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thrashas is as thrashas does.
ok ..conky 'l come clean, "let the playoffs begin" ....wadda ya hear? yeah... you can't win this. hopin' for the best but preppin' for the worst. seen it all comin', settin' right thar in the numbas. the curse is nothin'. thrashas is as thrashas does. good news is thrashas is one helluva a team, and the better news is onward and upward, 'n it's easy... yep..talkin' 'bout the system. believe it, purt near a revelation, tested over the final 3 tilts...conky goes "0" against and a +5 for. thars yer numbas, all ya need, 'n it's comin soon.
Final Game L7-4 (one EN)
Scoring: .

no-win situation
this was a good game. we got a lot of things done we were looking for- douce had the potential winner with a blast from the slot, the wilder kimoto dragon got us going, badger produced off dee, mikey scored a beauty on a feed from johnny. bad couple of minutes at the start of the second cost us the game (18:40, 17:40) & this no playoff ot thing is killing us. shorten the bench for five woulda been perfect for two tied games. OK last year we dumped AIM, Hertels, lost to Bowerman, and tied a short bench Coulsons in the last minute. that's 2-1-1 the tie converted to a win in OT. This year's A pool is younger and stronger, and we went toe to toe with the Bowerman boys. when games tighten up, defense has to be dope. gotta practice gettin' a lead and instead of runnin' a team into the grooves in the ice with more explosive offense, work on just shutting 'em down for a solid 20 of two way play. somethin' to work on for next season.
The tale o' the playoffs tape:
Playin' with the lead: 106 min of 120 played so far
Playin' a man down: 18 min, or adjusted* 47 min of 120,

Scoring T4-4
Scoring: 8G from 26,77; 12G from 26,17; 19G from 97; 26G from 14.

Our season record against A pool teams 7 W, 6 L ~ .500
remember Coulson and Bowerman were operating on very short benches.
with BP games removed our record 4W, 6L...
Coul 14 MacD 4
MacD 2 Coul 1
MacD 11 BP 5
Bow 4 MacD 3
Bark 5 MacD 4
MacD 7 Bow 1
MacD 9 BP 4
Bark 8 MacD 6
Bow 4 MacD 3
MacD 8 BP 4
Coul 4 MacD 3
MacD 3 Bow 1
MacD 2 Bark1

We lost to a "B" Pool team only once - the Westwind game.

@#%$ amongst ya-selves
well all the what-ifs, shoulda bes or coulda bes n'ever woulda predicted the unpredictable. don't go jumpin' the blazin' ship quite yet. conky's calculator is burnin' up with what-ifs, shoulda bes or coulda bes 'n predictin' the unpredictable. but before we get to the stats take 'er look at the tale o' the tape:

Playin' with the lead: 75 min of 80 played so far
Playin' a man down: 16 min, or 36 min of 80, includin' the invisible man. That's 45%!!!
Clearcut breakaways: 6?

If someone said "hey let's play a tournament but ev'ry second period you have to be a man short for the whole dang thing". you'd say yer @%@#ed in the head. but that's what we more or less done. so don't beat yerself up too bad. Here's the good news. if the teams @%$& amongst themselves and points are scattered like s#@% 'n bowerman beat 'vrybody but us, then it coulda bes - 5pts be good enough.

click here : playoffs2008.xls

Scoring T2-2
Scoring: 19G from 12; 77G from 7.

It don't matter
lots of teams bust game 1 in a best of 5 or seven, happens all the time bro. most series game 2 is seen as the kicker. by Conky's math, 3 & 1 will be good enough for the final. thrashas are still firmly in the hunt with a solid GF stat. bash is hot, the prez is solid, douce is workin'' the kinks out, johnny was rippin', the dee 'n gee needs to focus and a couple of tweaks to the line-up.

Scoring L5-6
Scoring: 17G from 77;17G from 26;77G from 17,26;17G from 77,46; 8G ua.

