The Price is wrong. So, so wrong.
For obvious reasons, I don't really want to give you an in depth recap on this one.
Our 200th consecutive sold out game went something like this:
Yeah. Not so good.
This was a horribly frustrating game to watch. Everytime we got a chance in the offensive zone, the Habs had it off the glass and out. Everytime they got the puck on their sticks it was dumped deep and we spent the rest of our lives trying to get it out. 
I think life just ended for the two Pens fans bottom right in the yellow gold jerseys. 
I never knew giving up the first goal of an early March game to be quite so devastating.
After the Habs 3rd unanswered goal, Fleury willingly exited the net. Note he was not chased. Fleury doesn't get chased out of fucking no where. All parties simply agreed that the best thing was for MAF and his beloved posts to part ways until tomorrow.
I'm not blaming MAF for this one in anyway. The guys were flat all game and there's only so much a goalie can do for you in a situation like that.
Brent Johnson steps in for the last 30 something minutes to keep the score less embarassing than it could have been.
3-0 Habs
Pens lose.
Alt Stars
1
Was not actually captured on film in this game, despite being much more than a pretty face.
2 and 3
FYI I have nicknamed Lovejoy/Engelland Loveland. I'm writing Bylsma to make sure that they are always paired together.
In case you want to have a pity party, here's a stat to add some flavour to the punch: 265 man games lost. That's one fuck of a lot. However, instead of a pity party, I suggest getting PISSED and breaking shit. Breaking shit always makes me feel better.
Oilers tomorrow at 3.
NEVER LOSING AGAIN
Very important picture that must be included in here....even wen the pens loose we manage to make people our bitch or hurt their cruch http://twitpic.com/496f5x
Okay going forward, the players on this team are not allowed to cut, shave, pluck (as in eyebrows, Monsieur Dupuis) or pop (as in a pimple, Mr. Lovejoy) ANYTHING on their person without first consulting with me. So fucking serious about this, man. The deal is, if you grow it you gotta sign the virtual waiver as in you're giving up being responsible for what happens to that juicy pimple you just grew or those scraggly mutton chops. Because it's then my job and my domain to say when/if it's okay to tweak. Just had to get that off my chestal area.
"Loveland" is just perfect, and it almost makes up for the fact that I've just lost an hour's sleep and my antibiotics are tricking my nose into thinking that everything I'm smelling is hot, flaming garbage. I'm also starting to think that Mr. Neal has tricked us into thinking he plays hockey 'cause he doesn't want us to know about his infomercial past. The blindingly ivory veneers are the giveaway.
I did as commanded at the "getting PISSED" part but right before I started breaking things I went over the two girls reacting after the first goal and just collapsed laughing.... yeah it was a shit game and according to Errey, Flower doesn't have a stick because "he smashed in to 5000 pieces against the wall going down the runway" yeah if I didn't watch this game with Bob and Paul commenting I would defenetly fall asleep.... it was like watching a Wild's game wich I describe as dying slowly
