Yeah, fine, but the bastard didn’t even give the ball to a kid photographer.  

TWO timeouts actually, which was even worse. I honestly thought that was going to be a turning point for an eventual 4-3 Dubs championship. Glad that didn’t happen.

I once lied about eating the last two Oreos in the package. My wife asked me if I’d eaten them and I said yes and she got mad. But I actually hadn’t eaten them yet. I lied about having already eaten them just so I could save them for later and eat them while she took our daughter to soccer practice. And then I ate…

I see it as a ranked choice model.In any given season the general preferred outcomes of the an NHL season.

The tendon is often replaced with one from a cadaver. Which means Quinn Cook might miss next season too.

You know, go ahead and view the tape of that game, and report back to us on how many Canadian hockey players you see waving their fingers in the air counting how many goals they have, or break into a choreographed celebration.

“Kawhi, where did you learn to talk like that?”

This is exactly what I would say about this series if I could write like Ray Ratto.

No.... it’s not. It’s a slur, that white people decided referred to our tribes and villages, based off of incorrect translations from other Native tribes.

I mean, it’s definitly racist to call us Eskimos, so maybe instead you could use what we call ourselves? Inuit, Yupik, Inupiaq, Supiaq? (Also, if you don’t know which group name you should use, then you don’t know which group you’re talking about, and you shouldn’t use us as a joke for an article about cum).

“The ethno-demographics of the game are changing but hockey is ultimately moving more towards being a sport for the rich and wealthy.”

*Behaviour

Nah, this argument is BS. You’re buying City’s propaganda hook, line and sinker. FFP is there (in theory) to keep teams from spending themselves to the brink of insolvency, ala Leeds, Portsmouth, Atletico Madrid, Borussia Dortmund... (I could do this all day)

This is an absolutely true story. About ten years ago, my wife and I attended a gay, vegan, Hare Krishna commitment ceremony. (Before you ask, yes, we live in SoCal.)

Watching the game, you can see Barca don’t have any leaders to calm the nerves in times of trouble. Messi is quiet as a church mouse (and always has been). Pique and Busquets don’t do the organizing of Puyol and Xavi. When the game started going tits up, there was nobody to refocus the group.

I think any well-traveled person would agree; what a fantastic way to make friends!

Nope, just here to remind you that pureblood nonsense ain’t worth shit. Your fandom isn’t any better than some kid who started cheering from Japan last week. You can live anywhere and become a diehard fan of any team anywhere in the world. That’s why sports are wonderful!

What about people from other countries who support NBA or MLB teams? Or someone from Africa or South America who supports an English side?

But once we live in Europe we can root for whoever we want, right?

Fandom gatekeeping. What a twist.