CRAZY MOON
on the road to da game conky seen a shinin'-bright-as-day full moon sneakin' through the valley fog, and you just you knew it was a comin'. a full-on full-moon kind a crazy, under guidance of which seen a sketchy tiger git caged, the hollywood beaver take to the top line, douce out wit a fever, conky in wit a fever, and a feelin'-like-he-should-be-a-tired-horse crazy bear line up wit the blueliners er was that flatliners. nev'r mind this game meant nothin' but who are you kiddin' evr'y time thar's two teams and two goalers setup in a rink it's gonna mean somethin' probably sooner than l8tr. this was no diff'rent.

.....wit the fever comes the hallucinatin' 'n conky had it all figured there was a lady tendin' to da fly-pie-eyed's net. nope, yer fevered, cause it is a guy, just shows how rough things are lookin' in this town these days......

when it all kicked off conky was right in there wonky knee 'n all takin' a nice feed from mikey for the all-out break. skatin' in mud with so much net to shoot, didn't know where to shoot, fired and the he that looks like a she trapped 'er no rebound. dang, didn't do that sweet feed justice - blame it on the fever.. thar was crazy bear yackin' and tauntin' the mac-should-be-in a-zoo-lat to come on in, but the bare got dangled 'n conky comin' over to cover and boom the tiger's moon got shot out. "where's my defense??" umm yer in the net....thrashas a stormin' back, no problem capable hands of bash hammering one home no less than a few seconds later to set the solar system right.

crazy is as crazy does 'n strange shots a flyin' in from bizzare angles and weird shots sendin' the tiger on his tail, but he hung thar, glovin' most of em. but all said 'n done trashas were fully eclipsed browned out 5-2 with xx:xx to go. but like any good horror flick, nevr say nevr and what was 'bout to come down was a thrashas uprisin' of biblical proportions, the likes ya see once in a cobalt moon, 'r the greatest in canadiens history. hollywood got the show rollin' with a shot that only a goalie kin make on a goalie, a no-fair insider trading job, right along the ice,5-3. less than a full 60 sec of moonlight left crazy bear gittin' jiggy into evr'y thing all night springs the prez on a moon beam all the way in. prez solves that he-she thing with a sweet backhand deke 'n she's 5-4. you could hear the wolves howlin', dead risin' from thar graves, bears comin' from thar dens to see the crazy one stormin' in hammer and stake on a mission to drop final dagger in the chest of this one 5-5. no blood to drink, fly-pie-eyeds win denied, dem cursed ugly buggers shuffle back to thar tombs in the land of the living dead, davey jones locker b'side the too small refrigeratin' machines in the multiplex cellar. seasons done. the bear is back 'n tiger the only undefeated goaler in the league.

Last Game Scoring T 5-5
Scoring: 17G from 77,12;17G from 00, 77;00G from 17; 77 from 5; 5G ua.

MAKEBELIEVESVILLE
This here story kicks with conky, the prez and deuce comin' down off a 24-2 high playin' the dream in howie's golly gee rink 'n makebelievesville. heavenly ice that nev'r gits chewed, legs that nev'r git tired and the girls gone wilder flirtin' 'n swoonin' 'em, swearin' to do anything if asked, if they just all go easy on thar boys turned inside out 'n fightin' amongst themselves. did yer say anything? lead us not into temptation, conky raisin' his stick no celebratin' but salutin' the ice gods, the god of youth a concoction of carbon, caplets and disciplined conditionin' - hallelujah, hallelujah wait just one more hallelujah. speakin' of which, the demented FM lab is sparked full tilt 'n we should debutin' feather weight carbon shins for the power skipper in time for the last game.
ice gods you ain't seen nothin' yet.

