Despite the fact that the Islanders have only 37 points for the year, there’s been a lot of laughing at the Nassau Mausoleum.  Sometimes it’s the opposing players laughing at how few people are in the stands (a measly 4,900 witnessed loss #27 of the season last night).  Sometimes it’s opposing players laughing at how bad the Islanders are (Nabokov would rather be a stay-at-home dad than play goalie for these pylons).  But last night, the Strong Island faithful got a few chuckles in of their own courtesy of some ref who mysteriously didn’t hit puberty until age 33.

I bet that man-child here gets so mercilessly mocked by players and fellow refs in the next couple months that by the start of next season he’ll be on a sizzurp bender in the sticks of Alabama with JaMarcus Russel, just trying to escape the misery of life.

Later in the game, PA Parenteau drops what has got to be the leading candidate for the NHL’s Rhetorical Question of the Year award.  After getting called for a penalty with less than a minute to go in the game, P.A.Ps expresses his disbelief by politely asking the ref, “ARE YOU FIST FUCKING ME!?” (27 second mark).  No lie, I learned 70 percent of curse words by watching sports and picking up on player profanities like this little gem when I was a kid.  25 percent I learned when my dad tried to teach me how to play golf.  Can’t quite remember how I heard about the “C” word…