GDT: Game 3: Arizona Coyotes @ Vegas Golden Knights | 7:00PM | Of course I'm going with Wile E Coyote

[IceNeophyte]

Sigh

 

[hangman005]

I guess you could say Wild Bill is a POSTer Boy

 

[IceNeophyte]

Icing, Kolesar! So proud to hear his name on the broadcast!

 

[HanSolo]

We look not good.

 

[hangman005]

 

[IceNeophyte]

Kolesar drew another.

 

[hangman005]

DECLINE!!!!!!!!!

 

[HanSolo]

Kolesar drew a penalty

 

[hangman005]

Kolesar drew a penalty

I feel like that's still a bad thing lol

 

[IceNeophyte]

Elite Enforcer Jonathan Marchessault

 

[Boris Zubov]

Elite Enforcer Jonathan Marchessault

Don't waste his time.

 

[IceNeophyte]

Wait how is this a PK?

 

[IceNeophyte]

0-2

 

[HanSolo]

This game's turning into a stinker.

 

[hangman005]

 

[IceNeophyte]

OMG it is as if they have never played together before.

 

[hangman005]

Bring on the peewees the might look more cohesive.

 

[willy702]

This Coyotes team looks like VGK in years past. Good energy, great forecheck, show some speed at times, solid goaltending.

 

[hangman005]

What even is our identity anymore?

 

[hangman005]

3rd PKs the charm?

 

[HanSolo]

Lol that's a penalty? OooooOookay

 

[Ginger Papa]

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.OG Bison
Nickname no gimmicks
Two Art Ross players on our side
On Oilers side, On Oilers Side

Two Art Ross players are on our side
On Oilers side, On Oilers Side

Guess who's back, back again?
Keith is back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back?

Oilers created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to see Mathhews no more
They want Connor, or Draisaitl
Well if you want Oilers, this is what I’ll give ya
A little bit of @snipes weed mixed with @5 Mins 4 Ftg liquor
@tardigrade81 A&W that’ll stop my heart quicker

Than Smith when he whiffs and gifts the puck down the middle
To a Kings player who is anticipating
And knocks it down, shoots then keeps on skating
Then scores making Game 1 so f***ing deflating (hey)
We waited all Season long, now debating
’Cause losses suck, bad luck and so frustrating
I know-that you got a job, Mr. Smitty
But your puck handling problem's complicating

Would HC Woody just let things be, or feel free to go with Koski
Try to beat them down with Archie
Then Game 2 saw Josh and Smitty

So start slow, Smith slips, Nurse with save clips
f*** this, Boys got a grip and gathered their wits

2nd they’re ready, Three Goals, playing real heavy
Three more in the 3rd, f*** you Brenny!

Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny


Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny

Young hellions, going into Los Angeles
Fired up, looking to kick them square in the pelvis
They plan to make the Kings feel helpless
’Til some Kings troll comes into our Thread and yells “Bitch!”

Coach visionary, his vision is scary
Jay starts a revolution, unleashing our best play, so well
So just let me revel and bask
In the fact that he’s got everyone kissing his ass

And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For the NHL to see so much Oiler Ass, on Leafs TV

Well they’re back, nana-na nana-na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in and then we’re gonna enter in up
Under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention Spring thru to next Winter

We’re interesting, the best thing since Lightning
Infesting in Bettman’s ears daily and nightly
"Testing attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions McD
Oilers offence, will soon bury thee
A nuisance, who’s sent, to win Game 3


Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny

Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny

A-tiskit a-taskit
We’ll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, that shit
Kings trolls suck our dick, our ass you can lick
Worse than them little Main Board sick bastards

And you’ll see, our Boys stomping your Team
Your clutching and grabbing style, how f***ing boring
So bring Game 3, your young & old, let’s go, bend over
We’ll beat your asses in Crypto

Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been here, suspenseful with an iPencil
Ever since your folks decided to be vengeful


But sometimes this shit just seems
Every Media only wants to discuss Leafs
Or else they want to praise the Kings
But then I see it‘s just routine (yeah)

Though our Boys aren’t afraid of controversy
They try to play the Game pretty cleanly
And for each other so unselfishly
And now we’re getting our Boys healthy (hey)

Trust in Woody he knows what works
So many more Main Board doubters emerge
But no matter, we have the best in our GDT’s
Who believe we can win Game #3

Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny

Now in LA for Game Number 3
Where waits our lucky young Benny
’Cause we won’t show Kings any mercy
’Cause the Boys don’t lose with young Benny
Kings!


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Edit: Please note that the following parody required some alterations to the slant rhyme technique that Bruce Dickinson could get away with (dude could sing the phone book and still make it sound great imho).


