WUH-BOOM! Fuck yeah! Look at those world chunks fly! Well, that's space for you. Just two planets floating around, going about their own planetary business, their little planet minds preoccupied with their myriad planetary hopes and dreams and insecurities and fears until one day fucking BAM! Instant prog-rock LP cover. Only ashes and silence remain. Just another day in the cold, unknowable vastness of an uncaring universe. If you ask me, that smaller planet should have kept its head up. All part of the game.
ANY-WAYS, the team from my old town takes on the team from my new town tonight. Where oh where will my allegiance fall? On the side of the sad-sack, piece of shit, mercifully easy to ignore Maple Leafs whose defence has barfed up 23 goals against while losing four of their five with no hope in sight? Or on the side of the plucky Oilers, winners of their last two and seemingly destined to ride the sublimely skilled Hemsky, suddenly non-shitty Souray, magically delicious Deslauriers and newly-acquired human jackhammer Jesse Boulerice to an all-but-assured victory?
It's a tough call. I've yet to decide.
Rexall is going to packed to the rafters with patently obnoxious Leafers tonight. The Oilers would do well to silence them early en route to a... oh, I don't know... 7-2 win. Gonna be a blowout, kids. Keep your heads up out there!
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