I remember reading Kris Draper's article in The Players Tribune about how he was traded from Winnipeg to Detroit for $1, then how Dave Winfield was traded for a dinner. I'd take a similar return for Spooner.I wouldn't be bothered if Spooner was non-tendered or dumped for a pick.
I love you you magnificent bastard.Man, it was hard not to nancy down 2-0. We all judge thyself, right? I thought about it, felt content with McAvoy's development, and at least.... AND WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING.
It was immediately time for whiskey. I must fight the feeling of contentment. The justification. The terrible rationalization. Sack the fuck up, and take their fucking milkshake. They want to drink it on you. Flaunt it in your face. They scoff at you with your half a defense, and have their planned celebrations after the game. Fuck that noise. This is not over. They haven't punched their fucking bitch ass Guy Boucher villain looking trap playing bore the fucking game up tickets yet. You have life. Breathe into it. Reach deep down, and rise up and punch those fucking douche bags in the face. Fuck Phanuef. Fuck Borowiecki, and fuck the Ottawa suck ass Senators.
Take this fucking game.