Showing posts with label clone Erik Cole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clone Erik Cole. Show all posts

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Habs 2, Caps 3 (SO): Enjoy

That's right, Caps. Enjoy. You won't be going to shootouts in the playoffs. (Assuming you make them). But if you play this way against the Rangers, I'm thinking the Rangers might actually win this time.

Erik Cole continues being awesome regardless of what's happening. And what a drive by Patches.

Tomas Jagr made a triumphant return. Even in a shitty year like this Pleky has another 50-point season.

Lars Eller is the new Plekanec. Someone has to give these guys finishers. Would it kill anyone to take a few shifts in DD's spot? Especially on the road?

Hendricks scores in shootouts, tries to get PK to fight him, and runs away from Brad Staubitz.

NHL should switch to the AHL shootout format. I wanted to see Palushaj have a go.

Help me I have an adorable puppy sleeping next to me and he's farting. Silent but deadly! I thought it was something rotten in my fridge...

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Habs 1, Leafs 3: I can hear the sighs from here...

Thirty minutes does not make a hockey game, guys. I can hear Price sighing from here. Even in this loss his save percentage actually gets better. Which means DO YOUR FUCKING JOBS, GUYS. Not even going to waste my time bitching about Ca-Ka again...

It's too bad because that was a lovely fan-made mask for Price for the yearly contest. Last fan-mask I think the Habs were shutout 3-0...

Oh and Erik Cole is awesome but I think y'all know that. Also I think Staubitz was whistling while he was fighting.

But you know what? I'm cool with this right now. Well no I HATE it when they lose to the Leafs... Mostly I'm so bouncing off the walls happy to announce that I got myself a puppy! YES! My own puppy! And a friend for Ziggy when we got visit. (Well he'll have to go to my parents house a few times a week anyway since my dad's retired and I'm at work). It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. My mom told me about these gorgeous dogs at Nature (where we got Ziggy). I wanted to see them. Seriously fell in love with the little guy. He was all kinds of cuddles and love! Initially I was interested in the Cockaliers that were there. (Oh my god they were so beautiful). But I kept going back to this little guy... He's a Teckel-Chihuahua and will only be about 8 pounds max. I think he might be smaller though. As of now he's only 4 months old. Seems to play well with other dogs and apparently loves the cats too.

When we left, he was cuddling his big brother. They know they'll be leaving each other soon. The lady told me his brother was sold a half hour before I got there, so at least they both have homes now!

I'm going to name him Toaster.

He started taking a nap on my mom's shoulder
Since Pleky died, it's been real quiet in here. I can't wait to bring the little guy home... My mom says he's the size of a guinea pig. So right now I'm busy puppy proofing my apartment, which is also a great excuse to clean out the place big time. Seriously freaking out though because I don't know where I'm going to put his cage... I think my room might be the only place.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Habs 1, Sabres 3: Go back to your All-Star break

So Price spent a weekend charming the world, getting scored on for fun, and partying in Hull (and maybe in Ottawa before 1am), returns to Montreal, has a day off Monday while his teammates have a full 2pm practice, comes to the Bell Centre tonight...and stands on his head like he never spent 4 days partying.

What a terrible waste of an All-Star performance by his teammates. His only reward was first star honors to flip signed pucks to the fans.

And of course in a one-goal game, they pull him for the extra man, and give up the empty net to that fuckwit troll Kaleta of all people.

I think Miller's crease needs to be mopped up from all that drool as he took a 60 minute nap.

Meanwhile, Paul Gaustad is a prick. After the final siren, he asked Patches (who scored his 18th goal) where Chara was. Gorges and Darche were about ready to jump on him but the refs got in the way. And we gave Gaustad a 3rd star too for his lucky goal (his 5th)... Guessing that was non-fan voted as an automatic by the veto man behind the scenes. Asswipe. In a game you just won 3-1, tied in the bottom of the barrel with the Habs? And you do that? Big strong man--the same man who did nothing while his goalie got run--hiding safely behind the fact the game was over and the refs were holding Gorges back?

Hey Gaustad, where's Lucic?

I'm not posting a cute animal picture tonight. Instead I'm posting the video of Emelin's latest BOOM victim. Only because it was Pominville.

DESTROYED!