Thursday, February 16, 2012

Loser Point, Departed style:

On McQuaid:
For his own good, tell Mullet and the Colin Campbell Kids all of us tie down our sweaters. Because here - in this country... it don't add inches to your dick. You get a game misconduct for it. 
What we generally do - in this country... is both guys wear their fight strap.   No tie-down, no play! 

On Chara's bleeding:
You need some cranberry juice. It's a natural diuretic. What is it, your period?

On Goaltender interference:
I'm the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there's guys you can't. I'm gonna make a ruling on this right now. You don't hit him. You understand?

On Brad Marchand:
Fucking rats. It's wearing me thin.
It's a team of rats.

On David Krejci:
Hey, you come from Providence? Delivering cannolis or something? 

On tying the game only to lose in a shootout:
One point? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my head off!



Friday, February 10, 2012

Whoopity doo

Yeah, like, congratulations and stuff. You're so bleeding awful we need to have a party when you finally score 368 days after your last NHL goal.

Maybe you should be trying to score in the minors. You'll probably have more success.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Snore...Whuh...huh?

Did I miss something? A Habs-Devils game? Chris Lee officiating?

Nothing. Go back to sleep.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

All-Star performance

Watching last night's game, I starting thinking early on about a shutout. Carey Price was obviously feeling it. He was in the zone, and stood on his head all game long. It's really too bad his teammates didn't go along for the ride and give him some goal support, because this was a game the Habs should have won. But when you give up 40 shots on net, the results aren't likely to turn out in your favor.