Though my normal activity around here tends to suggest otherwise, I actually had a fairly typical childhood where I was raised by two wonderful parents. However, my hockey upbringing started almost from birth and included such wonders as tennis courts, robots, a little crying and a whole lot of hotdogs. (And yes, this is all meatspin free, next question?)

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Well it's over, the season that began with such great potential has come crashing down around us. (Insert tasteless poland joke here...too soon?) However as I enter this limbo period between Blues hockey and camp, I am forced to reflect upon what happened during this season and at least try to find some real highlights from the 09-10 campaign. So here they are, accompanied by a few extra musings and stories, all of it is meatspin free...I promise

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IRAQI HOCKEY PLAYER

The Detroit Red Wings foreign scout flies to Baghdad
to watch a young Iraqi play hockey in the new American
sponsored league and is suitably impressed and
arranges for him to come over to the US .

Ken Holland signs him to a one year contract and the
kid joins the team for the preseason.

Two weeks later the Wings are down 4-0 to the
Blackhawks with only 10 minutes left. Mike Babcock
gives the young Iraqi the nod and he goes in.
The kid is a sensation - scores 5 goals in 10 minutes
and wins the game for Wings! The fans are delighted,
the players and coaches are delighted
and the media love the new star.

When the player comes off the ice he phones his mom to
tell her about his first day of NHL hockey. "Hello
mom, guess what?" he says in an Iraqi accent. "I
played for 10 minutes today, we were 4-0 down, but I
scored 5 goals and we won. Everybody loves me, the
fans, the media, they all love me."

Wonderful," says his mom, "Let me tell you about my
day. Your father got shot in the street and robbed,
your sister and I were ambushed,
raped and beaten and your brother has joined a gang of
looters, and all while you were having such great
time." The young Iraqi is very upset.

"What can I say mom, but I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? You're Sorry?" says his mom,
"It's your fault we moved to Detroit in the first place!"

With our arch nemesis Detroit currently shitting the bed like a 4 year old on laxatives, I decided to investigate how their blog, Winging It In Motown was handling Detroits plummet from power.

* Almost none of what follows is based in any sort of legitimate reporting, except the fact that the Red Wings suck and that Detroit makes most of eastern Europe look like Disneyworld.

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So I have this friend who goes to school near Philly, she has a room mate whose father is part of the flyers organization so long story short I will be attending the November 7th Blues Flyers game in Philadelphia and sitting in primo seats. The only downside to this is that I'm afraid that Flyers fans might not respond very nicely to my excessive pride in the Blues (people in Philly threw batteries at Santa Clause for christs sake) Either way it is bound to be one of the most insane weekends of my life and I figured that I'd let you know now so you're not confused when I fall silent after Nov. 7.

Im a slow learner, so 11 things is tough, but here we go

11) Dont go near big blue rats

10) Compound swearing

9) That once you trick someone into going to meatspin, people tend to not click on anything you post

8) The sweater never touches the floor

7) That there are non-family members in the state of Michigan that have not been infected by the Detroit Douche Flu

6) Higher tolerance (but not for people)

5) During the regular season, Sharks are friends not douchebags who killed our best shot at the cup in the past decade

4) If I don't get my morning links, I get grumpy and violent

3) More tolerance (still not for people)

2) David Backes is actually god and if I ever decide to go back to church I had better be wearing #42

1)  Even if you did almost clobber an innocent bystander with a shoe following a Blues loss, there are still people who will accept you

So as many of you know, I often use my education in physics to construct large pneumatic cannons which I then test in my back yard by shooting stuff into the next subdivision. Now for a while people have been constructing a very nice house in that subdivision that I often used for target practice since no one had bought the house. (I'm sure the rotting oranges accumulating on the roof made it a tough sell) However, someone finally bought the house and just try and guess who it is.... None other than John Mr. Sunshine on my god damn shoulders Davidson, seriously. The man is moving into a house only a few hundred yards from mine, so now the question becomes 'do I stop aiming towards his house when testing out my contraptions?'

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Alright, so I've just about finished decompressing from what was the best and most insane summer of my entire life and to get me back into the swing of things, I feel I should share some of the moments that made this summer great. (You guys are like my only friends so deal with it. (seriously, would you be my friend if the internet wasn't between us?)) So strap yourselves in, grab a cold drink (or 8) and enjoy a incredibly biased description of some of the highs and lows of my time as a camp counselor.

