Morning Afternoon, everyone. Hope you all had a good weekend and weren't up until 8 am like a certain blogger I know. He wasn't blogging either, he was drinking - a lot. Anyways, we've got some Canucks stuff, some other shit from around the league. If you've walked it off and had a salt tablet, lets get at it!
>> Just when you thought that Sami Salo was the most unlucky, injury prone Canuck of all time, David Booth comes along and...well, lets be real here. No one is worse than Salo is with injuries. Fucking no one. But Booth is a close second. Looks like he's done for the season, or at least one can jump to that conclusion with his stall being emptied today and Jordan Schroeder having his gear placed there after being called up from the Wolves.
>> Steve Ewen still doesn't have a funny nickname with me, but I'm sure he'll get one. Either way, he talks about Keith Ballard coming out of the million dollar dog house and back into the line up tonight with Christopher Tanev.
>> Want to watch a brawl? Yeah, of course you do! Here's one of the Chicago Wolves and Rockford Icehogs going at it. What makes this interesting, other than it being a brawl is that Rockford is the AHL affiliate of the Chicago Blackhawks. Neat.
>> The Canucks re-stocked the cupboards by signing Swedish forward Ludwig Blonstrand. Neat.
That's all for the Canucks this afternoon. I have a ton of shit to do, but before that, lets see what those other assholes are up to.
The Other Guys:
>> Just when you think Patrick Kane can't be anymore of a fucking idiot he says that the Chicago Blackhawks want revenge on the Colorado Avalanche for snapping their streak. You fucking KNOW Kane was the guy saying "Come on, guys! No losses ALL YEAR!"
>> For those people who thought that Paul Holmgren could be Brett Hull's Dad, keep it to yourself, no one cares. But one thing that is certain, he isn't going anywhere.
>> Apparently Steve Ott is still a fucking dirt bag. Here's why.
That's where I'll end it with those assholes today. Thanks for reading, go out and enjoy the sun a little. Ignore the wind and throw on some shorts, or don't. Whatever, I'm not your Mom.
Have a good one!