Fuck work! “Hockey” is now French Canadian for party twenny-fo sen, bitch! Keep the golf courses open for a few more months and be ready for Patrick Kane to come crash your frat’s homecoming rave cause the work stoppage is on baby! That’s what this whole thing is about, right? Eating escargot and throwing money away on vacations all over Europe? Sorry, I stop paying close attention once the word “percentage” shows up in a conversation.

As is usually the case, the incisively excellent, Logan Couture-endorsed take on how true fans of the sport (and classic movies) can cope with this stupid fucking lockout came in the form of yesterday’s post from Boston’s own Rear Admiral. There’s really nothing else to say at this point. It’s honestly just embarrassing. When everyone who knows you’re a hockey fan talks to you about it like they expect you to kill yourself at any moment, there’s no pride left in being into the NHL. So what am I supposed to do now? Either I take the Strasser/610 route and attempt (purposeful word choice there) to out-blog the bossman KFC on everyday articles, or I sit my lazy ass back down on the couch and wait for real hockey to come back before writing another word. Yeah I’m thinking the latter. Screw this shit, I’ve got a honeymoon to plan. Two weeks in Thailand bitches, work stoppage indeed! @Osgood_StoolNYC