butch is criticizing the Isles. Can’t be good.”
“No score? That’s practically a win. Ease up, Butch.”
“Sweet, the Rangers are losing to LA.”
“Shit. Should’ve had that one brother DiPietro.”
“Someone’s really got to tell Avery that it’s not illegal to TOUCH HIM.”
“Good god, Guerin. Matt could’ve put that in.”
“Ok, I can accept 1-0. We’ll get ‘em in the third.”
“Some decent cycling… Oh, keep it in…. No way he can score from there—or maybe he can. How the hell did that go in?”
“#%&@!. THREE GOALS? Maybe the Rangers are still losing...”
“Please. For the love of god and all that is holy, HIT SOMEONE.”
“Ho, ho. All those bad singers on American Idol crack me up.”
“Fedotenko’s scored 2 goals in 32 games? He blows even more than I thought.”
“I wonder if Billy Jaffe could be signed…”
“Oh, please don’t score… Thank you Jason LaBarbera.”
“Jagr looks like hell.”
“oooohhh, take it off, take it aaaall off…”
Sorry to burden you with such trite nonsense, but I needed to write something. It was either this or a long post where I type “All lose and no win make Bill a dull boy” over and over and over and over...
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