Oh Hear the Rime of the Jets Winnipeg
Normally playing on the rink MTS
Tonight in the Canadian Capital
Against their new division foes the Sens

As the core plays well, and old vets come alive
Caught by this spell and the Boys write a new tale

Winnipeg is a land of snow and ice
Though a place where Greatness has been
Now the snow is gone as Playoffs are in our sights
We’re in the top three, hoping good luck it brings

And as they play on, all games in the North
Are on Canadian ice with no fans to watch upon

First period we see the Jackets of Columbus
Tampa fans cry, “Revenge thy be done!”
And when it's over, our next opponent
The Boston Bruins, enemy number One!

Testing on and on and no Covid f***ing 19
Round Two to come and will a harder test be seen?

The Series begins with a vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
No love is lost with the players from Boston
On Point, Kuch and Hedman our hopes are hung

And I recall the pause from late March we all did see
Remember how the world it paused for you and me

Day after day, day after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Covid, Covid everywhere and our social lives did shrink
Covid, Covid everywhere is all anyone could think.

Here comes the NHL& NHLPA, return to play on their mind
To play with no fans in stands and players forced to stay inside

See, onward it comes
Onward we near, to play in summer sun
See, Bubbles to play in, a concept so new
Canada gets one, wait they get two

Waiting on baited breath
Interest in Training Camps all anew
Testing all players hoping they’re safe and precautions are used
Then, one by one. They come back clean, four thousand plus
We, we take a breath. Hope it still lives, to play in summer sun

(Bridge into legendary creepy narrative)

One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each left his family with familiar pang
And many with a tear in his eye
Fourteen times fifty gifted men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy hearts they knew their parts,
And entered the Bubbles, one by one.

The target - Hockey’s ultimate prize
Or First Overall in some eyes
Alone with each other
They settled into barrack like lives
And by the light of the moon
HF Boards pray for an end to the gloom
With heart we bless them
Players and support staff all of them too


Back to the second round we take
The Bolts send the Bruins to their fate
Second Round ends in victory
Tampa Bay is onto Round Threeeeee!

(Awesome Lead, Bass Guitar and Percussion work)

Read the Posts of the long, gone Members
See them stir and they start to rise
Bandwagoners wish good spirits
So great to see them and all welcome in our eyes
And now the Isles to be fought, Trap style again
The Boys embrace this chance and the battle is on!

Will the curse be finally lifted
This Core will they be known
For a bounce back season
Bringing the Stanley Cup back home

And then a Third Round won by us
It was a joy of immense relief
Pointer, Kuch along with the Big Cat
And Hedman have made us believe.

And the Finals start rough but we win the next three
And Game Five is a tough loss in double OT.

We fans are bound to tell of the story
When Stamkos scored in Game # Three
Now one win away from taking the Final
Win the Cup and bring it to Amalie.

Then HF Tampa will be grateful women and men
And this Memory shall live on and on and on

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Yes, Tampa is good with lots of power
But our Boys are never known to cower
The Hurricanes playing in Amalie today.
With the playoff dreams that we all still keep
Driving further than two rounds deep
Now our Team needs to win in a rink not far away

So call the Goalie from down the beach
We need everyone to rise up from the trench
Everyone can play a part, this time of year
And everybody knows it will be quite a feat
The reigning champs we can defeat
Lightning falling as the Hurricanes expose their fear


I got a feeling now my heart is unfrozen
Make the Bolts defense put on the lotion
And skate their bottom six until they fold
Hedman may be unmovable
But Ruuta is less than able
Again the adjustments, by Rod the Bod


Now this now Game Number Three
This Match is here for us to take tonight Boys!
This storm brings strange loyalties… and pride!


Yes, Tampa is good with lots of power
But our Boys are never known to cower
The Hurricanes playing in Amalie today.

Here we go again
With Mrazek….
With Mrazek….

Our Boys fly over the ice
Same time every day, but far from routine
A clear target in the playoffs when skies are blue
Its part of the noise when winter comes
I cheer with all the air from my lungs
The Hurricanes will force the lightning to fall from the sky
Here we go again
That's Mrazek….

The Hurricanes will force the lightning to fall from the sky
With Mrazek…
The Hurricanes will force the lightning to fall from the sky
Here we go again
With Mrazek….
The Hurricanes will force the lightning to fall from the sky
That's Mrazek….
Please win this f***ing game in a rink not so far away
Here we go again
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Is the hint of Playoff play
What happened the last game?
Resulting in the Stars offensive destruction.
Our Top Six it creates fear
Danger is always near
Impressive our line up construction

Play us, you will see
Depth scoring is what we deal
Dedicated to
Defeating all of you

We’re starting a heater (heater)
Cause we’re playing Petr (Petr)
Student becomes the teacher (teacher)
We’re starting
Petr!
Petr!