Warning!!! This may be the longest and unentertaining post in the history of STLGT...however, it still ranks way above anything ever written for Winging It In Motown.

Being a counselor made me feel this cool every single day....

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Well summer is just about over and that means two things, first camp is now over leaving me slightly depressed since it was one of the best experiences of my life, and two without the constant annoyance of kids and higher-ups making me act 'camp appropriate' I can now return to my normal ruckus raising ways of old. Its a difficult trade off but I'll take it, especially when the season starts back up. Anyway, I'm gonna take some time to adjust to showering daily, eating real food, not having to count the number of people I'm with and no feeling abnormally tall. In the meantime, I recommend researching a way to prevent meatspin from ever being opened on your computer. Peace out guys, it feels good to be back. FUCK DETROIT

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Sadly the moment has finally arrived, tomorrow morning I will be leaving the comfort of my home and heading off to my job at Camp Lakewood. With this will come a long drought in my visits to this wonderful site since Lakewood gives me just enough computer time during the week to check email and facebook. In my absence I would hope that Carnie will cover the job of unnecessary swearing, DK will keep the fear of meatspin fresh in everyones minds and that Juan and Chris won't realize how nice the site is without me and decided to ban me. I'm sure it will be an incredibly fun summer but I'll always have the feeling that something is missing until I am able to return. Good luck to you all, Go Blues and FUCK DETROIT.

-RFJCC 

Ok i cranked two of the submitted prompts out in like 20 minutes. In my opinion it's not my best work, but you guys seem to enjoy these so here we go...

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Prompt: How did the book Star Girl change your life?(Submitted by Carnie)

         According to Wikipedia, Jerry Spinelli’s novel Stargirl “centers on a new 10th grade student at Mica Area High School in Arizona: Stargirl Caraway, otherwise known as Susan Julia Caraway, an eccentric and compassionate girl who has spent her previous years in homeschooling.” Upon reading this quick description I immediately think of our friend Carnie, but then realize that the girl is described as ‘compassionate’ and realize that I am waaayyy off. As I read further I realize that this is one of those books you give to kids in order to teach them to be unique by acting shit-fucking crazy all the time. Dear god I can’t begin to tell you how annoying this is, especially when I’m working at a camp filled with kids who were spoon-fed this nonsense. Oh I just glanced again at the Wiki article again and found out that this chick plays the goddamn Ukulele…WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT? I mean why not learn the guitar, one it’s cooler and two it scores you way more ass than the Ukulele. (Seriously when was the last time you ever hear of a Ukulele player scoring with anyone other than his or her hand? (Rosey Palms anyone?)) Wait hold up, it seems that Wiki is informing me that because this girl is clinically insane, the narrator of the novel falls in love with her. OH FUCK ME RUNNING, are you serious? I mean it’s dumb for a person to fall like someone solely for their looks, but isn’t equally dumb to like someone because they act like they’ve had a lobotomy? Ok now give me a second to finish reading this plot recap and I’ll let you know how it ends……Oh man it’s worse than I imagined. Ok so like any stereotypical book about high school, the basketball team goes to the state play-offs. (Can anyone here name a novel where the high school basketball was mediocre?) Then it seems that the high school blames Stargirl for them losing in the playoffs. (Brad and Juan I blame the two of you for what happened to the Blues, yea that makes TOTAL sense) Now because of this, stargirl realizes that it’s not cool to act retarded (you think her parents would have told her that) and tries to fit in. In a hilarious turn of events, she fails and returns to being crazy, which causes the narrator to dump her, (seriously this guy might be more fucked up than stargirl) right before the big dance, and response stargirl basically whores herself out to a bunch of guys at the dance. (Wow, now that is and ORIGINAL way to respond to being dumped) She then disappears leaving the narrator, and the reader, wondering ‘what the hell just happened to me?’. In conclusion, I hate books that teach kids to be unique by acting as fucked up as possible. Here’s a tip, if you like doing something, keep doing it. Who gives a rat’s ass if it is conforming or not. It’s your goddamn life so do whatever you want and fuck the rest.(I think I stole that from a movie...)

