Well, December 23rd is upon us. The aluminum pole has been taken out of the crawl space, very high strength to weight ratio, no tinsel to distract us, and now, for the Airing of Grievances:
I GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Moreau - your team stinks! You're the captain of this mess. You couldn't captain a.............I've lost my train of thought.
Horcoff - $5.5million, $7million? Who cares when you're not playing worth a nickle. Buy a new shoulder.
Khabibulin......you couldn't......where's Khabibulin? DAMN IT!
Deslauriers - You're 6'4" - the net is 4' high. Do the math! Stop getting beaten over the shoulder!
Cogliano - put your shirt on and score some goals pretty boy.
O'Sullivan - WTF are you shooting at?
Comrie - you sickly little runt! Tamiflu, cold FX, Tylenol, check it out. The boss owns pharmacies for chrissakes!
Nillson - I wish you some consistency, I wish you some consistency, I wish you some consistancy, and a happy new haircut!
Pouliot - Pubis sounds made up to me!
Gilbert - pretend its preseason!
Souray - pretend its last year!
Penner, Vishnovsky - well, you're just Festivus Miracles!
Happy Holidays everyone.
Now, festivus doesn't end until someone pins me