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perhaps it just the cynical side of me, being as how I am an ugly broad here, but I doubt any of them are there for the career move or resume. Anyone who needs a cheerleader to know when to cheer at a hockey game lives in Nashville. And I hope the Wings NEVER stoop to ice scraping chickies and "cheerleaders". My game has already been pooped on enough by this sort of 'innovation.' There are plenty of places to go oogle half-clad girls. Does it have to lap over (no pun intended) into the NHL?

thanks, that's the one that keeps lagging and dying on me. The Blues feed works - gag. I will do what I have to do, I guess.

I can't find a feed that will stay up... ya'll keep posting scores, OK? Thanks!!

mmm... cramberry juice and vokak. Go, Wings... please?

not yet, but I am going to get one after Christmas.

regular books, they smell right with ink and paper and bindings and such. firecrackers or sparklers?

I guess you're right, Chrissy. I just think it would be nice to hear it, once, from someone who meant it. I am going to die waiting, I suspect. I think I have a poltergeist in my house. I keep losing my keys.

Aside from my deceased father, no man has ever called me "beautiful."

Awesome selection of music... I approve!! I am without tunes right now, my old mp3 player bit the dust. I am holding out for my new phone (4G EVO) in a couple of months when my upgrade is available. I worked out with my trainer tonight, did a lot of cardio and running and endurance stuff. I can't lift anything with my right hand, since I busted my elbow last Friday, so I am limited in what I can do. It's distressing. Oh, well. Treadmill and elliptical, with no hand rails, on alternate days. We will think of something to keep me going, while this heals a bit.

You could be Crosby, then. Yes, that's a good series... The person below me thinks they are hot.

of course, we remember you! We need quality posters here -- like us! Glad you came back. Cedar fever is on the rise here. Achoo!!!

no snow shoveling here. It was 70 degrees outside. The person below me is an orphan.

I prefer cats. Dad wouldn't let us get another dog when mine was killed by a car when I was 6... so I didn't grow up with dogs. Watch politicians blather about taxes, or jump into a flaming pit of tar?

No, it's not. Glad you found something positive about the cold and snow. I've been remembering, too, when I lived in Minnesota and Iowa and Indiana... and wading in snow. There were a lot of good times then, sometimes because of the snow - not in spite of it.

we've got some new folks you will really like, so welcome back!! I hurt my elbow on Friday, too, Konnan. Hope yours is better. Mine looks like it's been in a car wreck. Awful looking, but still functional. More or less.

You and I get this... we're about it, here.

It's my fault. I am the reverse whammy, goalie-wrecking, shutout curse queen... but I worked late and missed half the game. That, and it's Versus' fault. And Crosby's. It does work, yes.

Well, not always... but yeah, you have a point, there.

I agree with the crowd at the Joe. Boo. Boo, Wings. For God's sake... I haven't seen them this bad in quite a while. Perhaps they will do shooting drills tomorrow, with a cutout of Quick in the net.

Versus, the All Crosby, All the Time Network. Gag.

You've been here a while, too, I see.

apparently, nothing will spark offense tonight. I simply refuse to lay all the blame on Jimmy, when there are four lines of guys out there... doing nothing. He can't be deflated by this game, but they can? Poor babies. Perhaps if they had gotten even one goal after that third one against, we'd have a different ending?

Quick's got their number.

Jimmy's on the other end of the ice. He can't help them score... even one? Really. One more time: 2 goals or 5 against, it doesn't matter if you can even score one.

zero offense means a loss... regardless of the other team's scoring. Not on Jimmy that they did nothing tonight. I think everyone is quick to forget (no pun intended) just how good Jimmy is the majority of the time. But this is Detroit. Under the bus you go, kiddo. sigh... shut out.