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Jokes on you, we ain't making the playoffs...Rival fans are trash talkin VGK for struggling right now BUT will be crappin their pants when they face them in the playoffs
Jokes on you, we ain't making the playoffs...Rival fans are trash talkin VGK for struggling right now BUT will be crappin their pants when they face them in the playoffs
But…..what about last year?cheaters never prosper
I remember the good old days of hockey when players didn't have a choice in where they played, and their allegiance to a team was forced and they had to play there, for whatever ownership wanted to pay them, or they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. And if they got shipped to some other team? They didn't have a choice, they had to go and play there, and if they didn't like it they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. That was real hockey, guys didn't dream about being selfish or they'd get thrown out of the league.
Guys didn't do this "training" shit and have 3, 4 months off because they "need to rest." You sleep 8 hours a day, you're getting plenty of rest, get your ass up and do something. Guys when hockey was good, worth something, had to work all summer, maybe even 2 jobs, to support their families. Their training was in sweat, good hard physical labor. They didn't quench their thirst with smoothies and fruity drinks and electrolyes and shit like that, they did it with beer and vodka and gin and tonic and whiskey and bourbon. The real soft guys drank pop - or if you're one of those people, soda. And lung darts? That was a part of everyone's diet, like steak and potatoes and beans and gravy. None of this salad bullshit. Ooh, I think I'll have a grilled skinned chicken breast and some quinoa. Go to hell, commie, real hockey players who wanted chicken bit the heads off chickens and ate the carcass raw. Real hockey players wrestled a bull down, killed it with their bare hands and ripped off the porterhouse and ribeye clean off the bone and kept the liver for an in-between snack.
And these goalies, oh my god. Face masks, painted. Are you f***ing kidding me. This ain't Fashion Week in Paris, you bunch of fairies. Slap a burlap sack on, go out there with a wad of leather and a stick and stop some goddamn pucks. Oh, it hit you in the nose, your pretty little nose is broken? Stop crying like a little bitch, my mom gets her nose broken rustling cattle every couple weeks and she sucks it up and finishes the job and cooks dinner and doesn't complain about it at all even thought she looks like everyone on the Oregon Trail rode over her. Oh, you got knocked out by a puck? I don't wanna hear about how you think you're in Norway, 1853, Be a man, shake it off and get back in there, you'll be fine tomorrow. And f*** these pansy players today with their pads, and helmets, and visors, and shitty little sticks you can snap by breathing on them twice. Oh, look at me, I can skate around like a little ballerina. Yeah, let's see you dance out of the way of a 66" Sherwood to the leg, let's see you dance away from that. f***ing little prima donnas. Probably never taped their hands up unless they "got hurt" picking their nose watching guys, leather pads, oh that's too heavy for me, I can't play like that, I only play hockey when it's 2-hand touch.
This "playing for money, choosing where you want to go" crap is a goddamn affront to Canada and everything it stands for. Maybe those asshole Americans too, just the ones who know what hockey is. Not the ones who hear 'hockey' and say "oh, yeah, I think my aunt had that last year, she was in the hospital for weeks." f*** those people. Selfish bunch of pricks. Give me hockey with fights and line brawls and Montreal getting the top 2 picks to protect their French heritage and everyone else in Canada having first right to guys based on territorial rights and guys playing for the logo on their sweater because they don't have any other goddamn choice and they gotta do whatever some owner wants or they can go to hell, and if you don't like your $8,000 salary you can play for $6,000, maybe that'll teach you to STFU. That's real hockey, and nothing is ever gonna be better than that.
Did you ever think that is because we don’t want to be mistaken for Americans?We just don't have our flag plastered all over our luggage and clothing when we're abroad like you guys.
Pure comedy gold. Cheers.I remember the good old days of hockey when players didn't have a choice in where they played, and their allegiance to a team was forced and they had to play there, for whatever ownership wanted to pay them, or they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. And if they got shipped to some other team? They didn't have a choice, they had to go and play there, and if they didn't like it they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. That was real hockey, guys didn't dream about being selfish or they'd get thrown out of the league.
Guys didn't do this "training" shit and have 3, 4 months off because they "need to rest." You sleep 8 hours a day, you're getting plenty of rest, get your ass up and do something. Guys when hockey was good, worth something, had to work all summer, maybe even 2 jobs, to support their families. Their training was in sweat, good hard physical labor. They didn't quench their thirst with smoothies and fruity drinks and electrolyes and shit like that, they did it with beer and vodka and gin and tonic and whiskey and bourbon. The real soft guys drank pop - or if you're one of those people, soda. And lung darts? That was a part of everyone's diet, like steak and potatoes and beans and gravy. None of this salad bullshit. Ooh, I think I'll have a grilled skinned chicken breast and some quinoa. Go to hell, commie, real hockey players who wanted chicken bit the heads off chickens and ate the carcass raw. Real hockey players wrestled a bull down, killed it with their bare hands and ripped off the porterhouse and ribeye clean off the bone and kept the liver for an in-between snack.
