I get teary eyed if I try and watch that kind of shizzle. I do wonder how my friend who watched the Oilers getting on the bus with me made out. He was pretty tanked, pretty beligerent, pretty foul-mouthed, and really, really broken hearted. His wife phoned him on his cell and he was crying and talking to her while yelling obscenities at Hurricaine fans. If you're out there, I'd like to know that you're feeling better.
I never felt so ****ing alone in my life as when that little weasly guy gave that truck-tire-lipped ******* that trophy while I stood there amongst the faithful from the church of Dale Earnhardt. Can't hardly bear to ****ing think of it to tell the truth.
But oh, sweet baby jeebus, the pulled-pork bbq sandwiches outside the RBC center is good .