Give a big, warm THW welcome to today’s guest bloggers, Francesca and Destiny. They are lifelong hockey fans, the children of Thrashers STH, and honor students at Reggie Dunlop Middle School.
Heh-LO! I’m Francesca Elizabeth Johnson and this is my bestie, Destiny Agnes Gomez. Say Hi, Destiny!
We’re here to write about the conference finals. Now, we have to say there’s not nearly as much drama as last year. Right, Des?
I still think Sasha and Teenstache should have either kissed or stripped to the waist and fought it out until Sasha left Teenstache in a puddle of weepy boypulp in the middle of the Ig.
I thought you liked the Penguins.
I do! All of the Russians on there and Guerin and Flower and Wolfboy are all cool. But come on, Matt Cooke and Sidney Crosby? HATE THEM! Oh, and they dumped my sweet Miro.
He’s better off with Boston. So what do we love most about this year’s conference finals?
Word. Monday night? At The Tank? Dave Bolland decided to be a little bitch to Jumbo Joe Thornton and grab his stick. Hello? You don’t pull on Superman’s cape and you DON’T take things that don’t belong to you and do belong to Jumbo. Jumbo sent a message later on during a faceoff and got a time out.
The sweetest part of the game happened in the last eighteen seconds of the third period. There’s this huge fight going on with Marleau and the refs are trying to pull them apart. Off to the side? While this is going on? Jumbo takes down Bolland again. It was sweet. Then Jumbo and Marleau get pulled off of who they were beating up and they were like, “Dudes, this is so done!” and they go down the ramp into the locker room.
And Boyle and all of these Blackhawks were like, doubleyou tee eff, we still have seventeen seconds to play. Then the refs talked to the people who talked to Toronto and they were like “Whatevs. Just skate until the clock runs out.”
It was so cool!
So Thursday night? Habs and Flyers and there were fights and it was okay. Then third period?
The magic begins.
Hartnell? He was all flying hair and leaping on that poor Hab like a fat guy on a chocolate chip cookie.
It was sweet.
It was very sweet. But I have to wonder. Where was Carcillo? He was almost sedate last night. They need to let Animal out of his cage.
Our definition of a sweet life right now? We actually like all four teams in the running, ao whoever wins is fine by us. An even sweeter life? A Sharks-Flyers Ess See Eff Series. We don’t care who wins.
Word to my sister!
Until then, this is Francesca!
And this is Destiny!
LIFE’S GONNA SUCK UNTIL YOU DROP THE PUCK!