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Prompt: If you were a wealthy landowner in the South would you support slavery? Would you own slaves?(Submitted by Wennington4)

(This is intended to be humorous, not racist…Please bear with me)

            Ah slavery, the American equivalent of the holocaust (of course since we were first chronologically, does that mean the holocaust was the German equivalent of slavery?) Anyway I’m pretty sure that this question half answers itself. I mean how the hell could I acquire wealth and land without slavers? It’s like scoring 50 goals all without a hockey stick, it cant be done and you’re gonna look like a fool for trying. I mean can you imagine the conversations my neighbors would have once they found out that I was farming my own land?

Neighbor One: Y’all hear about Mister Jennings down the road, I hear he works in the field all day

Neighbor Two: I do declare, you mean he works all day like a common slave?

Neighbor One: Indeed he claims he enjoys the work but I think he wants to fit in with the Negros.

Neighbor Two: Be like a negro? That wont happen till they start recording their music and invent such things as rock n roll, hip hop and afro’s

Neighbor One: Hip hop? Afro’s? Son what are you talking about?

Neighbor Two: I never told you? I can see into the future…

Neighbor One: WITCH! YOURE A WITCH! YOU MUST BURN!!!

(The next day I’m down to one neighbor who smells a lot like smoke)

So yes if I were a wealthy land-owner way down in Dixie I would have a whole slew of slaves to my work, leaving me free to pursue a higher level of education like so many southerners do today. (See what I did there?) Now as for supporting slavery, I’m pretty sure I would question the morality of it on a daily basis and it would probably make me feel bad. Naturally I would counteract this feeling of guilt by consuming large amounts of alcohol every night so I guess my overall feelings towards slavery would be neutral. Of course if we ignore the morality of the situation (I do this more and more theses days, like last week when I robbed to local 7 eleven in order to pay for a hit I put out on one of the prostitutes I was pimping. (I totally ignored morality on that one)) then I think owning slaves would be kinda awesome. I mean who doesn’t want a bunch of free help that will do whatever you need them to do? (Actually today you can just go to mexico for that, but you’ll need a truck, and a friend on the border patrol) In conclusion if I were a wealthy landowner in the South, I would most likely own salves and would probably support slavery just so I would fit in and not cause one of my fine neighbors to be burned at the stake.

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One of you brilliant members (i forgot who and am too lazy to check) asked if they could submit essay prompts for me to defile. What and AWESOME idea. So if you have any essay prompts laying around or feel like trying to make one up(The more obscure the better since I will be forced to make more stuff up) please submit them in the comments. I'll try and destroy all of them in due time or at least until I really offend someone and they make me stop.

Ok this one might not go over as well since you kinda have to have read the book to know whats going on. Also it might be offensive to those who majored in englsih...Also please ignore any grammar errors, like I said before I'm a physics major who hates to edit his writing.

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Prompt: In a well-organized essay, explain your feelings towards Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights and your opinion on what you feel the main idea or theme of the novel was. Be sure to use quotes to back up your opinion.

            Many critics consider Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights to her best piece of writing (considering she only live to 30 and this was her ONLY novel, this isn’t really a very insightful opinion, but what else would you expect from literary critics), and often claim that the main theme of the novel is that love conquers all, even death. (Tell that to OJ’s girlfriend) In my opinion that is an completely disillusioned theme generated by a bunch of prissy English majors who sit around in sofa chairs, drinking latte’s and trying to come up with over-romanticized themes for famous novels in order to make it look like they are actually contributing to society. Sadly no amount of Penguin Classics (such as Wuthering Heights) will save them from global warming, those goddamn beatniks. (I’ll apologize when I see an english major develop a fusion reactor, so I guess I’m not apologizing) Anyway I found that the main theme of Wuthering Heights is that money can buy you love, which I guess means that Apple Records is about to sue Emily Bronte back to the 17th century. (Anyone see what I did there?)

