What We Do In Life Echoes In Eternity
Bettman: Are you the one they call the Jimmah? Howard: Yes.
Bettman: They said you were a giant. They said you could crush a man's skull with one hand.
Maximus: A man's? No. A troll's.
We head into tonight's game for the umpteenth time we've played Phoenix sans an owner. Bettman is still in control. I wouldn't be surprised if he sat in on this game as he has done in the past.
Yes, yes...hockey lives on in the desert...if you can call it that. We know that the Sully's are out there...the weirdos from the desert who actually love the game of hockey. We know there are the transplants out there...people who came from hockey markets who still have a taste for the game. And we know there are our Wings fans out there...which means Jobing.com arena will, in all liklihood, be sold out tonight.
But enough about that...let's get to what Josh from our graphics art department has cookin'.
Make the jump to unleash hell.
Sometimes I do what I want to do. The rest of the time, I do what I have to.
James "Tiberius" Howard...looking for win #103. Stick tap to the boys at The Production Line for originating the nickname...but I must say, it never looked so good as it does right here.
Let's Go Red Wings.
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another Phoenix game, another day center ice has the wings feed.... and another day living in tempe forces me to listen to a phoenix feed... and no doubt they are going to say some stupid stuff, BUT the GOOD thing is there is no Olsuck!!!!