well the boys, after bein' stung by demented roger brasbutnogoalov needed to come back to set things right. you didn't need to say what needed to be done, the boys had a firm grasp on the situation. mikey and the wilder dragon got the show rollin'. big jack pulled one off of epic proportions with a short handed jack that rattled 'em but good. the wilder dragon made it three, a classic monster connect, so fast that if you'd blink you'd be wonderin' why 'veryone is skatin' to center - made that four and the wild one netting a beauty in the final minute to make it 5-2 at the half. The second is a new start and anything can happen, tiger at bat with a tipper than set brasbutnogoalov into foul manners from badger. another classic monster connect bang bang bang, then conky hittin' deuce full tilt, ref callin' it sweet it was one you knew that spine tingling drive to the net was goin' in come hell or high water. not even lumberjacks or wicked hacks, deuce liftin' a one hander over braslettengoalovs. The edler dragon finished thar thing, thar thing needing goals differential for the GAA race. thar still scores to settle. whew to many from the cooler and conky sittin' in the prez's Foneoverfiftyfulloadov chariot fit for the gods all supple leather 'n all bling, makes ya wonder who is livin' the dream?
W9-4
Scoring: 19G from 46,8; 9G (SH); 8G from 7,12; 26G from 77,17; 8G from 19,97; 7G from 12, 26;
77G from 26,17; 26 from 81; 46G from 15.

FOOL'S GOLD

Naysayers have spoken. A little reminder that it's never been done in the modern era. For the past decade..the dual championship. Simple - don't touch the first one and prove 'em all wrong. one shift, one check, one pass, one shot, and one save at a time...goin' for the net, and goin' for it all.

W5-2
Scoring: 8G from 19; 77G from26,14; 26G from 81,17; 26G; 14G from 9,15

STONED!
"yer PC is now stoned! .... legalise marijuana". 20 years ago, back on this very date, the first ever MS-DOS virus released & discovered. we all got it. btdt. it was goofy. you wipe & restore the boot sector, 'n keep goin', like it nev'r happened.

Loss 3-1
Scoring: 7G from 26,97

Puss 'n Boots
or was that a wuss 'n boots. either way it's a cat u love to hate. the granary scruffy one that's hangin' out the back of the blvd grill lookin' fer scraps. shows up at the rink 'n nothin's differ'nt - a master of deception, all tarted up, wearin' a 7 playin' seagull and lookin' fer scraps. "whatever you do don't let the scruffy bugger have one". uh oh, conky did 'n got the front row seat when he landed a skanky fish. a trickler that wriggled past the theodore beaver of hollywood. oh my, puss 'n heaven... fool me once shame on me. never did like cats. was 'nough to fire ya up. thrashas went to work w/jack and bash cranking three. the demented principal president of the ornory management society went psycho on theodore beaver cleaver w/badger jumpin' 'em both before offsetting RO's settled it all down. just in the second 'n douce busted a new jersey b-day strike to start things off when thrashas went to work w/jack and bash cranking three before douce netted 'nother new jersey 'n the final pussy buster of da night. now where's that wuss 'n boots? oh yeah forgotten but not gone, workin' his magic, dancin' 'n boots in front of da stripes show fer whatever. in the flurry of flyin' fur, time flies leavin' no time to celebrate, but thrashas may just have all things stitched up. don't look back now or let that pussy get under yer skin, there is still plenty work to do.

W8-5
Scoring:
Period #1 9G from 26; 17G from 77,7; 17G from 12;
Period #2 26G from 81,97; 9G from 26,81; 17G from 77; 17G from 7; 26G from 97,9

