Things I don't have time for before puck drop against the Broons in twenty minutes, but will definitely touch upon in the coming four days because our next game, against the Flyers, is televised on Pay-Per-Screwed only and hence does not actually exist:
- Still coming to grips with getting bitch slapped by the Laffs. Psychoanalysis expenses are piling up as I write this. Relax, Laff-heads, I'm not ducking you. I'll have my recap, complete with multiple derivations of the word "shit" soon. Parental discretion advised.
- Martin Lapointe? Really? What, was Harold Snepts not available? And who let Mucks back into the building and then gave him unsupervised access to a telephone?
- Hue-ETTE for...nothing. Was Gainey screwed by a certain Mr. D. Waddell? I think so.
- I for one welcome our new Flightless Bird Overlords.
- How, in the name of all that is holy, does John Paddock still have a job?
Okay gentlemen. The Deadline has come and gone. You're all (inexplicably) still here. How about you relax a tad, and go play some hockey? Hm? Yes? Hockey? You've heard of it? Super!
