Oh BS. This loss wasn’t on the goalie. Tampa’s D should’ve never allowed Saad to walk across the front of the crease like that.

“Mr Lemieux? There’s a Mr Basille on line 2.”

‘nuff said

He’s taking over Colbert’s old slot at Comedy Central when they sack Wilmore.

Ultimate game of Fuck/Marry/Kill:

That's what the coke is for.

Oh, can it already Sidney.

The Detroit Red Wings are the St. Louis Cardinals of ice hockey: they do cheap headshots the right way.

Thoughtful, articulate and spot-on.

Team defense wins Cups. The ‘hot goalie, lucky bounces’ narrative is lazy, bullshit, journalism typically trotted out by Philly sportswriters and their ilk who know nothing about the game.

Kudos to you for slipping a (spot-on, well-written) piece about music that’s not Beyonce or Kanye past the Gawker media editoral board. Ya got blackmail pics of Denton or something?

He was just holding my stash.

...is a terrible coach.

The sound you hear is Vincent Lecavalier popping the champagne.

Oh please. Larry Brooks is a trolls’ troll. A professional shit stirrer. Anything he puts out there is suspect at best. I put more stock in Drew Magary’s reporting.

Trying to figure out how to post a copy of the ultrasound of my inguinal hernia I suffered playing goal.

I always wonder why no reporter ever follows up with the question "Yeah, but what about the fact that your 'god' doesn't exist and your religion is just a bunch a fairy tales that have used to control the masses and persecute people for centuries?'

This'll all be worth it just for Strombone's Twitter take

Lupul would NEVER sleep with Phaneuf's wife. He still holding out for Amber Smith

To be fair, just about every trade Slats makes screams "I don't give a fuck".