Oh. Canada. I almost forgot how much montreal sucks, thank god we got to come back. I think as long as we break price early we shouldn't have trouble dealing with neerdowells like cab camillere or that black tj oshie or the columbian guy playing in french canada. There's supposed to be protesters outside today upset about the charra hit, but they'll be less upset than the habicrabifrenchword fans inside when the puck is dropped and young boy John Carlson nets his first hatty. (yeah, with arnot and backs as no gos someones gotta step up). Since we've gotten up here I've lost 15 lbs. All these stupid bastards cook appear to be stew made with snow and beets. WHERES MY POUTINE! BRUCE WANTS HIS CORN SYRUP! I predict a win this week for Travis the Moonstar, as moon stars and the rarest and most valuable type. Oh. And a caps parade when we return home. Duces.
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