When the FSN guys decided to spend 15 minutes discussing how few goals Brent Burns has this year, and how he's taken about the same shots as last year so he had like a 1.8% shooting percentage, did anyone else tell their commentators to shut the living f*** up? Bunch of booth Babe Ruths, we're lucky Radagast the Burns didn't hat up on his manic critter sleigh ride. Going to guess they cut off LaPanta finishing that segment by hitting a baseball out to the benches that popped a ref right in the zebra mussels, then shouting down at the writhing official "DUURRRRR! Don't worry flat sack, your wife says I can fill in for you tonight! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Look at that asshole! Hey I'm not familiar with that fetal position penalty signal, is that 2 minutes for being in the womb, you piece of can't-hack-it-in-the-NHL shit?! AHAHAHA, god, I miss my 'stache." 'cause it's the only thing that I can come up with to explain what happened next.