I don't even care who is in net and who has dignity anymore I just want to win.
Talking about this crap is so dam annoying already.
Can't wait to drink pilsner and eat Doritos during HNIC while my wife does the dishes and cusses me out.
Well said Noheart...here's wishing your pint is frosty cold, you have some some five layer dip for your Doritos, a comfortable recliner or sectional, and a big screen tv with high def/surround sound to dull the the wrath of all hockey widows in Canuck nation.
The happiest person in Canuck nation when Luongo gets traded will be my wife because she won't have to hear my profanities when Bobby Lou lets in a soft one (she doesn't understand my rants towards Luongo, especially since she knows I am a big fan of his most of the time).
The only time my wife showed any compassion for me during the hockey season was the night of Game 7 of Stanley Cup Finals in 2011. I was returning from a business trip from NYC, and when I landed around midnight, I had a text from her where she expressed her concerns that, on the account of the riot, access to our Yaletown townhouse was blocked off...she was afraid that the cab I was in was going to get looted and lit on fire. Granville Bridge was blocked off, but thankfully I was able to make it home via Quebec Street and Expo Blvd./Pacific Street. It warmed my heart that she was worried about me....but it was a one-off.