Flintstone Cicarelli

Is there any irony (the most overused and misused word on the intertubes) in the idea that in a discussion about class a poster uses female nicknames for male players? I wonder where, in the grand scheme of life, misogyny ranks on the list of classlessness. I would wager it might be higher than boarding. Can you, MrB0629, explain what exactly it is about women you find so horrible that the mere mention that man might be one is such a slight to their character?

but, a gritty 1-star if I ever saw one.

Forthcoming is as forthcoming is gleaned from the post. Tis' no ones fault but yours (or maybe your public school system) that the post was not as forthcoming as you needed it to be. Next time I will write it in crayon or better yet with one of those gigantic pencils on the three-lined practice paper they give you in the 2nd grade.

A cogent point emerges. The OP agrees.

www.dictionary.com for the words that you didn't know. or email me with questions about any concepts of the OP that escaped you. wink.

See post #7 protip: the OP could be OP'd on any hockey board in any city for any team.

So classless of you to not give me better constructive critisism. wink.

the post -------------- your head

Mr. Cicarelli disagrees with you.

Mr. Talbot disagrees with you.

Man oh man, I do not like to do this going out on a limb stuff...especially when my medical degree was given as an honorary degree instead of an actually earned degree, but what the H - E- Double Hockey sticks..........I'm going to go with 2 days of rest better?

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Staal isn't even the superior talent in his own famlily. In my neck of the woods, we have dubbed him Cap'n Limp Wrist. Up and until the shortie last night, I'd have put a large chunk of the series losing on Staal's back...not chasing down pucks, not planting his stick on the ice, losing sight of the puck on the abs goal and over general malaise. Stall would have most likey fanned or heeled the center from Malkin that Crosby made look like and easy chipper for goal 4 last night.

YOINK!

There goes my late night Fat Albert and the Gang rerun addiction. Oh, CROSBY...CROSBY. Ok. sorry.

Aha, you must have experienced Mellon Arena when it went by the more demure moniker, The Civic Arena, back in the day. Feeling the breeze from the outside world invade the crowd like a whiff of exhaled life as the roof opened synchronized to the Pink Floyd on stage jamming "Breath"...sublime, purely sublime. The bemasked and histrionic icon band KISS lit up the Arena as well, maybe not as harmonically and in touch as they would in say in....Detroit Rock City. Mellon Arena is a steel monstrosity barely arching like a mump against the Pittsburgh skyline. it is like most of Pittsburgh: a little outdated, a little behind the times, but it is ours. I miss the wind in Three Rivers Stadium too. One never had worry about a cold beer; keeping the hotdogs warm was a whole different story. Our city is in the midst of a forced and contrived transformation. Seat licenses and corporate boxes for all!! Twenty-dollar beers are all the rage these days. Be sure to get your Mellon Bank ™ penguin shaped frisbee (while supplies last, free to children under 12 accompanied by an adult, we reserve the right to transfer or change the free offering at our sole discretion, Pat Pent). Me, I'll be at my regular set in Alexions Bar and Grill, $2.50 Miller High Lifes and shots of Jack on goals. Stop by and we'll talk about the two-line pass and how to spot a real Jagr throwback mullet.

As I sat in my local bar on the outskirts of Pittsburgh last night watching game 3, drinking a cold beer and swearing at Fluery everytime he bumbled out of the net and fumbled with the puck like a bear cub playing with his pecker with boxing gloves on; I couldn't but think "damn the Wings are killing us tonight". Sure, we won. Sure, bounces and penalties and circumstances help the lesser playing team win a hockey game some nights. But, I'll be damned if the rank and file Pens fans in the bar and the ones that streamed in coming from the game all had a voice of domination and Pens solid play etc etc etc. I sipped my beer silently and thought; christ all mighty, we better play more solid hockey in the next few games or we'll be watching the red and white hoist the hardware again. Three fans in the slot by Zetterberg and Franzen away from being a 5-2 hockey game; I saw it. Then today, I visit this forum to see what the faithful Wingnuts are saying and I see threads about Cooke and Orpik and dirty play etc etc etc and I sipped my coffee and silently thought "When Krommie does it the Pens fans say the same thing". It is all about perspective. Hockey fans have zero perspective and fine honed in homer feelings. And I love them. Sit in a bar and listen during the next game; you'll hear the worst hockey color commentary from the gin soaked louts to the right and left. I love hockey fans. I read twitterings of Bettman's hands on the game and his orchestrating a ratings series and I laugh. I wonder why he didn't give the Pens game 1 to make it real interesting. I wonder how he moves the post to deflect shots when he needs it too. I wonder how he knows that the 4 or 5 power plays he allowed the refs to call in each game would be enough to keep his master plan on track. I love hockey fans. I do. Heres to a great game 4, 5 and hopefully 6 or 7. I'll love every comment, off-based ranting diatribe, sickening me-focused screed and every bashing, tongue lashing and intra-hockey-fan-forum fight. And my sphincter will buckle everytime I see a huge mule in the crease untouched and a sharp shooter in red left open at the point while my team in black stand dizzily watching. I'll sip my beer and wonder why in God's name someone doesn't d-up the point man and chuck the crease squatter. I love hockey fans. I love hockey. I do.

16 bucks says the author of the above post snagged Sam Baker's sex quiz and got kicked in the testicles by a chinamen. Dat you? Yea, dat me?

Alas, there is no aventure in a 5 game series. You don't even have enough time to get the accumulation of adrenaline.

I'd dare say it is a tossup (or a faceoff) whether or not to find credence in the advice from a hockey forum resident or a poster with a nom de plume fashioned after an adolescent term for an erection. Contrived indeed. (some sort of smiling emoticon)

Three Mile Island would have been a more apropos allusion, but I see what you were going for.

If the Tigers get shelled tomorrow afternoon will you put in a wager on the Pens with your local wiseguy?

And if it doesn't....forget you read it here so Beware's next prediction has a chance of being taken serioulsy. /add smiley

For today. Tomorrow I might try on my Peter King. You'll love me when i am Andy Rooney. Did you even notice that they call it "icing", the whole thing is ice, wouldn't any shot technically be icing.....when i was a kid we called cake frosting "icing".