Slapsh*ts
Well just 'nother less than ideal deal, conky feelin' greener than a seasic stowaway in a starsaway jersey and douce earnin' some extra green in OT night on sic seas. the stars enlisted help of the one of the best in the pipes, up against the beaver you knew it was goin' to be a goalers duel. come crunch time it's not how you play it's who you are. with the fever comes the dreamin' 'n conky lined up with murph and bash on the drop. the rem dream was sweet murph bangin' in the game's only just 22 ticks in. sweet but short..wake-up reality set in 'n mike19 took over the center stage, scotty14 too they played hard, done well. the expert trio on D into helluva game, best ever, until conky got the back end on the parade to the box. 5 in a row slappers finally evened it up. cody 'n beans in for 'nother rough ride, beaver stonin' at every whirl 'n whine 'im dropped his mitts at the tiger, losin' just losin' it. 'n stars but come unglued. a wise dragon makes you pay and the wiser one dropped the game winner with a 1/2 doz. to go. crosscheckin', stick whackin, puck slappin', tantrum takin' 'n ref yellin' play the clock down 'n witness the disintegration. worse than a kid bein' dangled by his mom at the shoppin' mall on 'nother episode of the hansons.

SL HK CC SK TR HOL MC TR CC that was sh*ts
W 2-1
Scoring: 77G from 81/17; 46G
Balls Blues
well conky bout had enough of the crap. gloves are layin' on the ice. p***sd 'n this is gettin' ugly. dozen trips to the box. 'scuse me but thems squeaky little rag bags just got poked at the end of the cobalt dragon's stick, 'n don't yer hear candy d-andy's whinin' just gone up an notch. poor sh**. there's yer problem, liquor is quicker. thems what yer call a case of blue balls. the whole dang lot got 'em - team blue balls. denial of the first order. all fired up, gonna take 'em on 'n gettin' nothin. thrashas makin for a goose egg. the classic skunk. six "o". tiger seven's on fire, doin' the cobalts proud. douce settin' up three snipes. then stripes steppin' in. callin' the questionable, lord have mercy, doin' ther best to even things up, make a game of it. Ok btdt, maybe once. when yer balls are blue, you can hardly walk . hit the showers, cold showers. get the hell outta the rink before things get too serious and yer get a spankin' on top of yer spankin'. fish done alright. shots 38 to 27.
BC RO RO UNSP MC that was balls 6-2
Scoring: 8G; 7G from 16, 26; 7G from 46; 5G from 26;19G (12?); 17G from 26, 81

Royal Assent
By the powers invested in sir franklin as official team courier, the NHL authentic pro edge RBK jerseys entered arena halls ascending to the room numbered as "3", weyerhauser surface at 9:09 pm pacific standard time. however all was not well. the seamstress had mislaid the garments of several of the king's men, a deed for which one is beheaded. let there be mercy on her soul....which can be negotiated of course.

the battle calls and by the powers invested in sirs captain, decision made and permission granted to don the royal-cobalt-blue jerseys in battle royale - a monarchial jousting of deuces of the highest order, trios of aces, dueling jacks, pairs of kings, double sevens, numbered dukes, earls and even a joker.

to and fro the torrent raged for the rights to continental supremacy. sir jacks, the ancient noble and young duke all striking glory. back-stopped by the unpenetrable guard of lord of cages the men of cobalt royale emerged triumphant.
it all goes down again tonite.
Knighted 3-1
Scoring: 9G from 12; 69G from 19, 81; 19
Showdown Saloon
Well this is a new year and you knew this here was goin' to be a real table, chair and LCD-TV buster. A small posse linin' up for the evening shootout against a formidable Thrashas stable. a few men down don't mean nothin' when theys all fired up and it's all on the line. thrashas was rattle snake-bit until the star double-six-gun shooter smashed one on the bar. thrashas down 1 after one, theys came out one-timer's blazin' over the hip and over the head in the second. Wasn't until that purple cow-poke, whale rasslin' scotty hit the target to knot things up. then the tic-tac-toe to the 5 star whiskey ridin' outlaw knocked the scoreboard lights out for a thrasha's lead. don't worry, time's still ticking and these guys are up for a boot lickin'. all the chips at the tables, enjoying all the saloon women 'n every other perk that goes with the winnin's busted-out after nine's double "a" jack got bb-jacked to call off the party. in this showdown if you hesitate to think you goin' down my amigo. well the rock stars started haulin' to git double a some revenge for the embarrassing moment but got george bushwhacked by the men in stripes sendin' stars president of mean double sevens to the ice-box. with a colt:45 left there was one shot over the beaver and that about thar done it, the thrahas saloon bounced.

saddle up 'n retreat yonder to the new saloon in town, plan the next battle over some president of deans franchise cookin' and suds. conky takin' it all too hard, gettin' loopy in a purple haze dreamin' about pink boots with spurs, blades with studs and dem saloon girls gone west coast wild.

