I confess I didn’t do the math myself. I’d been wondering whose idea of good idea it’d been to go into the NHL’s wickedest conference with the goaltending tandem of Andrew Raycroft and Peter Budaj. (I also have some issues with building around guys who the Leafs don’t want.) But it took […]
Category Archives: Collision
if you really need them…
I would respectfully like to dedicate this post to Sami Kapanen, who on the ice never tried less than his hardest, and in NHL2k3 was one hell of a player.
Since moving to California, I’ve had to enact and endure some changes. One such change is that I’m now involved in television production. One […]
happy birthday, Canada!!
SMOKE POINT!
This is a huge series of novels, innovating the genre known as chefspionage. NYC’s hottest cook, brilliant, bisexual Alix Tarragon, and her tough-as-nails lesbian roommate Abby Toir cater to any reader with a taste for action! They’ve garnered–and garnished!–accolades like:
“More than just the pinot is noir in these hard-hitting yarns!”
“This series does […]
titles go here: a rope of sand
on & on south of heaven…
OR
as the world spins in darkness, Kris Draper imagineers the downfall of all mankind…
AKA
another theory (and another season) shot to shit:
the Stanley Cup Finals are decadent and depraved…in all the wrong ways
Harlan Ellison paraphrases Mark Twain such that ‘if you believe human existence is any kind of direct manifestation of […]
it’s all just a vain parade
Well, that’s just fucking great. The Avs rehire Granato, which might not seem like a catastrophe…it might not seem like a big deal at all. But it’s a telling sign of where exactly the Avs think they are, and how they think they should act. From my vantage point in the East […]
a view before
Any reputable hockey blog will do a season preview. But so will we. And by “we”, I mean “me, after many beers and a short night paying money to look at naked women”. By hell, the time I spend on the ‘nets, plus the dough I drop on preview magazines, I swear […]
ding-dong!
As the last post was in preparation, I learned that the population of Hell has increased by one vicious madman:
Bill Wirtz has died.
Since Wirtz is probably best described as the Mussolini of hockey, we can only hope that Chris Chelios comes riding into Chicago to crucify Bad Bill’s maggoty body upside-down outside the United Center. […]
on cocks
Like most people, I understand that the New Jersey Devils are a wretched hive of scum and villany. So it wasn’t a surprise when I discovered that recent Devil escapee Sc*tt G*m*z had been arrested for cockfighting.
Working for Lou “I am become ruiner of worlds” Lame-O-Rama, playing in Cockinental Airlines Arena, these things will […]