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Originally Posted by doctajones428
Kipper had one softie last night. He was hung up dry and had no support for 3. One was a boo boo when Bouw fanned the puck during that power play.
Regardless, it's time to give Irving a shot
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Goal #1:
Several barfs on this play. Butler, barfs all over the puck with that fan. Sarich barfs all over the puck and the terrible zamboni door ice and can't move the puck. Huge, disgusting pile of puke on that play by the entire organization for the vomit inducing ice conditions. Glencross then has a nice big puke, leaving the zone, high, with 44 seconds left in the period, tied. He's supposed to the be a defensive guy. Give me a break. Get in there and give your dman a break. Big pile of puke on that play. Finally, the biggest puke is Sarich, who decides to play Kipper. It's a terrible impersonation and leaves Kipper saying "What the heck dude?" That's a big pile of vomit sauce. A disgusting mess all over the ice, but there ain't much mess in the crease.
Second goal is a defensive breakdown, but there's no way that weak backhander should trickle through if it's not for the huge pile of greasy puke covering kipper's pads on the play. Awful gatorade puke stains lead to that terrible goal.
Goal #3:
Big slick pile 'o bile from Cory Sarich on this one. Who are you covering, Cory? If you can't handle the puck, take the body. You can't just keep caughing your messy pre-game chicken and pasta behind your own net and ALWAYS blame it on the ice. Take the man, forget about the puck. You're a monster, quit spilling your beans and rice all over the place and maybe you'll stick in the lineup. Clean up your mess man, it smells awful.
Goal #4:
What the hell is the point of employing scantily clad ice-babes if they aren't going to clean up the puddles of vomit left behind the net by Flames defenders? Jay slips on a gross mix of his and Sarich's previous numerous pukes in an oderrous amalgamation of pasta with chicken and stir fried chicken with rice, soy sauce and red sauce doing battle like the avs and flames. Bouwmeester slips and fans in the puke, kipper slips on his own puke and bam, the second stinkiest goal of the night is in the back of the net. By the way, isn't that Jokinen's move?
Goal #5:
Wideman and Giordano, jealous of the disgusting mess that their fellow defensemen have managed to make of themselves, do their best to outdo them with such a horrendous display of projectile vomiting that I'm almost inclined to forget the previous vomitrocities. What a setup by wideman, sends it up the boards to nobody, moves to the front of the net and covers nobody, and then screens the goalie on the 2-1 while Giordano decides to...go for a change? Pick up some loose change? I don't know, because the whole thing was covered in so much barf I could barely watch it.
The top line was on the ice. You can't see them. Not because they're covered in puke, but because they aren't in the frame. The overhead shot is the most damning of them all.