We care deeply about the Penguins and everything, but today erryone is in transit.
Zoe is somewhere in airport purgatory.
Mary is en route to the dirty Jerz (Mary, trust me, I know what it’s like and I feel your pain.)
I’m makin’ my way back to my FC Trash origins.
It’s allegedly the biggest party night of the year.
The Pens tried to live it up but got a little messy.
Brooks Orpik killed only ten men.
TK bought a new pony ranch in France – wtf, how will he get there to enjoy the ponies.
Sid got drunk and thought we were playing the Savannah Skunks, and boy did he try to fuck one of those guys up.
IT’S GOOD TO MAKE JOKES AGAIN, YOU GUYS.
We’re not going to be pissy because we lost in OT to the Blues. We got a point, it was the Blues, and MAF is already slamming stuffing and giggling uncontrollably into his second glass of wine.
We’re just as happy as he is.
Now. Give us some Iron City and the cranberry sauce and get out of our faces, Blues. Tomorrow you’ll just be some team that beat the Penguins once. We’ll still be the best damn hockey team in the world.