no, no, no, no no... it was towards T. Low as well, I was agreeing with you!
oops. Sorry guys. Now that you say that, I totally see how it can be taken that way. But trust me, thats not the way I meant it at all. Apologies to the OP.
Meant it to be like we're all jonesin for some hockey just like the OP said and have run out of things to post about. You know, like, "we've posted a thead on every single topic in the hockey world, I want to help get him out of his depression...but I can't think of anything we haven't already discussed...s***!" type of thing.
Sorry to be such a dumbass. Sometimes my sense of humor does not transcend the internet. But more often, I'm just not that funny anyway.
"... So I said, 'Sidney, if the towels aren't hot enough, I'm giving your trophy to Alex.' and he told me that he could win it on his own. I laughed, but the darndest thing happened. Right after I called you and told you to give it to Alex I got bumped in the head by a penis- hard! No, the bump was hard, not, well now that you mention it... Anyway back to the trophy. The guy who bumped me said it wasn't his fault; that it was a matter of physics. He's 6'6", you see. Yeah, really. What? You just mind your own beeswax, mister. That's for me to know and for you to find out.
"And so I really need you to re-engrave that Hartford Whales trophy. What? Oh, sorry. Prince of Wales. I don't know these hockey things, man. I'm just in it for the money. Yeah, it can wait until you get back from your trip to Vegas- just don't forget to do it or we'll both be embarrassed. Right...Flyers. Thanks, and this conversation never happened, right? Right."