I stole this from another blog I contribute to because of the second part. In short, we all entered a hockey pool, and though I'm unsure where I ended up, these guys were in a dogfight the whole way through. The back and forth has been much more entertaining than the pool... for me anyway.
Pokey posted this:
At first, when I looked at the pool results, I thought I must be drunk.Then I read through my previous comments and realized that the dispatch of the Evil 'Streak' and the vanquishing of his equally malevolent spawn was foretold in a post. I'll call it the Prophecies of 3/28:
"First, I'll reel in 'Streak'. It'll be quiet, stealthy. He won't even know it's happened until it's too late. With five games left in the season, I'll be eight points behind 'Boner'. The smell of panic will hang in the air like a shitbag on fire. He'll sweat, he'll cry, he'll make farting noises, but not on purpose. He'll spend his last move dumping a four-point man with a cold in favour of a bag of pucks. Then, he too will be mine."
Ta dah!
Pokey
Well Pokey managed a second place finish while Junior schooled us all, but did sweat a little at the end. Boner got schooled, Streak surprised. I.... don't know what happened.
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I did not use crude nicknames from the distant past... Just want everyone to know that. -LP
I won!!!, also just wanted everyone to know that :P
No, but to keep you all in character I used your character name...
You may have won the battle, but I smell a sweetass emerging from the top of the bull heap... Beer me... bitch.
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