Tossed Out 3-4
Scoring: 26G from 17, 81; 14G from 3,9; 5G from 19, 14
Rockstar Galactica
"Revenge of the Pylons"
Baltar's stars and pylons was ready to run what they brung. and they brung it all. Da Thrashas a bit star struck and snake bit, Cubo stoning everyone but the kranky dragon who knocked back three before marchin' offstage mid-concert. knockin' back 3 more from the cooler and rockin' his mp3 in the make-up room - naked. why can't you bastards leave britney alone. half cut by the back half, is them things a curse? apparently kranky's heroics were to be enough. But no. the Baltar's kept stormin'. Conky was donky but beaver was cleavor, still the same, nothin's changed. but the skates gone inverted and theys was the bomb! believe me. you'd think it was all spin. no this is the real deal. The rock stars, lead stinger to bash lead axe to murph on bass eventually had 'em line up with all of the galactica's moons and black holes to jettison cubo like a rented space mule. the lead stinger got the stage to himself for the final nickel-back-breaker. The skys opened up and the snow came down, but that there done it. high 5 to 3 boys.
A Gold Record 5-3
Scoring: 8G from 7.19; 8G; 8G from 19, 3; 77G from 17,26; 26G from 12

In Shakespearian Fashion
"Call up Lord Kimoto San, bid him a count of four on his day of birth. Capt. Douce of Cherry Groves shall also strike four from the blade to count eight with the hand of Lord Murph of North Colleges and Sir Bash of the Seas West. Theirs will be blood; they say, blood will have blood:Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two:three:then eight. why, then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old men to have had so much blood in them. Or was that pizza sauce?
Victorious 8-4
Scoring: 26G; 8G; 8G from 19; 8G from 81; 26G from 77,17; 26G from 17; 26G from 00(12); 8G from 19

No Celebration
Well I don't know about you but 2008 rang in like a classic Bash snipe - no celebration. It's days like the 2nd of January that extol the virtues of the understated tradition. Keeping the lid on celebration until there is in fact a reason to celebrate can be a good thing. Take this exerpt from Shakespeare for example.....

"Call up Lord Kimoto San, bid him bring his power: Our captain will lead forth our soldiers to the plain, And thus our battle shall be ordered: My foreword shall be drawn out all in length Consisting equally of skate and shot; Our snipers shall be placed in the midst: Capt. Douce of Cherry Groves, Lord Murph of North Colleges and Sir Bash of the Seas West, Shall have the leading of this stick and skate. They thus directed, we will follow In the main battle, whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse. This, and Admiral Jack and Aston to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk? And thy Thrashas men shall cease ceremony and heed battle before he solves thirst whence Capt. de Alberni's cup.

Fight, gentlemen of Thrashas! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, steel of blades, draw your sticks to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin (.. the blue sky) with your broken staves!"

Batstar Galactica
4 am and Conky was held up, droppin' cold shots of V8 veggie juice at airport thugs on his way to the heart of leaf nation, boozers and nfl gamblers drubbing the snow covered hiways door to door, bumper to bumper with crazed 2-pack-a-day lemmings harbouring a senator inferiority complex. the patriots fortunes and leafs streak the only show in town, but hippie conky a lone voice wonderin' about sidney who and roberto who. luckily missin' the leaf's sleeper and catchin' the real west coast show made some believers that all that is thrashas is in fact the real deal.

