Friday, September 12, 2008

Eric Staal. Lottery Winner.


So the Hurricanes lost the draft lottery in 2003. So they got their asses kicked by Larionov and the rest of the RedWings a year point five earlier.

The lottery winner that year was not the Pittsburgh Penguins, it was a red headed day walker named Eric Staal.

Today the guy got 57.75 million dollars to keep playing in Raleigh, North Carolina. Let's break this down stats wise.

He has a career total of 283 career points. 124 career goals. So he was awarded:

$454, 724 for every goal he scored in his career.
$204, 063 for each point he scored.

Hollywood makes movies about people stealing less than that. Let alone 2 points a game, or 1 million dollars a game. Shoot to win from Wendy's at center ice, they make it hard enough that even Eric Staal couldn't do it. 
WIN A MILLION.

Staal wins a million every 2 goals he scores. You know who'd like those odds?

Tom fucking Chorske would like those odds. He scored 115 NHL goals. In Eric Staal money, that's 50.35 million dollars. 

Errors per game and money per game, it's all the same. And all we ask as bloggers is some of that internet money, buddy. 

Sunday, September 7, 2008

HF Clowns


Apparently my writing is not up to the standards of those clowns at HF Boards. What do they know? They're useless sots that spent 5 minutes to sign up for an account over there. My credentials to be a professional blogger took over 10 minutes to sign up. 

That's three times the effort, and makes me ten times the expert opinion on hockey. It's simple math. 

Tom Chorske > Curtis Glencross


Who cares? Is what everyone is thinking.

Tom Chorske sucked. Well, so does Curtis Glencross. 

Imagine in your job you had a hot streak of 9 days, and got offered big pay raises by companies all over the world? Nobody cared about your career of 2 previous years of sucking. 


Dude was a nobody in Columbus, a nobody before this. He hit up the Oilers, scored like he's Pisani on Crystal Meth... and rode a chuckwagon. Sure enough the Flames lock him down to stick it to the Oilers.
Chorske also sucked and had a big year of 20 goals in New Jersey. Back in the day people would score 50 goals and nobody would blink (Joe Juneau)....

He never got a huge contract though. You probably walk past Tom Chorske every day and toss pennies in his hands. 

The only person worthy of #88


It should have been retired by the NHL, but it wasn't for some unknown reason. Must have been Bettman's Jewiness. 

But the only player worthy of 88 these days is Rob Schremp. Not only due to his affiliation to be an Edmonton Oiler, but his ability to make the number worthwhile.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw6rjO2KrHo




You have to earn the number 88. Patrick Kane is a sissy bitch. He never had Brian Marchment cross his path, otherwise we'd never be talking about him. Marchment would have sent him 6 feet under on the hit, and 2 feet to spare.

Lindros would have punched Marchment's face until he cried "medic?"


Ryan Smyth Sucked




His crocodile tears to leave Edmonton was embarrassing, even to me who hated the guy. 

Why am I bringing it up? Just to remind people that Ryan Smyth was an Edmonton Oiler. 

And he sucked as an Oiler.

Think about your best memories of the 2006 run to the 7th game of the Stanley Cup Final.

You remember more about Samsonov, Peca, Pronger, hell, even Todd Harvey.

Think about the Oilers KO'ing the 1st place Stars in 7 games.

You think about Todd Marchant. Buchberger, Weight, Arnott and Guerin. Maybe a bit of Mironov and Cujo.

Never Ryan Smyth.





Eric Lindros is God


For the simple reason he could take Jesus in a fist fight.



And it's news because this is a fucking blog, man. 

Saturday, September 6, 2008