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Perfecto with a long distance wrap shot
Perfecto with a long distance wrap shot
GDT: GAME 67 - Friday, March 14th, 2025 - Winnipeg Jets vs. Dallas Stars - 7:00pm CDT - TSN3 - CJOB/Power 97
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Gotta survive the Stars forecheck, out hit and out skate them
If Stanley coughs the puck up twice like Schenn did twice last shift, there'd be two pages of posts crucifing him
I'd be real worried if they didn't against the Stars on a Friday night
There's a lot of energy in the arena tonight. The game has been really good so far. Hope they can continue.
They called him Turbo in Seattle and Hossa in college.
This is from his time in Pittsburgh.
What is your hockey nickname?
I have a couple. My old college roommates called me Hossa. I'm not really sure how Hossa came along. It just kind of stuck when we were freshmen.
Then some of my old teammates in Winnipeg call me Rusty. When I signed out of college and went to Winnipeg, my gear was pretty beat up and my skates had gone through the ringer. They were beating rust out of my rivets and 'Buff' (Dustin Byfuglien) was going through my equipment and gave me the nickname Rusty. Ever since then it stuck. We've already got a Rusty here (Bryan Rust), so we'll look for something new (laughs). We've yet to come up with one here yet, but I'm sure it will happen shortly.
Too busy eating chips and watching the second line pass the puck around like it's on a string.
I mentioned elsewhere that he could try to string 2 short passes together in the DZ.
Friends, hockeymad, beerleaguers, lend me a beer,
We come to bury the Stars, not to praise them.
All the world’s a stage,
And Shuffles, JoMo and Fly merely players.
We have our dangles and clap-bombs;
And roll 2 or so O-minded lines;
And within their shifts play many parts.
So be it.
Cry “Havoc!” and let fly the pucks of icy war,
That the Stars’ foul deeds shall smell above the earth
With carrion plays, groaning for burial.
Woe to the Dallas’d hand that offer their costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy—
And forsee Oettinger’s frights,
And who dost scurry and flee,
From the hail of pucks of blinding velocity,
From the blade of mighty Vilardi,
Sporting sickest perversions and heavy iceminits1
To fulfil the voice and utterance of my tongue—
A curse shall light upon the points of the Stars.
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Dallas.
SAMHAUS
We come to bury the Stars, not to praise them.
All the world’s a stage,
And Shuffles, JoMo and Fly merely players.
We have our dangles and clap-bombs;
And roll 2 or so O-minded lines;
And within their shifts play many parts.
So be it.
Cry “Havoc!” and let fly the pucks of icy war,
That the Stars’ foul deeds shall smell above the earth
With carrion plays, groaning for burial.
Woe to the Dallas’d hand that offer their costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy—
And forsee Oettinger’s frights,
And who dost scurry and flee,
From the hail of pucks of blinding velocity,
From the blade of mighty Vilardi,
Sporting sickest perversions and heavy iceminits1
To fulfil the voice and utterance of my tongue—
A curse shall light upon the points of the Stars.
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Dallas.
SAMHAUS
There it is! Huge opening goal by Samberg!
That was a beautiful f***ing goal right there. Good job, Samberg.