this is batstar and should be no big deal, but every deal is a big deal and this galactica gala was no different. conky was callin' a 6-4 tilt but 8-6 is close enough like 2-0 but with a whole lot more noise. a spades a spade a wins a win and with that thrashas are first at the half no ifs ands or butts out the window courtesy of an east coast lemming speedin' the 417 past what was the corel center now appropriately owned by the bank.

all that rain weren't you guys drowned (he-he)? amazing how michael-moore-cheap camera work paints a distorted pix of drowin' hippies swimmin' or skatin' for their lives in the monster revenge of utopia's armageddon. hippies vs lemmings, canoodles vs leafs, bucks vs hos, moore v.s heston, sidney vs conky..(ha-ha)..are you disrespectin' me?

Make the final a W8-6
Scoring: Trev The Tiger. Hey he was due! 4G, 3 a 7 points!

Nothin'
bring out the old-school lids, funky wool sweaters, and original six toques, because there was more than the thermometer hittin' zeros.. that is double zeros. a great canadian goalers duel like none-other, a relentless end to end smackdown for nothin', beaverito cagey in the cage, deflectin', holdin' and stoppin' everything comin', includin' one that hit the pike. All them years of A, AA or was it AAA put to good use. need the bio for that. at the other end the two-center rotation held off a monster reunion and things didn't go the chargin' d's way either, shots blocked and plays denied.

wake up Krista, you have some biz, the score sheet finally marked after the monsters connected for the winner from the hands of bash fed by deuce who fed the never count-him-out caged but skilled crazy bear for the macdermott's insurance play of the game. nothin' against somethin' but sometimes good comes from nothin'- nothin' against, nothin' odouls, nothin' cokes or fresca from the cooler. good nothin' feels good.

Make the final a W2-0
Scoring: 17G from 26; 5G from 26;

Conky Possessed
Deuce comin' back over the border being tracked closer than a santa on xmas eve, and the Kramer goin' Jack over the border feedin' some kinda trackter fetish. between them trucks, concrete mixers an' diggers makes you wonder if he's the next pick.ton of pressure this game was for first place and boys from bowser out in force with who-are-these-guys, they are fast and furious going to a 2-0 lead by ten minutes in. without beavertio it coulda been double that. conky playin' back in the straight-jacket 'bout heard enough of the miscues and don't dos and 'bout seen enough too, cranked it up to all even by the half. don't remember, don't remember, it was evel knievel over 20 diggers, but on blades. bowsers fired another home on a gruelling shift where conky and the dragon got gasped. bowsers filled the box and the storm rained hard, i mean it was nuts 'til crazy bear put a stop to the madness nailing one from a bad angle. So bad the angle of the dangle that neither ref nor fan saw the trickle for the downpour, and it was ruled NFG. Oh well when you're possessed and obsessed conky got burned in a pinch, 3 on 2 no big deal seen those all night but this one went in (4-2). conky got fired by the dragon and fired one of them howristers that the birthday boy turned just 19 got the stick on, 4-3. Crazy bear dropped a B-word hard into the boards with a minute left, into the box and his beer cooler stocks the comeback was thwarted. Helluva battle. Thrashas denied. Conky denied. Don't be denied.

Make the final a L4-3
Scoring: 81G from 17,3; 81G from 5,17; 19G from 81,3;

Buceo para Beaverito.
deuce hasta leugo in mexico and who knows kimotos so jalepeno jack smacks the war measures axe draftin' some kinda sea lion from the shortees list. you knew things were heavy when the no-wheres-to-be-seen number-fifteen, fish-head rappin' j-mole dropped his bag into the room. full load on d for diesel, defacto "C" dobla sevens did the dirty callin' on conky from the swamps murky d-dregs of coulda-bes, shoulda-bes and wanna-bes. numba 81 woulda be c between lefty murphy and the right honourable bara bashable. and when cocky conkito bandito started linin' 'em up for the ancient ritual of rapido disparo, more than a few heads convertido a mirar. lo lo smoke but no fuego....?

