Saturday, December 24, 2005

Blades of Steel

And now for our Premium Covered in Oil members, the latest O-Pee-Chee collector's sticker set of blogauthors Mike and Chris for your sticker books.

Wearing trademark pink gloves, I look surprisingly like Mike Peca (with teeth), while Chris looks like Boom Boom Geoffrion, coming from a long line of pissed off French Canadians. Dave, sadly, was busy baking gingerbread cookies with his dad.

Photos courtesy of local crank, Fish Griwkowsky.

Merry XMas.


Chris! said...

Jeez, I look uncommonly focused on making that photo happen. If only I could turn all that single-minded determination into timely blog posts.

mudcrutch79 said...

Hey is that one of you guys posting as Pouzar in the HF thread about Bettman? Christ, that place is embarrasingly stupid as a collective whenever anything business or economics related arises (and I'm an economic retard).

mike w said...

Yeah, that's me. Web Message Boards are always dumb, so I don't know why I bother.

But I couldn't help myself when I saw a post titled "Gary Bettman Appreciation Thread."

Appreciation? For what? Lockouts? Poorly conceived moneygrab expansion? That big US TV deal Bettman promised?

And for fans who are deluded into thinking the salary cap will save small market teams, the cap will go up next year and likely again the year after that (you already can hear the moving vans backing up into Pittsburgh's Mellon Arena).

A proper and substantive revenue sharing plan between owners would have been better, but somehow Bettman got every Oilers fan to swallow the Cap as salvation. This was about squeezing out the union for more dough, nothing more. Personally, I don't care which way the pie's split, just don't expect me to cheer for the side that cancels a season to get the biggest slice.

Oilers fans are goobers.

sacamano said...

HF has turned into an utter gongshow. I can't even go there anymore.

There are still the usual 6 or 7 worthwhile posters, but it just seems like way too much effor to block the posts of the remaining several hundred fools.

Hey, where's your lucky tie?