You see the main stud in the novel, Heathcliff, was nothing but a poor gypsy orphan (is that redundant?) who was adopted by a senile old man with way too much money. So Heathcliff came to live at the foreboding Wuthering Heights (Once again it was named by that senile bastard, the rest of the family wanted to call it Euro Disneyland, but it was to cheery a home for such a name) where he meets Catherine Earnshaw, who if she looked anything like the lady on the cover of my version of the novel, which was loaned to me by my high school english class and was missing over 50 pages( ain’t public school great?), was a total babe. Sadly Heathcliff was nothing but a poor adopted gypsy boy, which meant he had no chance at marrying her because in Victorian era England, ‘You gotta have that pahpa if you wanna be a playa’. (it’s hilarious how similar Victorian era culture is to modern gangster rap) So even though Heathcliff and Cathy were totally diggin’ what the other had to offer, they could not be together because Heathcliff was dirt poor. This compelled Heathcliff to run away (what a pussy) for years and then suddenly return as a cultured man with loads of green to his name. (they never explain how he got his money, but I’m thinking he did whatever the 17th century version of “favors in an airport bathroom” was) Now he is ready to claim his woman, but sadly she ran off and married the neighbor boy, who was a total dolt. (Think Mike Keenan only more of a bitch) For the rest of the novel, Heathcliff tries to reclaim Cathy, but she dies young, leaving him alone with his money. Eventually he pays off the guy at the local graveyard dig up her grave and bury him with here when he finally dies, which is way more creepy than romantic. Thus it is proven that money can’t buy love, just a healthy case of necrophilia.

And Now for my quote…At one point in the novel, Cathy tries to express her deep love for Heathcliff by exclaiming ‘I am Heathcliff’, which I found strange because if someone did that in front of me, my first impression would be that they were a guy. Thus I think those sissy english critics/majors should spend more time looking over Wuthering Heights for evidence that Cathy was a tranny.

THE END

So as college has worn on, I've started a little pastime where I take peoples essay prompts( being a physics major I dont get many), get loaded up on a four pack of NOS energy drinks and then do my best write their paper. What is created is a non-sequitur mess of words and ideas usually relating to food or TV. Since it is the off season i figured I might as well let you guys have a gander at some of these beauties so here we go...

Here is the description for the paper:

Write a 3-4 page typed, double spaced paper answering the following:
Imagine yourself as a contemporary of the Reformation period which includes all splits of Christianity we have discussed in class and those described by your textbook to date (including the Catholic Reformation). Which church in the 16th century would you choose to be a part of? Luther's? Calvin's? The Catholic Church? Another church (be specific)?

Assume that you must choose a Christian denomenation and church existing during the 16th century.

A few suggestions for content: Defend your allegiance to a specific church by discussing any important theological issue(s) you might see as integral to your decision, and/or the leader(s) of the church you have chosen to be a part of. You can also denounce any actions/beliefs other churches of the day are partaking in that you do not agree with to better strengthen your argument for why you are choosing to be a member of the church you have chosen.

There is no right or wrong answer to the question; more important is how you formulate your response.

Support your ideas with specific references to people, ideas, and events during the Reformation you see as being key to formulating your decision.

And here is the essay:

If I were back in the 16th Century and face with such a religious dilemma, I would follow a path very similar to that of the late great Martin Luther. After a hearty meal of Lamb-O’s cereal (basically lamb jerky mixed with goats milk) I would march into the town square, jog up the church steps and proceed to nail a single cooked pasta noodle to the front door of the church. (I would hope to use the noodle used in lasagna, since those 16th century nails are HUGE) This action would symbolize the beginning of the Pastafarian religion (if you don’t know about this awesome sect of religion, you should really quit your day job) and as people gathered around; many of them asking, “what the hell is that stunningly handsome young man (it’s true) doing nailing a piece of pasta to the church? Is the church now a Pasta House or Olive Garden? I’m really pulling for an Olive Garden, my family LOVES their salad and breadsticks, also when we’re there we really do feel like family”, I would hop into my Black 1969 Dodge Charger with racing stripes and a Hemi that I brought with me in the time machine. (How else did you expect me to research this paper? You can’t just walk to the 16th century, unless of course you walk to downtown Detroit….ZING!! And no professor, you can’t borrow the time machine to go back to the 1960’s and see the Monkees live, they suck and opened the door for the Jonas Brothers to become popular and ruin a generation of young women. Just go to Wal-Mart and buy their greatest hits.) In conclusion, it is my belief that if one of the main religions today were to acquire the trifecta of a car from the future, a time machine and a single piece of ethnic cuisine, they would dominate all the other religions for millennia. Jesus almost assembled the trifecta, but his dad refused to pay to have the Vette fixed because Jesus forgot his mother’s birthday. According to J-dog, this was totally skeet because his ride was totally BITCHIN.

