Can anybody find me somebody to love?

If anyone actually follows this blog and is a real completist about things, you might have noticed that I never posted a sad hockey guy from the Stanley Cup Playoffs.  I think I was in denial.  I didn’t want to accept that the season had ended.  Now that the new season is starting (finally), I think it’s time to put last season to bed.

There are a lot of great photos out there but maybe someone out there has a favorite.  Send it along and I’ll feature it next week.

I seriously think I need a breath mint.

Whoa, I just had the craziest dream that there was more than one king!  So ridiculous.  Everyone knows that monarchies only have ONE king, right?  MONarchy, as in mono, as in one.  You can’t possibly have a whole team of kings.  Stupid Los Angeles.  

Awesome, now that hockey’s over I can get back to my first love - bowling!

Everybody stand back!!

Nice try, Nash, but trying to trick us into thinking you can fly won’t convince any other team to sign you.

Poor Old Yeller… it’s just not fair!

Now that this game is over I can get back to raising awareness about Blurry Face Syndrome.

I wouldn’t feel nearly as bad about letting that goal in if our uniforms weren’t so fucking ugly.

Hold on, let me just check the replay… oh, yeah, that’s a goal.

I know you guys think you’re pretty great, but I’ve been playing this whole game with only one leg.

Hey, what’s going on over there?

Humbly I kneel before you, almighty kings…

Wait… if the cat has a 50% chance of being alive or dead as long as I don’t open the box, does that mean I should open it or not?