And these goalies, oh my god. Face masks, painted. Are you f***ing kidding me. This ain't Fashion Week in Paris, you bunch of fairies. Slap a burlap sack on, go out there with a wad of leather and a stick and stop some goddamn pucks. Oh, it hit you in the nose, your pretty little nose is broken? Stop crying like a little bitch, my mom gets her nose broken rustling cattle every couple weeks and she sucks it up and finishes the job and cooks dinner and doesn't complain about it at all even thought she looks like everyone on the Oregon Trail rode over her. Oh, you got knocked out by a puck? I don't wanna hear about how you think you're in Norway, 1853, Be a man, shake it off and get back in there, you'll be fine tomorrow. And f*** these pansy players today with their pads, and helmets, and visors, and shitty little sticks you can snap by breathing on them twice. Oh, look at me, I can skate around like a little ballerina. Yeah, let's see you dance out of the way of a 66" Sherwood to the leg, let's see you dance away from that. f***ing little prima donnas. Probably never taped their hands up unless they "got hurt" picking their nose watching guys, leather pads, oh that's too heavy for me, I can't play like that, I only play hockey when it's 2-hand touch.
This "playing for money, choosing where you want to go" crap is a goddamn affront to Canada and everything it stands for. Maybe those asshole Americans too, just the ones who know what hockey is. Not the ones who hear 'hockey' and say "oh, yeah, I think my aunt had that last year, she was in the hospital for weeks." f*** those people. Selfish bunch of pricks. Give me hockey with fights and line brawls and Montreal getting the top 2 picks to protect their French heritage and everyone else in Canada having first right to guys based on territorial rights and guys playing for the logo on their sweater because they don't have any other goddamn choice and they gotta do whatever some owner wants or they can go to hell, and if you don't like your $8,000 salary you can play for $6,000, maybe that'll teach you to STFU. That's real hockey, and nothing is ever gonna be better than that.
I remember the good old days of hockey when players didn't have a choice in where they played, and their allegiance to a team was forced and they had to play there, for whatever ownership wanted to pay them, or they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. And if they got shipped to some other team? They didn't have a choice, they had to go and play there, and if they didn't like it they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. That was real hockey, guys didn't dream about being selfish or they'd get thrown out of the league.
Guys didn't do this "training" shit and have 3, 4 months off because they "need to rest." You sleep 8 hours a day, you're getting plenty of rest, get your ass up and do something. Guys when hockey was good, worth something, had to work all summer, maybe even 2 jobs, to support their families. Their training was in sweat, good hard physical labor. They didn't quench their thirst with smoothies and fruity drinks and electrolyes and shit like that, they did it with beer and vodka and gin and tonic and whiskey and bourbon. The real soft guys drank pop - or if you're one of those people, soda. And lung darts? That was a part of everyone's diet, like steak and potatoes and beans and gravy. None of this salad bullshit. Ooh, I think I'll have a grilled skinned chicken breast and some quinoa. Go to hell, commie, real hockey players who wanted chicken bit the heads off chickens and ate the carcass raw. Real hockey players wrestled a bull down, killed it with their bare hands and ripped off the porterhouse and ribeye clean off the bone and kept the liver for an in-between snack.
And these goalies, oh my god. Face masks, painted. Are you f***ing kidding me. This ain't Fashion Week in Paris, you bunch of fairies. Slap a burlap sack on, go out there with a wad of leather and a stick and stop some goddamn pucks. Oh, it hit you in the nose, your pretty little nose is broken? Stop crying like a little bitch, my mom gets her nose broken rustling cattle every couple weeks and she sucks it up and finishes the job and cooks dinner and doesn't complain about it at all even thought she looks like everyone on the Oregon Trail rode over her. Oh, you got knocked out by a puck? I don't wanna hear about how you think you're in Norway, 1853, Be a man, shake it off and get back in there, you'll be fine tomorrow. And f*** these pansy players today with their pads, and helmets, and visors, and shitty little sticks you can snap by breathing on them twice. Oh, look at me, I can skate around like a little ballerina. Yeah, let's see you dance out of the way of a 66" Sherwood to the leg, let's see you dance away from that. f***ing little prima donnas. Probably never taped their hands up unless they "got hurt" picking their nose watching guys, leather pads, oh that's too heavy for me, I can't play like that, I only play hockey when it's 2-hand touch.
