Bertuzzi Wears Pink Panties?
off the top:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LISA JOG!
the score:
Trade deadlines fuck with me. One minute, you have all these guys who have been around for years, and suddenly, you have all these new guys, and everyone walks around like nothing happened. It's bizarre. Personally, I think we kind of got the short end of the stick in this year's wheeling and dealing. We lost Rachunek, who, although rather inconsistent at times, and something of a nancy boy, and Giroux, a hard-hitting prospect with a scoring touch, for this
DeVries dude. He'd better pan out. Then
we get rid of the Sheriff for a draft pick! Please. I pray to whatever gods exist that Volchenkov and Varada and Bonk get their asses back into the lineup soon, or the law will be broken, and no one will be around to set things right . . .
I'm feeling
a strong sense of vindication right now. I WAS RIGHT, GODDAMN IT!
off the ice:
What did I tell you about hockey players being immature? Moore hits Naslund. Naslund says, "oh, poor me, I'm such a big, poofy star. Woe is me, blah blah freaking blah." Bertuzzi, the panty-wearer, takes his captain's grizzling to heart and, although not normally a fighter, BEANS poor little Moore and
nearly kills him. Boys are stupid.
in other news:
Apparently, Sympatico is having difficulties with their POP server. BOO HOO. FIX IT NOW.
grrr . . .
I'd be more voluble in my complaints but I have a shitload of essay to right tonight, so --
Posted by Ally at March 10, 2004 12:00 AM