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So last weekend I made the trek from Columbia to St. Louis in order to see The Black Keys live at Wash U's end of semester celebration(affectionately called WILD). So the bus pulls into Saint Louis Union Station at about 4pm on Friday and as I'm walking to the metrolink station, I see the Drinkscotch center and I sigh deeply thinking about how the season ended. Of course this grief didn't last long since the minute I got off the metrolink at Wash U my sister met me with a few shots of vodka and a hug. (You see WILD is basically an excuse for everyone at Wash U to start drinking at noon so my sister wanted to get me up to speed as fast as possible.) After my mouth stopped burning, we headed over to the frats where I met my sisters friends who all decided to remind me how much I looked like my sister.(it's truly one of the most annoying things ever) This was very painful until one of her guy friends came up to me, told me how much I looked like her and then handed me a full plastic boot of beer. (Think Beerfest, I'm not kidding) So I put that away and then headed off to find my friends who go to Wash U. Naturally they could be found in one of the dorms drinking heavily. Upon my arrival to my friends dorm I finish of one of my friends rum and coke and then crack open some more beer. Eventually we find me my friends and their entire dorm floor singing along to Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer' and it is at this point we decide that it is time to head off to the concert.

Now the journey to the quad of Wash U for the concert was nothing short of epic. Upon leaving the dorm many of us were surprised to find that it was still daylight out which when drunk is way stranger than it should be. Of course this was phenomenon was eclipsed by the group of students in front of us. It seems that one of them was so drunk that they decided to kick over a pair of trash cans and throw a patio chair all in front of a campus cop. This lead to a very interesting exchange of words between the cop, the guy and his girlfriend.

Cop- "Why'd you just throw that chair?"

Drunk Guy- "Ummm...."

Drunk Girl "What are you talking about? There are no chairs"(there are about 5 chairs within arms reach of all of them)

Cop-(To girl)- "Get out of here before I arrest you too"

Drunk Girl- "Alright alright, dont taze me bro"

Cop- "That's it! Both of you are coming with me!"

So after this and a stop to allow one of us to puke in a bush, we made it to the concert at about 7ish. The Black Keys didn't come on till about 9 so we all sat in the grass and watched the other groups perform while slowly starting to sober up. As the night wore on I began to get more and more excited until I glanced at my watch and realized that if not for some dubious officiating in game 4, the Blues game would have been starting in a few minutes. Disheartened, I let out another sigh which was apparently heard by a girl sitting a few feet away because it resulted in this conversation. (For accuracy, slur your words when reading this)

Girl- Whats with the sigh and long face

Me- Wha? Oh that..I was just lamenting (i use big words at Wash U to fit in) the fact that the Blues should have been playing right now if we hadn't gotten screwed by the NHL.

Girl- Well that stinks

Me- I know, I fucking love the Blues, but I also love the Black Keys so its hard to be sad but it's also hard to be excited

Girl- Well lets see if we can change that....

Me- Say what? Really? No Joke? Ok!!

Now I'll let you figure out what happened from here, but I would like to point out that in certain situations ,mentioning your profound love of the Blues can actually help you chances with women. It's strange and illogical, but then again women seem to have their own system of logic that is impossible for men to understand. All in all it was a freaking awesome night

-I RFJCC realize that this is a completely random post with almost no point and is way too long for anyone on this site to actually read

11) Paul Kariya, Erik Johnson, Eric Brewer and D.J. King should all be ready to play in our next game

10) Shoe related injuries have become almost non-existent in Columbia, Missouri

9) Three words: Disney on Ice!!

8) Though broken, all of our hearts have finally resumed beating after going on strike since mid-March

7) Miraculously, even though we were completely fleeced by the refs, the only things broken were a window and an office chair, and both were by the same person.

6) Louie now has time to wash that damn suit and get some pants tailored

5) The chances of me dropping the F-bomb in front of an 8 year old have decreased dramatically

4) We still don't have a creepy pair of twins on our team

3) The guys running STLGT have not shut down the website in a blind rage

2) No matter how many cups they win, Detroit will still suck more than a Vegas hooker and Draper will still be gay

1) Remember that time we were in last place at the start of 2009 and then somehow made the playoffs? Yea that was pretty fucking awesome.

BANHAMMER!!

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Yes, DK won it with the very first comment, bow down to his epic naming skills. Now I just need to come up with a PG rated way to explain my nickname to campers and their parents. Obviously I can't tell them the truth about meatspin and what not. Thanks to all who submitted ideas, and be sure to keep this place classy when I'm gone after May 20th

Here it is, the vote on what my name will become for a period of 3 months or at least until I'm fired for trying to teach kids floor hockey by making them watch Slapshot. Your Ideas are much appreciated. Here is the poll, I included some submissions by other outside influences, but it is up to you guys to make the final decision.  GOOD LUCK and FUCK DETROIT!!

