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Murph WAS serious eye candy. I wouldn't mind Mac doing it. In fact, I'd love to hear what he says about some of the fighting nowadays. Homer would be funny, but I just wonder how much he'd have to be "bleeped", and you can't do that without the dreaded delay. Still, Murph was Murph. Just your typical, average buddy who comes over to tip back a few and watch a game and makes comments on it, except that he isn't in your house and he's a Cup champ and he's getting paid to do it, and he's cooler than anyone you actually hang around with.

I'd rather see Murph stammering through the intermission than the emotionless post they have now. I wonder if he got too tipsy and said something he shouldn't have.

Johnny Cash. Starsky or Hutch?

Nope. For some reason, I've never liked them. The person below me laid their own flooring. (I did.)

What a night for Pavel. Congratulations. All accolades are well-deserved.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hated the glasses, but I loved Murph. This is very sad news for me. I enjoyed him immensely.

tv. I have no attention span. Fudge or caramel?

I do that the day after Halloween. After Easter, it's open season on Peeps. The person below me keeps extra batteries on hand in case of an emergency.

Good. He deserves to have it. May it be the first of many he scores for the Wings.

Sad that Toots isn't in, but Dats can handle Perry should the need arise. Go Wings! Fry the Ducks! Awesome beards, FlashyG. Cleary's looks real.

Regular toothbrush, and the kind with the skinny handle that fits in my toothbrush holder rather than the ones with the fat handles that are in vogue nowadays. Jazz or blues? (the music genres, not the sports teams)

Oh, yes. Actually, I stubbed my toe on the closet door, hit my ankle on the door frame, scraped my leg on the dresser drawer (got the knee on the corner- ouch!) smacked my hand on the dresser, and twisted my back during the fall. My words would only appear as asterisks, so I won't bother. The person below me has fallen out of bed recently- hopefully with fewer injuries than I got- whilst sleeping alone.

In Soviet Russia, hockey player hit puck. Maybe Pasha should mentor Eaves in Mother Country methods.

If you've still got it, go for it.

Henceforth he shall wear a cage and/or bubblewrap.

I also follow the Wild, but not when they play my Wings. Wings 14: Everyone except the guys who don't. Wild 3: Cullen hattie.

House. Electric shaver/razor, disposable, or old school blade?

Nope. No beer of any kind for me. Allergic to hops. The person below me licks the frosting out of the middle of cookies like oreos and then eats the cookie part.

I've got the Irish, so I celebrate in spirit, but I don't go out, because, like New Year's Eve, amateur drunks are out in full force, and we seasoned veterans find them annoying. The person below me is celebrating St. Urho's day http://www.sainturho.com/ despite not being Finnish.

I'm single. I think to be married, you have to find the right person and have the right disposition. More annoying: e-mail spam or junk mail?

I'll be here for half of the game before leaving for work. It seemed to work well for us last night. From what I hear, Flip scored minutes after I left. Go Wings!

Of course it's a compliment, Mike, you're a very nice looking young man. Here's the love of my life, Drew- (Andrew Patrick Ian Todd)

We can't blow this team up. They would lose games. Have you ever been around here when we lose? It's like we'll never win another game ever. If we blow up the team, hundreds of LGW people will die and no one will be left to feed their puppies. Besides, in the games where they've tried it, blowing hasn't been working all that well for the Wings this season anyway. What we need is a nice veteran d-man (think Cheli about 10 years ago) who will come in and help Smith and Lashoff develop, but can be counted on to take minutes when injuries strike. Kind of what Clolocolcoclcaoclocvio was supposed to be, only better and less injured. Then we need Helm back, and perhaps a top six forward, preferably a sniper. That's hardly blowing up the team, it's just tweaking it. We also need to clarify to the boys that "give it your all for a full 60 minutes" does not mean 60 random minutes in their days. It means "the 60 minutes when the clock is running".

Me too. Are we related? I don't care what we could get for him. He's given us enough years, thrills, goals, and fun sound bites that the man deserves to go out as he pleases. Even if he's cool with a trade, I don't want another team to have his talent against us. Not to mention that I don't want another team getting him and then we lose to them in the first round, which would be our luck.

It's a good thing I looked to see who was posting. I read the first two sentences and was about to raise a single-finger salute. Cheers, friend. I'll take the eleventy-five, but it's gonna be eleventy-five to one-half. Young Mike Babcock for kipwinger: Note that he floats in mid-air. Just like an apparition or a hologram. I think you might be on to something.