Alright, what is there to be said about last night’s game? Oh, that it was nearly the same game as Friday. And the winning goal did not occur until the second overtime period. Except it was the Ams and not the Chiefs. I won’t lie I was getting a bit tired in the break before the second overtime. I recall whining, “I am missing the Rock of Love reunion.”

It was a nice and neat game. For the most part all the Ams fans were all nice and my non-existent billy club was not needed. Though the music at the game? Oh god was it awful. It was like every band I have ever hated. Played the entire time. Oh and the Cotton Eyed Joe. Boys and men everywhere tore off their shirts. Twirled them over head. My eyes burned. I felt a little vomm coming on.

I will never support the shirt off twirling it overhead unless I am around men of David Beckham caliber. If Clive Owen or Gerard Butler wanted to do that, I’d be like “well shit, ok.” But you, dollface? Put your fucking shirt back on.

I really hope the next games do not go into two overtime periods. Because I am a girl who does not handle stress well.

Now for some pictures of my pretty, pretty boys.

Ulmer.

I see you baby, shakin’ that ass.

Your goaltender.

Mr Blackwater.

El Capitan.

I somehow find this song fitting. Don’t hate! You totally loved it back in the day, yo.
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