ClassLessCoyote
Staying classy
- Jun 10, 2009
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Have fun in Calgary you piece of ****
Dear Pizza Goalie,
Your Grease in the Crease, as the Fella with the Mozzarella, was never dull while you were a Coyote. I will miss the fantastic flashy saves, which you made with high drama. I won't be so misty-eyed about your dives, which were made with equally high drama. You take with you the memory of the Red Wings goal and Butt Goals 1 & 2 in equal measure. Your legendary puck-handling skills marked you when you used them to get the puck out of the zone to your teammates like an extra defenseman, but even more so when they resulted in stupid-ass turnovers that left the net open for easy opposing goals. Sayonara, too, to your ailing body parts that sabotaged many of your seasons, and also to the perfectly healthy body parts that sabotaged most of the others.
I will never forget 2011-2012, when you backstopped us to an amazing season that came to a grinding halt in the Conference Finals, like a bowling ball falling off of the roof of a furniture store. Your fiery stares at your own defensemen, your carping at the refs after they did not respect your twitching, agonized body flopping all over the crease when you had been lightly nudged, and your exasperation with your teammates after someone sniped you high glove, or low glove, or five hole, or basically anywhere around the net that you left open by going down in the butterfly too soon, or stretching out to make some amazing save and forgetting that rebounds exist.
The reporters who phone in their duties as "journalists" around this team will miss your candor and lanky goofiness that may or may not be intentional. Todd Walsh particularly will miss opportunities to wax rhapsodic about your strength and fire during the one season where it almost mattered. We'll miss seeing your kids at Diamondbacks games because it's impossible to miss them with that Funky Flow that you have forced upon their heads.
I'm sure you'll miss Arizona a bit, because of the weather and the upscale shopping and all the cool stuff you can do in the Corridor of the Mightily Blessed out there in Scottsdale. But I believe you when you say that you're thrilled to be playing for a Canadian team, because you have the same erroneous idea in your noggin that, because the fans up there have less to do and more single-mindedness than we do, playing hockey there will be oh so much more fulfilling. You'll get comfy quick because there are so many familiar faces there who are ex-Coyotes. Also, Calgary has threatened to relocate if they don't get a subsidized arena, so you should have no problem feeling right at home.
I just hope you're not too upset when you realize that you'll be playing home games in a city that can get as cold as a meat locker, and then discovering that when you make one of your sadly not-so-rare brain farts on the ice, the boos and vitriol will be much louder.
I dip my cheesy slice (pepperoni, sausage, extra olives) to you, sir, and wish you all the best as you Flame On.
- Feckless
Dear Pizza Goalie,
Your Grease in the Crease, as the Fella with the Mozzarella, was never dull while you were a Coyote. I will miss the fantastic flashy saves, which you made with high drama. I won't be so misty-eyed about your dives, which were made with equally high drama. You take with you the memory of the Red Wings goal and Butt Goals 1 & 2 in equal measure. Your legendary puck-handling skills marked you when you used them to get the puck out of the zone to your teammates like an extra defenseman, but even more so when they resulted in stupid-ass turnovers that left the net open for easy opposing goals. Sayonara, too, to your ailing body parts that sabotaged many of your seasons, and also to the perfectly healthy body parts that sabotaged most of the others.
I will never forget 2011-2012, when you backstopped us to an amazing season that came to a grinding halt in the Conference Finals, like a bowling ball falling off of the roof of a furniture store. Your fiery stares at your own defensemen, your carping at the refs after they did not respect your twitching, agonized body flopping all over the crease when you had been lightly nudged, and your exasperation with your teammates after someone sniped you high glove, or low glove, or five hole, or basically anywhere around the net that you left open by going down in the butterfly too soon, or stretching out to make some amazing save and forgetting that rebounds exist.
The reporters who phone in their duties as "journalists" around this team will miss your candor and lanky goofiness that may or may not be intentional. Todd Walsh particularly will miss opportunities to wax rhapsodic about your strength and fire during the one season where it almost mattered. We'll miss seeing your kids at Diamondbacks games because it's impossible to miss them with that Funky Flow that you have forced upon their heads.
I'm sure you'll miss Arizona a bit, because of the weather and the upscale shopping and all the cool stuff you can do in the Corridor of the Mightily Blessed out there in Scottsdale. But I believe you when you say that you're thrilled to be playing for a Canadian team, because you have the same erroneous idea in your noggin that, because the fans up there have less to do and more single-mindedness than we do, playing hockey there will be oh so much more fulfilling. You'll get comfy quick because there are so many familiar faces there who are ex-Coyotes. Also, Calgary has threatened to relocate if they don't get a subsidized arena, so you should have no problem feeling right at home.
I just hope you're not too upset when you realize that you'll be playing home games in a city that can get as cold as a meat locker, and then discovering that when you make one of your sadly not-so-rare brain farts on the ice, the boos and vitriol will be much louder.
I dip my cheesy slice (pepperoni, sausage, extra olives) to you, sir, and wish you all the best as you Flame On.
- Feckless
Oh man I had forgotten about the slash on Brown. You'll be missed Smitty, if only by me haha.
Dear Pizza Goalie,
Your Grease in the Crease, as the Fella with the Mozzarella, was never dull while you were a Coyote. I will miss the fantastic flashy saves, which you made with high drama. I won't be so misty-eyed about your dives, which were made with equally high drama. You take with you the memory of the Red Wings goal and Butt Goals 1 & 2 in equal measure. Your legendary puck-handling skills marked you when you used them to get the puck out of the zone to your teammates like an extra defenseman, but even more so when they resulted in stupid-ass turnovers that left the net open for easy opposing goals. Sayonara, too, to your ailing body parts that sabotaged many of your seasons, and also to the perfectly healthy body parts that sabotaged most of the others.
I will never forget 2011-2012, when you backstopped us to an amazing season that came to a grinding halt in the Conference Finals, like a bowling ball falling off of the roof of a furniture store. Your fiery stares at your own defensemen, your carping at the refs after they did not respect your twitching, agonized body flopping all over the crease when you had been lightly nudged, and your exasperation with your teammates after someone sniped you high glove, or low glove, or five hole, or basically anywhere around the net that you left open by going down in the butterfly too soon, or stretching out to make some amazing save and forgetting that rebounds exist.
The reporters who phone in their duties as "journalists" around this team will miss your candor and lanky goofiness that may or may not be intentional. Todd Walsh particularly will miss opportunities to wax rhapsodic about your strength and fire during the one season where it almost mattered. We'll miss seeing your kids at Diamondbacks games because it's impossible to miss them with that Funky Flow that you have forced upon their heads.
I'm sure you'll miss Arizona a bit, because of the weather and the upscale shopping and all the cool stuff you can do in the Corridor of the Mightily Blessed out there in Scottsdale. But I believe you when you say that you're thrilled to be playing for a Canadian team, because you have the same erroneous idea in your noggin that, because the fans up there have less to do and more single-mindedness than we do, playing hockey there will be oh so much more fulfilling. You'll get comfy quick because there are so many familiar faces there who are ex-Coyotes. Also, Calgary has threatened to relocate if they don't get a subsidized arena, so you should have no problem feeling right at home.
I just hope you're not too upset when you realize that you'll be playing home games in a city that can get as cold as a meat locker, and then discovering that when you make one of your sadly not-so-rare brain farts on the ice, the boos and vitriol will be much louder.
I dip my cheesy slice (pepperoni, sausage, extra olives) to you, sir, and wish you all the best as you Flame On.
- Feckless
Best part of that was the penalty on Brown. Hilarious.
All time great moment in Coyote history.