squirrel got the fiesta rollin' before bash the lost perrito found his paso and the monstruo marinos counted cuatro pesos, cero en contra. Beaverito's gigantesco paradas held before the drums came beatin' and it was j-mole chosen this time sacrificio humano takin it to the jaw for feo blood-lettin'. the crazy bear just got caged and here we go, another ancient ritual emergio médico. Conky got boxed by brossox late but d and beaverito held off the charge.
Make the final a W5-3
Scoring: 97G from 5,9; 81G from 17; 77G from 81; 81G from 00; 17G from 19

.......
It was Conky.
Conky me, Conky you, Conky them. I never want to see Conky again.

Make the final an L8-6 (1 en)
Scoring: 26G from 17,3; 3G from 12,9; 12G ; 9G from 7; 26G from 97,3; 26G
Penalties: 97 Hold; 19 Trip;14 Trip; 81 Hold;14 HS;8 BC; 00 Unsp; 19 GInt; 26 BC; 81 CGoal;12 Hook; (26 RO;26 MC- w/Stars 27 RO;27 MC)

Franklin wants a goal.
Franklin thought he had it pretty good. I mean he was playin' shinny from Nanaimo to Parksville, skating miles, doing sic moves and potting shinny goals by the bushel full. All this time on his hands he had his shell, skates and pads made from carbon, tweaked to the nines and even special socks sewed up by his mom with a cool "FM" (Franklin's Mom) logo. But on his big game day, he was back there at the blueline, confused and in a stupor. So bad it was that goalie Sean the Beaver was a yellin' and a screamin' bloody hell...a constant reminder of his Bryan McCabe-like blunders, and the fact that he had yet to score a single goal.

Johnny the Squirrel, who hardly played at all scored 2 goals so far. Al the Crane has scored goals too and is skating well. Youngster Mike the Racoon, and Speedy Trevor the Tiger have been putting pucks in the net on a torrid pace. Even the smoke-eating Kimoto Dragons and Carey the Badger scored many times to win the game for the Thrashers. But Franklin, with all his might could only muster a stupid holding penalty. For heaven's sake, at least Donny the ol' cow has been stayin' out of the box!

Franklin knew cherishing a goal was a selfish pursuit. Afterall, it was not like his team needed goals. Sure he'd seen the Sea Monster line of Douce, Bash and Murph chew up and spit out anything that came in their path. He was even on the ice as they combined for 10 amazing points and even a few more wicked shots that hammered off the post & crossbar. But when he saw Crazy Bear take it on the chin, and blood spewing all over the ice, it made him shiver.

Well in the dying minutes of the game Franklin, so pissed off beyond words by now, saw his overworked and underpaid Dragon sidekick get tripled teamed at the line and a breakaway develop. So Franklin tucked his head into his carbon shell and chased down the speeding critter as only a Carbon Turtle could, tapping the puck from his stick at the very last second. Beaver cheered aloud "Jesus Christ Finally!!". Franklin then made a lucky diving stab to stone the follow-up rush and turn the play back up ice.

Being carried by his teammates for the entire game, it was after all, the least he could do.

Make the final a W9-4
Scoring: 97G from 9,12; 17G from 26,7; 26G from 17; 17G from 77,3; 19G from 3; 7G from 16,19;26G from 17,8, 14G from 81, 97; 26G from 77

Are you disrespectin' me?
A place full of thrashas and thrashas fillin' the space. what dead beast did you taser & taste? are you disrespectin' me? 3 guys on the bench and you playin' the thrashas?? who's the C? are you disrespectin' me? nine after one and 5 by one-nine, that's right 5 by one-nine, too easy, too fine. are you disrespectin' me? you guys ain't lettin up man, going to double like gettin`slag, I gotta write it up in the mornin' rag. are you disrespectin' me? needed blades dinged by dorn, but ding's vacated and the game's a cheap `stache and porn. are you disrespectin' me? beers `n shit lying all over, guys revellin` late in glory and you ran with the key. are you disrespectin' me? 4 pennies killed a poor MF who couldn't locate his FM for love nor penny. are you disrespectin' me?

