Flip-check

If Youtube had it, I'd make a t-shirt out of it. INSTANTLY

He wants a rematch with Lebda too for the snub.

Talk about minute men, damn son. And it looks like my aim's all crapped out too, so that's why I'm not on it. Tomorrow had better be satisfying. I didn't get any kind of bang for that buck!

QUIT SCREWING IT UP, LGW DON'T BE A BOBBY Blasphemy. There will be many, many more!

To see Turco play that puck is sweetness condensed. That guy'd better get a goal tonight, he's more than due.

I dug it actually, but yeah, it is different. It closes the ice-view off a lot, but the set-up it lets you see is somewhat novel. I wouldn't want it all the time though.

Let's bring out all the secret online clicky-clickers. I just had the most awesome swing on this course with mechanical floor escalators. It was a tearjerker!

Sans Grapes, it is far superior to NBC, madame. I think I'm listening to NHL 2K7 whenever the N guys come on. Nobody replaces the Mick and Kenny though. I... am playing online miniature golf. I never have done this before. It is addicting.

It's true, I do find your center ice fascinating. But I think it and I just weren't meant to be. CBC just turns my stomach into knots! Of love.

Wait, wait... I feel it comin' on....

Flip dyes his hair, too. He out rocks the Kid. Video game music is so awesome... I think of Waverace or any other kind of N64-era game whenever that jazzy little tune comes on CBC. It's crazy.

Man, what the f*** is with all these board hit injuries? This is getting disgusting.

What? Surely you see even the baseline physical resemblance?

It ain't happening. I'm totally pessimistic about those two. Here, have a comic. Rabs' extensive vocab reminded me of this guy:

Whenever you watch Ron talking it up out there, you see that he actually looks alright when he's got Kelly Hrudey with him. But whenever Cherry starts talking? He's always got his eye on Don for some stupid stuff that he'll have to act as a foil to.

Rabs, you and 1984 were made for eachother.

It was a terror. He ripped it off Kip's shoulder and it railed its way into the net That's a true slapshot right there. There is beauty in something like that, really.

I'm thinking the Stars/Canucks game is going to have the most potential tonight. I was hoping for more out of the Kid and his boys really, but it looks like not. I'm still game for a miraculous four goal comeback and a tying response from the Sens, but it's probably endgame here.

It's like I told Rabs the other night, only games that start at or after 10p Eastern are the ones for me. Anything else can't get me as excited anymore. For an analogy: It's like that one fine lady who enters your life and then after her, nothing else compares. VAN and DAL so far is that only fine lady that can get my blood stirred up. I'm counting on them for another solid 4OT performance!

Two tickets are booked for Hollywood, right after the Woodward Ave. parade. Say hello to our new summer jobs!

Scene shift, the night of arrival in Alberta. Robert Lang's hotel room, with the young'ns present for a game of FIFA soccer Bobby boy: Ah you suck, cheater! That windmill kick was cheap Rex! Huds: My name is JIRI! *drives the ball into the zone when play resumes, instantly setting up a drop pass and second straight goal* YEEEAAAHHHHH!!! Bobby boy, throwing the controller down in disgust: This is valls***! I am out, Robert Lang does not tolerate this. *moves past Flip on the way to the door* Val: Man, what a sore loser. *grabs the controller to control the Czech squad, but Huds scores again* This is bulls*** Rex! Huds: ----> See above Griffins shot for the goal-face all over Bobby boy grabs his smooth ladykilling leather jacket and heads for the exit, but suddenly there's an ominous knock Bobby boy pauses, querulous: Room service? I did not order any food... The knock occurs again, this time slightly louder Bobby boy: Hold on, I am cahming! *twists the handle* #44: Lang. Bobby boy: *looks up, waaaaay up* Ah... it is not the hotel service. Vhat is up big man? #44: The time has come, Lang. Your moment of destiny has arrived. Bobby boy, baffled and annoyed: Ah, vhataver. Out of my way Robert Lang has important place to go. #44: The whole world has grown tired of your laziness and your suckiness. You had one good pass last game, Lang. It is too late to redeem your turnovers and slackjaw play. Bobby boy: I say out of my way! *takes a step to muscle past Bert in the doorway* You will no detain moi! #44, shaking his head sadly like an angel of death: Come, Lang. There is training to be done throughout the night. When Game 3 arrives, you will be made ready. The hulking figure grabs Lang and whisks him off to the mystical training grounds, while the last sound in the twilight background to be heard is that of another excited, impassioned, and triumphant "YEEEAAAAHHH!!!!"

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Yeah, the rookie line is definitely rockin' it up and down the charts. Kozzie was a pretty badass playoff performer, H? It's been years, I don't remember.

This is why he made it in my handle. The kid is stellar!

Totally kidding, amigo! It was a bit tongue-in-cheek. You're about good to go.