It’s here! Beautiful, mesmerizing, keeps you up at night through four OTs, throw your grandma down the stairs for tickets, playoff hockey! I have a good feeling, Vancouver is jumping, let’s just get this started. I don’t think I need to go into much more detail. Cheer your asses off and enjoy the day. I’ll leave you with two quick things.
The NYT hockey blog asked me to write a Canucks/Blues series preview. Somehow I fooled the NYT into thinking I’m a classy dame, even after mentioning hot bitches and Lui’s pimp cane. It must have helped that I wrote it in an evening dress and monocle.
This is all I need to get me pumped for the playoffs. The NHL killed with this. If this doesn’t at least give you goosebumps, you’re probably a robot.