This "playing for money, choosing where you want to go" crap is a goddamn affront to Canada and everything it stands for. Maybe those asshole Americans too, just the ones who know what hockey is. Not the ones who hear 'hockey' and say "oh, yeah, I think my aunt had that last year, she was in the hospital for weeks." f*** those people. Selfish bunch of pricks. Give me hockey with fights and line brawls and Montreal getting the top 2 picks to protect their French heritage and everyone else in Canada having first right to guys based on territorial rights and guys playing for the logo on their sweater because they don't have any other goddamn choice and they gotta do whatever some owner wants or they can go to hell, and if you don't like your $8,000 salary you can play for $6,000, maybe that'll teach you to STFU. That's real hockey, and nothing is ever gonna be better than that.
cheaters never prosper
In the NHL its the Leafs and Sabres that never prosper
deserve what? .....owning the trade deadline. Defending Cup Champs. Best 4 line 6 D depth in the league. Con Smythe winner on first line.not sure but the cheaters deserve it
This but unironically.I remember the good old days of hockey when players didn't have a choice in where they played, and their allegiance to a team was forced and they had to play there, for whatever ownership wanted to pay them, or they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. And if they got shipped to some other team? They didn't have a choice, they had to go and play there, and if they didn't like it they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. That was real hockey, guys didn't dream about being selfish or they'd get thrown out of the league.
Guys didn't do this "training" shit and have 3, 4 months off because they "need to rest." You sleep 8 hours a day, you're getting plenty of rest, get your ass up and do something. Guys when hockey was good, worth something, had to work all summer, maybe even 2 jobs, to support their families. Their training was in sweat, good hard physical labor. They didn't quench their thirst with smoothies and fruity drinks and electrolyes and shit like that, they did it with beer and vodka and gin and tonic and whiskey and bourbon. The real soft guys drank pop - or if you're one of those people, soda. And lung darts? That was a part of everyone's diet, like steak and potatoes and beans and gravy. None of this salad bullshit. Ooh, I think I'll have a grilled skinned chicken breast and some quinoa. Go to hell, commie, real hockey players who wanted chicken bit the heads off chickens and ate the carcass raw. Real hockey players wrestled a bull down, killed it with their bare hands and ripped off the porterhouse and ribeye clean off the bone and kept the liver for an in-between snack.
And these goalies, oh my god. Face masks, painted. Are you f***ing kidding me. This ain't Fashion Week in Paris, you bunch of fairies. Slap a burlap sack on, go out there with a wad of leather and a stick and stop some goddamn pucks. Oh, it hit you in the nose, your pretty little nose is broken? Stop crying like a little bitch, my mom gets her nose broken rustling cattle every couple weeks and she sucks it up and finishes the job and cooks dinner and doesn't complain about it at all even thought she looks like everyone on the Oregon Trail rode over her. Oh, you got knocked out by a puck? I don't wanna hear about how you think you're in Norway, 1853, Be a man, shake it off and get back in there, you'll be fine tomorrow. And f*** these pansy players today with their pads, and helmets, and visors, and shitty little sticks you can snap by breathing on them twice. Oh, look at me, I can skate around like a little ballerina. Yeah, let's see you dance out of the way of a 66" Sherwood to the leg, let's see you dance away from that. f***ing little prima donnas. Probably never taped their hands up unless they "got hurt" picking their nose watching guys, leather pads, oh that's too heavy for me, I can't play like that, I only play hockey when it's 2-hand touch.
This "playing for money, choosing where you want to go" crap is a goddamn affront to Canada and everything it stands for. Maybe those asshole Americans too, just the ones who know what hockey is. Not the ones who hear 'hockey' and say "oh, yeah, I think my aunt had that last year, she was in the hospital for weeks." f*** those people. Selfish bunch of pricks. Give me hockey with fights and line brawls and Montreal getting the top 2 picks to protect their French heritage and everyone else in Canada having first right to guys based on territorial rights and guys playing for the logo on their sweater because they don't have any other goddamn choice and they gotta do whatever some owner wants or they can go to hell, and if you don't like your $8,000 salary you can play for $6,000, maybe that'll teach you to STFU. That's real hockey, and nothing is ever gonna be better than that.
