9:09- And we've arrived in the 2nd period. BTW, there is no way on Earth that Geico gecko could ever be mistaken for an Australian in real life. That lady in the commercial has, as one fellow once put it in another context, "dead ears."
9:11- Oh yeah, hockey. Simon Gagne had a breakaway a minute ago but failed.
9:15- What's going on now? Hockey, good hockey. That's why I'm going to get up and get another eye-talian beer.
9:20- HOLY SHIT WHAT A FUCKING MOVE/GOAL/SEX ACT BY BRIERE AND CO.
DUNCAN KETIH WAS DOWN LIKE A CHUMP (HEY) OH MY GAWD...
9:25- Hossa lounges on the entire Flyers team, earns himself a penalty. He was trying ever so hard to score a goal. He looks mighty pissed off. Eddie O. is none too pleased.
9:26- PATRICK SHARP. Conn Smyth and immediate retirement and Hall of Fame induction. This is one wild-ass game.
9:31- Steve Carell: Not, in reality, funny. You heard it here first.
9:32- Hossa ain't havin' no luck no how.
9:34- Now, Jonah Hill. He's actually funny. Explosive too. Which is good, when done right.
9:35- Over on the Twitter, Puck Daddy's Black Sea correspondent Dmitry Chesnokov brings up an aspect of this series I hadn't considered: "A great game in Philadelphia! Pizza vs. Cheesesteak all square now." A fantastic angle. I love pizza, but I'v enever been a huge fan of Chicago-style pizza. Philly cheese steaks are often good but lethal.
9:37- It took me about 2 years to realize that Niklas Hjalmarsson and that "Nicholas Chalmerson" guy I kept hearing about were, in fact, one and the same.
9:41- FACT. There's a famous hockey blogger---who is Internet-famous for whatever reason---who is actually honest to God terrible in every way. WHo is he? Hint: not Wyshynski, not Mirtle, not Eklund. Guess.
9:42- The "Nick Chalmerson" of my imagination scores a damned goal! Or maybe it was Andrew Ladd. 3-2 Blackhawks. Is this the night the entire Blackhawks roster is murdered in international waters by drunken Philadelphia sports fan commandoes?
9:44- Well whuddayaknow Steve Lepore of Puck the Media fame has the same idea I do: "Superintendent Hjalmers!" he tweets.
9:47- Well, that's the end of that heated puckfest. For now. Now there's a bunch of chicks, a car, and a shape-shifting dude on my TV screen. And now a bunch of falling dominoes. And now---AHHHHHH!!!!A TALKING FOX!
9:51- That "there are no words" Stanley Cup TV spot gets me every time. I lose it around the time Teemu Selanne pulls his cap over his eyes.
9:53- Stanley Cup Itself in the hizz. Milbury and what's-his-name were just talking about stuff, and all they allowed JR to say was "Oh."
9:57- Perhaps we should move to an official 3rd period live act of blogging. Let's go.
10 comments:
Morty--A very entertaining read comparing all World Cup teams to bands/artists. Enjoy--http://www.fastbreakfutbol.com/
Awesome. I actually have the notion of doing something similar here on Friday, a post about the World Cup comparing the various national teams to NHL teams. Already have my notes for it...
Big Shooter would like to proclaim he is sick with the World Cup fever. Looking forward to Sat!
That was NASTY!
"love-blogging the 2nd period with gusto, Cajun style."
That phrase (from Twitter) makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. At least in a hockey context.
Uruguay as Beck and Argentina as Nirvana = brilliant. France as Green Day, too.
Cajun style. That call on Hossa was bogus. Glad they scored a shorty...
Should have known you didn't like Steve Carrell either. You want funny, look no farther ( or further) than Alec Baldwin. You heard it here first.
I like the "there are no words" commercial. Good stuff.
That one gives me chills, John.
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