Well well well... The Oilers have their work before them.
(edited, just to preserve my own conscience.
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Somewhere, someone (north of Calgary) once wrote this summary:
An egregious defensive implosion, and a Blue Plate Special by Skinner once again by this team.
- very angry fan 66 (room 8-19)
Two of those comeback goals came against the finest centreman in the system (planetary not farm league) line, with the all-star diamond encrusted, and guilded superman being culpable (in my opionion) on both. This monkey boinking team is just even so entitled to free wins and and their mincing skating style play reflects it. They don't stand a Higg's boson's chance in an ocean of heavy water when this happens. Cheat for offence, admire a pass, kick back, let the eyes cross, lose focus, set back and lay back sippin' coconut water with an umbrella in the glass just a-thinkin' they have this donkey boinking game in the bag... and then, look at that, Skinner pecks his schnozz, and of course his mustache locks up, and lo and behold he brings out the beautiful shining silver plate of polished hockey pucks, pucks for free, the usual fine time of delivery for skip the dishes Skinner, Blue plate special - order's up! and forks over a blue plate Skinner special. To be even and fair-minded now, the team snarfed decaying oyster entrails and various gonadal remnants defensively though and that led to the titanic and mind numbing implosion main sequence in the first monkey boinking place. Whats his name Mister 9 million even managed to shoot the puck withis ass cheeks. Just crazy glue the 9.25 contract to Hollands butt afore he leaves for Columbus.
Even I even don't even know what even lineup changes even will do even. This team just prances and parades through a sad dance of multiple monkey boinking coaches, even beyond that, multiple boinking lineup iterations, continue to offer a palpable demonstration of their titanic lack of lack of commitment or motivation and commitment (again) to the Holy Defensive Side (HDS*) of the game. Even - may as well hurl the slightly decayed carcass of Kaptain Pickard into the net, even if he dies in the crease that's the only change I can see that will mollify me at this point. Monkey boinking firetrucking dinks are this group of chicken chokers, and that includes the finest centreman the World has Ever Known...
*1. HDS - or how to sequester 110 points per year. Chapter 6. In: Hockey Lore for the Masses by Rick Bowness, 2024. Bloody Nose Press, Plum Coulee, MB.
Summary:
- Started out good then completely and utterly treble shot the bed in the 2nd.
- Stopped skating, stopped pushing (true) north, just laid back, a-sippin' cocktails, like its an inner tube race down the North Saskatchewan crick, lookin' like lazy morons in our zone.
- tried to lay hits in the second like they's hung over, and the boards were church pews, and Knoblok was the choir master.
- Cici and Nursemaid literally begged the Dallas Stars to rare back, get back, have at it.