Petr Mrazek you’re starting this game
Against Goalie Bob, two Vezina’s to his name.
We know you that you’ll do anything to win
That’s why we love you and you’ll hear us scream
Petr!
Petr!
We’re so proud of you, we will all scream
Petr!
Petr!

The Press it finds a way
To make some of us betray
Coaches reasons becoming clearer
Imbalance with Ned & James?
Does it matter who to blame?
It’s all in the rearview mirror

This season we will see
What is in our #1 A, B & C
Dedicated to
The future for all of you

We’re starting a heater (heater)
Cause we’re playing Petr (Petr)
Student becomes the teacher (teacher)
We’re starting
Petr!
Petr!

Getting you back is just like a dream
Finally having you start for this Team
No, you’re not perfect but our #1 keep
We’re proud of you, now hear us scream
Petr!
Petr!
We’re proud of you, now hear us scream
Petr!
Petr!
(Petr,Petr Petr Petr )

Petr!
Petr!
Here's the chance that you've been after
Petr!
Petr!
Opportunity tonight
Laughter!
Laughter!
Florida is cocky with laughter
Laughter!
Laughter!
Laughing until tonight

f*** them!

Losing years are in the Past
We know not to forget too fast
But we don’t hope without a reason
End of never-ending maze
We now have brighter days
This could be our break through Season

Soon the elite we’ll occupy
Fans of our opponents will then cry
Our Boys learned lessons too
And will run the NHL through


We’re starting a heater (heater)
Cause we’re playing Petr (Petr)
Student becomes the teacher (teacher)
We’re starting
Petr!
Petr!


Getting you back is just like a dream
Finally having you start behind this Team
No, you’re not perfect but our #1 keep
We’re proud of you, now hear us scream
Petr!
Petr!
We’re proud of you, now hear us scream
Petr!
Petr!
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Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines
Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see
There is so much more
And beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind
Feed my will to feel this moment
Urging me to cross the line
Reaching out to embrace the random
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected
Enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired
To fathom the power
To witness the beauty
To bathe in the fountain
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral to
Swing on the spiral
Of our divinity
And still be a human
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
Between the sounds and open wide to suck it in
I feel it move across my skin
I'm reaching up and reaching out
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me
What ever will bewilder me
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
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Up front our Warrior
Our playoff hopes ride
Thirty Four year old Crosby
Full of pride.

Sully’s mind will not be bent
Some say he’s stubborn or arrogant
And question who he starts on defence
Thank goodness LeTang won’t relent
Fills the net!

What outsiders say about this Hockey Team,
How much do they want to keep all their teeth?
Watch the skating, watch the will
Watch the checking, watch the skill

The Forward, the Forward
Lines are not so deep
Sid & Jarry please carry us on a playoff ride!

Today's Pen’s Team
So much they’ve gone through
No Malkin at hand
How we’ve missed him too.

Will Hextall choose to rent
Players with a July 1st sunset?
Fans were hopeful, now discontent
We’re running with this defence?
We need changes!

Now what we say about this hockey Team
Is with one voice, no in between.
“Crush opponents , Crush the Preds
Have no mercy, let’s win March 15!”

The Game is, the Game is
On your local TV
Or Streaming on nhl.ir World Wide

Each win is vital
On the way to win another title
We look forward to
Some real solid play
Like we expect in every Penguins game.
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Minutes seem like days
Since Big Buff ruled the blue line
The Jets were so much bigger
Heavy play was where we shined

Memories linger in my brain
Of losing the WCF game
A Team that should have/could have won

Very few here now remain
From that recent past
No one could foresee
Dissembling came so fast

Hear this prophet make his guess
That this Team can make it in the west
Though it may be wild card #1

A playoff drive is what I see
Something this Team can achieve

Yes even with Coach Dave
Playoff vision fills my eyes
Harbouring the image
That this Team can still surprise

If Ehlers & Dubey release their fury
Along with Scheif, Wheels and Lowry
They’ll leave opponents in pain

But Hellebucyk must reign
As well as crazy eyes
Goaltending supremacy
Is on what our Jets rely

We need to win most every game
And yes I believe it just the same
Yes, I admit I might be insane


A playoff drive is what I see
Something I believe this Team can achieve

A playoff drive is what I see
Something I believe this Team can achieve

Something I believe this Team can achieve
A playoff drive is what I see


We’ve played 60 games
Still many doubts will lie
A Season filled with inconsistency
Brought Fans who question why

Why cheer for wins, nothing to gain
Except for frustration, anger and pain
I understand but hope still remains

Potential is all I see
A playoff spot is all we need
The best of Jets we are yet to see

A playoff spot is all we need​

 

[hangman005]

Hi folks, mind if I join you for the rest of the game? Maybe some GIF’s & double entendres can help out your Boys better than my Canucks.

 

[IceNeophyte]

Patches launches the comeback

 

[hangman005]

PATCHES!!!!!!!!!!!