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Written by SLC
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Wednesday, 23 December 2009 21:38 |
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Do you think I gave a rat's ass about the two points? Fuck. And. No. The Captain was down. The Captain was down as the result of a head shot. The Captain was down as the result of a head shot that the retarded gerbils holding the whistles decided was just hunky-dory. From that point on, I didn't give a shit about the two points. All I wanted was to see Craig Adams gutted like a fucking carp and hanging upside down behind our bench as a warning to others.
What did you do? Did you come out for the second period of a 1-1 game with righteous anger in your hearts and a lust for vengeance in your stride? No. Did you up your game in honour of the egregiously wronged pillar of the entire franchise? No. Did you even give a shit? Doubtful. So what did you do?
You rolled over like fucking dogs and took it up the ass for seven straight goals.
Oh, sure, Neiler and Carks tried. They always do. As for the rest of you...while you're showering tonight, do yourselves a favour and ask Santa for a pair of balls. God knows you won't find the set you have now.
Merry Christmas ladies.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 23 December 2009 22:13 |
To me a guy like Kuba exemplifies what is wrong with this team. Gutless, heartless, listless, useless. Not worth the jersey he wears.
Sens Season - Time of Death 14:20 of the first period - 12/23/2009.
Should also begin the countdown to the post-Murray era.
Clouston deserves better than this.