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malkinmecrazyy:

puckling:

marycontraire:

on this day in history 04012012: one of the greatest fights to ever grace the NHL

This moment is a million times better now that my focus is on Berube.  He’s all, “Why the fuck is this my life?  Get the fuck down, Peter.”

Beautiful. 

what’s going on down there pierre?
well it seems like there is a bit of a disagreement.
no shit pierre

the--phoenix--has--risen
the—phoenix—has—risen:

copperbooom:

wrong leg there buddy

so you mean to say he didn’t land on his other knee and could’ve completely crushed the knee cap opposite of the one that was illegally checked?
wow.
very logic.
much smart.
how about the force of smith’s leg caused marchand’s left leg to go backwards so he landed on his right knee because fucking physics.
sit the fuck down.

the—phoenix—has—risen:

copperbooom:

wrong leg there buddy

so you mean to say he didn’t land on his other knee and could’ve completely crushed the knee cap opposite of the one that was illegally checked?

wow.

very logic.

much smart.

how about the force of smith’s leg caused marchand’s left leg to go backwards so he landed on his right knee because fucking physics.

sit the fuck down.

I was born June 7, 1995. Yeah… that’s hockey play off/ Stanley Cup Final territory.

The day I was born, my mom was sleeping (she was in labor for like 23 hours without the pain meds… this is why my mother scares me) and my dad was holding me.

Given the nature of my family, naturally my mother’s hospital room TV was turned to one of the most beautiful channels my father has ever seen: the first game of hockey he and I watched together.

He told me “Honey… this is hockey. We are going to watch a lot of this.”

Yeah, my first day on earth in my little blankie burrito and I was watching Detroit and Chicago play for the Western Conference.

Side note: Detroit destroyed Chicago but New Jersey won that year.