(Voting Ends Sunday at Midnight)

Here's the deal, the folks at YMCA Camp Lakewood are telling me that I need to come up with a counselor nickname by the end of the month. Now for those who don't know, the counselor nicknames are very important at Camp Lakewood. Campers are not allowed to know their counselors real name and if they find out, they get to throw their counselor in the lake(Notice: I can't swim very well). Sadly most of my ideas are either stupid (such as my CC nickname 'Sweet-tooth'), already used (some asshat already took Zamboni) or totally inappropriate for a YMCA camp(such as 'Sham-wow' or my friends suggestion 'Nocturnal Fellatio'). Thus in desperation I have turned to you my fellow Game Timers for a quality nickname. The rules are simple...

1. Come up with a creative/hilarious/not retarded nickname
2. Submit it in the comments
3. I will choose my favorites and put them up for a blog-wide vote
4. The name with the most votes wins and will be my name for an entire summer

Now since I am in college and therefore broke, the prize for winning isnt great. In fact the current prize is only glory because I can't come up with a better prize than just mailing the winner an autographed picture.(It could become valuable someday when I do something REALLY stupid) Please help me out, I don't want to be one of those counselors with a gay-ass name like 'sparkles' or 'sneaky pete'

Here it is, a full recap of my spring break. Hopefully this will provide you with some Sunday evening/Monday morning entertainment

Friday, March 20th- Arrived home to a wonderful steak dinner prepared by my mother. Then I trekked down to WashU to hang with an old friend who goes there. Unfortunately this night was slightly ruined by another friend who tried sneak into a casino and failed miserably. Thus we were forced to pick him up from the local police station and preventing me from seeing the end of the Calgary game. Fortunately part of the night was salvaged by a rousing game of Loaded Questions.(If you've never played I strongly recommend you go pick up a copy. Carnie you will be amazing at this game)

Saturday, March 21st- Spent the day unearthing Papes II from the basement and setting it up in my driveway. Then I decided to do a little damage to our friends from Detroit...If you havent seen it already

Sunday, March 22nd- Slept till noon and then fired up the cannon. This time some friends and I tried to set a new distance record. As google earth shows...a new record was set

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Tuesday March 24th- Attended the first of my two Blues games during the week. This time with my friend and most of his dorm floor from WashU, many of whom had never even been to a hockey game.(minuse one kid who was a Fuckhawks fan, she took massive amounts of shit from me) Here are a few highpoints from the game...

- Stood mere feet from the towel guy, then gave him the finger and walked away.

- Got the group I was with on the jumbotron by telling the camera guy in the section that it was a good idea to 'film a bunch of rowdy college coeds'. He agreed but then the asshat only got the lower part of my torso in the shot.

- Got all the kids to first yell at the towel guy to jump and then yell at angela every time she showed up around the arena.

- Tried the convince the Fuckhawks fan that Towes and Sharp were gay together

- Oh yea and the Blues won....

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- Here is the only photo taken of me at the game....Surprisingly it was during the one moment I was not yelling at either the players, the refs or angelllllla

Wednesday March 25th- Filmed the second of the 'detroit vs cannon' video. Tim Cheveldae did not survive

Thursday March 26th- Student night at the Blues game. This seemed like an awesome idea since i got sweet ass seats for 20 bucks but no one warned me about the people I would be seated with. Directly in front of me was a massive PDA couple who were so bad that I think I might have gotten an STD when I high-fived the guy after a Oshies goal. To my right was a kid who decided that it was too hot for a Blues jersey so he took it off and shoved it under his seat, the disrespectful douchebag. Finally to my left  was a lady who got super offended when I asked the ref if he was pregnant because he has missed a few periods. My friend later informed me that this lady was in fact pregnant...my bad. Fortunately I was able to take refuge during one of the intermissions outside of section 305 and when the Blues started kicking canadian ass nothing could get me down. I also took great joy in say goodbye to the Vancouver fans who left my section 4 minutes early. 

Friday and Saturday- Pretty much the same outside of a round of bowling with WebUkid. Slept most of the day and then went out into the night to  own the locals in drinking games, mainly beer pong. Sadly I was forced to dismantle to cannon on saturday and move it back to the basement till summer. All in all it was a pretty spectacular week