I don't think the LTIR usage is what people are complaining about, 16 teams are currently in LTIR. It's the LTIRing a player ( stone) only for him to be magically ready for the first game of the playoffs, but too hurt to play the last game of the season.Is Vegas smarter then the other 31 teams or are the other 31 teams dumb for not using LTIE
I’m an Avs fan and hate Whitney ass peiple
This isn’t just rent free.
This is rent free, drink tickets, money for smokes, and “McCoys, Ribena & a Twirl.”
This season may not be Vegas’ year. Doesn’t take 2023 from the Golden Knights or those crazy enough to invite abuse by supporting them.
I remember the good old days of hockey when players didn't have a choice in where they played, and their allegiance to a team was forced and they had to play there, for whatever ownership wanted to pay them, or they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. And if they got shipped to some other team? They didn't have a choice, they had to go and play there, and if they didn't like it they could GTFO and someone else would come in and do their job. That was real hockey, guys didn't dream about being selfish or they'd get thrown out of the league.
Guys didn't do this "training" shit and have 3, 4 months off because they "need to rest." You sleep 8 hours a day, you're getting plenty of rest, get your ass up and do something. Guys when hockey was good, worth something, had to work all summer, maybe even 2 jobs, to support their families. Their training was in sweat, good hard physical labor. They didn't quench their thirst with smoothies and fruity drinks and electrolyes and shit like that, they did it with beer and vodka and gin and tonic and whiskey and bourbon. The real soft guys drank pop - or if you're one of those people, soda. And lung darts? That was a part of everyone's diet, like steak and potatoes and beans and gravy. None of this salad bullshit. Ooh, I think I'll have a grilled skinned chicken breast and some quinoa. Go to hell, commie, real hockey players who wanted chicken bit the heads off chickens and ate the carcass raw. Real hockey players wrestled a bull down, killed it with their bare hands and ripped off the porterhouse and ribeye clean off the bone and kept the liver for an in-between snack.
And these goalies, oh my god. Face masks, painted. Are you f***ing kidding me. This ain't Fashion Week in Paris, you bunch of fairies. Slap a burlap sack on, go out there with a wad of leather and a stick and stop some goddamn pucks. Oh, it hit you in the nose, your pretty little nose is broken? Stop crying like a little bitch, my mom gets her nose broken rustling cattle every couple weeks and she sucks it up and finishes the job and cooks dinner and doesn't complain about it at all even thought she looks like everyone on the Oregon Trail rode over her. Oh, you got knocked out by a puck? I don't wanna hear about how you think you're in Norway, 1853, Be a man, shake it off and get back in there, you'll be fine tomorrow. And f*** these pansy players today with their pads, and helmets, and visors, and shitty little sticks you can snap by breathing on them twice. Oh, look at me, I can skate around like a little ballerina. Yeah, let's see you dance out of the way of a 66" Sherwood to the leg, let's see you dance away from that. f***ing little prima donnas. Probably never taped their hands up unless they "got hurt" picking their nose watching guys, leather pads, oh that's too heavy for me, I can't play like that, I only play hockey when it's 2-hand touch.
This "playing for money, choosing where you want to go" crap is a goddamn affront to Canada and everything it stands for. Maybe those asshole Americans too, just the ones who know what hockey is. Not the ones who hear 'hockey' and say "oh, yeah, I think my aunt had that last year, she was in the hospital for weeks." f*** those people. Selfish bunch of pricks. Give me hockey with fights and line brawls and Montreal getting the top 2 picks to protect their French heritage and everyone else in Canada having first right to guys based on territorial rights and guys playing for the logo on their sweater because they don't have any other goddamn choice and they gotta do whatever some owner wants or they can go to hell, and if you don't like your $8,000 salary you can play for $6,000, maybe that'll teach you to STFU. That's real hockey, and nothing is ever gonna be better than that.
Dude lacerated his spleen give it a breakI don't think the LTIR usage is what people are complaining about, 16 teams are currently in LTIR. It's the LTIRing a player ( stone) only for him to be magically ready for the first game of the playoffs, but too hurt to play the last game of the season.
The salary cap should be counted in the playoffs. like freeze it at the last day of the season or game of the season and thats the number you can't go over. Because as it stands now having a star player go down can actually be a benefit. So, personally for me, I'd like to see Vegas not make the playoffs so they don't a chance to pull this off again. its Bad enough that Tampa and Vegas won being so over the cap.
You don't think a pro athlete choosing somewhere he believes would be a nice place for himself (and his family, if he has one) to live is a good enough reason for him to choose a specific team?
this time, but there is a history with this team and him in particular.Dude lacerated his spleen give it a break