Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thrashtards Take Mark Bradley Literally, The End.

Main Entry: sat·ire
Pronunciation: \ˈsa-ˌtī(-ə)r\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French or Latin; Middle French, from Latin satura, satira, perhaps from (lanx) satura dish of mixed ingredients, from feminine of satur well-fed; akin to Latin satis enough — more at sad
Date: 1501
1 : a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn
2 : trenchant wit, irony, or sarcasm used to expose and discredit vice or folly

Jeezus, you people.

Not all of you, of course. All of US. This hyper-touchiness and lack of humor about our comical team (and it is comical) condemns us all. May Space Jebus and the ghost of Jonathan Swift have mercy on us.


GoPuckYourself said...


Just think of it all...crepes and tasty bordeaux in the concession stands? Thrashers management having a "Law & Order Appreciation Night" in Raymond's honor, because nobody realizes that Domenech isn't Sam Waterson? Oh, it's better than if we hired Mourinho or Conan O'Brian as coach!

C'mon people, that's change you can believe in! Viva la France!

Mortimer Peacock said...

YES. That way we can never score a goal for the rest of our lives.

Mortimer Peacock said...

THOUGH...crepes and tasty bourdeaux in the concessions stands would probably be a great public service.

Absinthe, too, for when the going gets really rough.