Ugh… I probably shouldn’t have had that gallon of Strawberry Quik before the game.

I don’t know who’s gonna clean up all these yellow shirts, but it’s not gonna be me.

Get out of my way, I’m trying to Landeskog over here!

Don’t make eye contact, don’t make eye contact…

Ha ha, when I turn my head sideways you look like you are laying down!

I am so not high-fiving that guy.

A break from the norm today to bring you a very special sad hockey guy.  Craig Smith, rookie for the Nashville Predators, has an empty net before him.  Instead of just nudging the puck in for the goal, like most people would, he decides to go top shelf for no reason at all.  Kid, empty net goals don’t have to be pretty, but they DO have to be goals.  

What IS the sound of one hand clapping..?

…the maple kind?

I ain’t even mad.

“Hey, can you guys give me directions to Grand Central Station?”

“Yeah, sure, just go up about ten blocks, can’t miss it.”

Where did I go wrong?

Oh, ok…  I guess just pout.

The Examiner’s sad caption:  ”Henrik Zetterberg (40) looks to the heavens for answers (AP, Jerry Mendoza)”