This is going to be long. Well, maybe. But for sure profanity laced.

What a shitty fucking night for hockey. My darling Caps lose. Ovie is going to have some time on his hands to practice his Segway skills. And play Xbox. The Flames lost. Fucking Sharks. It doesn’t even snow in San Jose.

Then, the Chiefs were all over the place. Tokarski let two Ams goals back to back. I was actually cursing loudly. It makes me feel better when I curse. Though I was not the only one seating kicking and sailor spitting. Surprise surprise, we go to overtime again. 2-2. Fucking Yellow Horn had a goal. Seriously, I wish I could hate him to death. The second period was riddled with penalties. Pretty much if you were in a Spokane sweater, you were getting tossed in the box.

Then the overtime. Where do I start with that? Tokarski goes behind the net to clear out the puck. And we all saw it coming. An Am swoops in and bam. Goal scored. Toka just fell forward. I think he was crying. We all were misty. Dammit Dustin, stop doing that. Generally you are good at guessing when you can go behind the net and ship the puck. But I think you need a refresher. Nothing needs to be said to Toka. He knows what he did and all those fucking cliches and shit. There are no speeches needed.

Series tied at 2-2. I should pull a Canadien and light some cop cars on fire.

Also, some fucking cum dumpster decided he did not like Jessica’s cowbell and proceeded to call her names and tell her to go eat some food and calm down. I don’t have enough insults for this guy. Really. It was a cherry on a fantastic evening of hockey.