I still wish I could hate you to death.

So, I pretty much feel EXACTLY like this;

A slightly more composed follow up is on the way. It will be the most I have ever cursed in my entire life. Which is, quite a fuck ton.

Strip snagged from PENNY ARCADE.

quel surprise follow up.

Apparently, as soon as I posted about last night, the Chiefs won. Which is pretty much amazing.

Most curious is perusing the box scores is the fact that the Ams were outshooting us like whoa. But in the first Judd Blackwater scored in the first from Chris Bruton and Ondrej Roman. Oh but then an Am scored. Ugh. Second period, oh look another Am scored. Ain’t nothing but a g thang since Drayson Bowman scored twice in the second (Bruton and Mitch Wahl; Stefan Ulmer and Trevor Glass). Oh then it all was tied up in the third. Time to hit overtime, again. Which had me hoping Dustin Tokarski wouldn’t swoop behind the pipes and basically give a goal to the Ams.

And he didn’t. The game winner came from the stick of Blackwater set up Roman and Justin Falk.

Download this: Mo Money Mo Problems by Puffy Daddy featuring Mase

I am getting ready to watch the Rangers/Pens game and apparently Sid the Kid decides when to allow the Pens fans to do a White Out. What in the fuck? This kid is the head cheerleader of the spirit squad? Does he tell the other cheerleaders when to decorate the football team’s lockers and who gets to ride in the stretch Hummer to prom? Also, this kid should never talk to the media, ever. People say David Beckham should be seen and not heard. I’d have to say the same about Sid. Except I do not find the Cros attractive at all.

Mr Avery, I hope you get up in Sid’s face/grill/kool aid, etc. Also, Avery if you could score a couple of goals, that would be great. I am in need of some points for my fantasy hockey team.

Regardless of team, can players please stop fucking blaming the game on the condition of the ice? It’s called being adaptable. Try it sometime.

Red Army.

Well it’s about time.

Finally the Chiefs organization has realized the power of red. They just sent out an email asking fans on Monday to wear red, to “Red Out” the arena.

I honestly can’t believe it took this long. Given how successful it is for the Calgary Flames;

They have a Red (fucking) Mile. I would know. I happen to be in contact with a huge Flame fan.

The Caps had their Rock the Red campaign.

For the love of god, wear red on Monday. Please? Go to like Target or Wal Mart. Buy a red shirt. That’s like four bucks. Then get a Sharpie. You probably already own like 56 of them. And write something on your shirt. What to write? How about…
Tokarski Saves.
You Got Falk’d Up.
I Heart Bowman.
Holy Roman Empire.
I Hate Colton Yellow Horn.

The possibilities are endless.

knuckle cracker.

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.

for serious, the roof is on fire.

Ahhhh. So nice to be home in my arena. With lots of legroom. And not having to wait ten minutes to take a piss.

Fun stuff. The arena was on fire tonight. Not figuratively like “oh the Chiefs are smoking the Ams!” It was on fire, as in the giant scoreboard shorted and caused a fire of unknown size. And roughly eight firefighters were crawling around the rafters. The game was not stopped. I talked to a section leader and I guess they were ready to evacuate the arena. But alas, no. The game barreled on.

Which is good. No momentum was ruined. Ondrej Roman scored in the first period from David Rutherford and Judd Blackwater. This line is amazing, and has been stellar. The playoffs really has been Roman’s Empire. Then in the third period Rutherford scored from Seth Compton and it was glorious.

Dustin Tokarski was his usual golden self. I was actually sorta paying attention to his ticks tonight. That kid must take forever to wash his hands. I don’t care, he gets the job done.

bang for the buck.

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.
Download This: Faith covered by Limp Bizkit

The next chapter;

Heading down to Tri Cities tomorrow for Game 2. I hear there will be signs. I did not partake in crafting them. But I hear they are classy. And just for kicks; download this.

Download: Rock the Casbah by The Clash
Hah! It’s not hip hop. I thought I should switch it all up.

In other news. I acquired a fabulous Team Russia jersey and I think I will get Ovie’s name on the back, in Russian. Oh and the C. It’s baller status.

Really? like totally?

Ok so the Chiefs game is on Comcast but I can’t watch it because I don’t get Comcast. And the boyfriend is with a wicked cold and I am not going over to his house to watch it. So I pull up the scores on the WHL site. I think I am being punk’d. The game is tied at 0-0 in the third? For serious?

Thank you, Tokarski. But serious, Roman-Rutherford? Make something happen.

Alright, after TWO overtime periods the Chiefs win. Nice!
Just who was it? ROMAN! From Judd Blackwater.

So whenever I say Ondrej Roman’s name. I say it like Santino from Project Runway imitating Tim Gunn. Which is like this;

you won the cup last year? cute.

Go back to the ‘Couv!

We pulled it off. And now is the round I dread the most; Tri Cities.
I honestly I am too hopped up on a cherry Coke and cotton candy to write this post. I might have to do it in the morning.

Instead, I will leave you with this. The greatest song in the history of man.

Kids, get your cowbells ready. We are going to Tri.

i do not advise tapping that.

Apparently according to the nifty features of WordPress, I can track search engine terms and see just how people stumbled into my humble little blogabode. The terms that keep routinely popping up? They relate to either Kyle Beach or Colton Yellow Horn. My two least favorite peeps!

Also today someone wanted to know if Mr. Yellow Horn has a girlfriend. I don’t know who would date that because his name sounds like a venereal disease. And the person who wants to know if he is on the market is probably too young to know about birth control and abstinence. I am a firm believer in Yellow Horn Abstinence education.

If you feel like you need a reason to bash your brains out with a rock, then I suggest reading yesterday’s write up of the Sunday game. The article starts;
“It was never am issue of whether the Spokane Chiefs could respond, it was whether they would.
In front of a Sunday night Arena crowd of 4705 they did.”

Are you kidding me?
I couldn’t bother to read the rest because I was too occupied sputtering and screaming how terrible that opening bit was. OF COURSE THEY WOULD RESPOND. It’s the motherfucking playoffs! After all this the Chiefs were just gonna roll over and let themselves be blocked by Tyson Sexsmith? I am pretty sure if the Chiefs were going to just shit off of Vancouver, a riot would have broken out. Also, it’s not like the Chiefs phoned in Friday’s game. As I have said before, this round is incredibly evenly matched.

So stop writing about the Chiefs like that and go cover a pie eating contest.