Make the final a W12-3
Scoring: 19G from16,12; 17G from 26; 8G from 19/16; 17G from 26; 26G; 97G from 12,9;19G from 8,12;17G from 81; 19G from 8; 19G from 16; 19G; 7G

Blowin' the Roof like Two Dogs Caged
The Sea Creature breathes some kind of firepower. The Prez scored early and often like he was reelin' in Chinook for $$. Put everything into the cage including himself, courtesy of the drunk junk Yard dog. Midway through the second, double sevens carded his daily limit. Don't want no Oceans and Fisheries auditing the tax-deductible catch bucket. A pair by Douce and singles by Bash and Trev to round out the night. Goaltending and defense was chain-linked until midway into the second. You bet this old dog had to be caged to stay at home otherwise we might have seen double digits. Coulda been there if our other chances had connected. Hey now I know what it's like to be a trapped lobster. That was no fun, but with a score like that there was no reason to bail on the bucket. Trap or an aquarium, take your pick if you know what I mean. And if a mermaid comes looking for Thrashers, cages and black leather after the game, let her in! With this display of force, who can blame her.

Make the final a W8-2
Scoring: 77G from 26,7; 77G from 26, 7G, from 26G; 17G from 26,7, 26G from 17,77G from 3,17; 77G, 26G

Giant Sea Creature Awakens
Wow where did that come from? The opening chant was eeriely calm, then less than two minutes in all hell broke loose. Bash found Douce just off the crease hammering a one-timer nearly through the twine. Must have shook up the playoff champs, because 6 more followed. Could have been a trick from Mike too, one was taken back. Deuces from Douce and Mike, singles from Al, Bash, and Murph. Glove save off Nadig was a show-stopper. Never disturb a sleeping sea creature and if it wakes up, get out of the way!

Make the final a W7-1
Scoring: 26G from17; 26G; 9G from 5; 17G from 7;19G from 81,14; 77G; 19G

Trollin' for goats..
Nice first period, up 4-0 half way through. 2 goals from Trev. 2 points from Mike. But an early lead is a dangerous thing. Penalties and two quick goals against in the second. The Station is an OK team with one dangerous line. They accounted for 4 goals. Winner was a shot off a 3 on 1 that caught the far post. Backing in to take away the pass like some dumb goat and watching it go in is no fun. All we needed to do was spend a period backchecking. Oh well.

Make the final an L5-4
Scoring: 8G from19; 7G from 26; 7G ;19G from 17;

Playin' Hurt - Tells....
....me that the gremlins of an injury, and a new suit to cool the fires in a shoulder that got crushed in a rear-ender makes you the butt of jokes just like driving a shitty Pinto to the rink but out climbs only 3 D-men to shoulder the load in a battle of fires the likes the state of California needed to summon the flying tankers like the lawsuits over blazing Pintos whose driver's donned fire suits that made you look like spiderman when in fact we turned to supermen when we put on theThrashers jerseys, the best lookin' and playin' team in the league almost got burned by a parade of penalties and in the last minute we doused the comeback flame with a deuce from Bash and a bash from Douce which was the winner with help from Trev and Carey who flew all night with just touch landings and Murph chippin' in to get the job done.

Make the final a W5-4
Scoring: 77G from 26,17; 17G from 19; 12G from 19/17;17G from 26/77; 26G from17/7

Oh the Humanity
Burn and crash. With just two guys on Bowerman's bench and 4 on ours, anything could happen. The orig. #69, Donny is back following a trans-atlantic journey. The stands-cam missed the second period on this game but have some first period highlights. Sorry about the camera work, still figuring this new Sony out. Crash - grade1 shoulder separation has #81 out. Slamming into the ice shoulder first in shinny is no fun.
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Make the final a L4-3

PIZZA ON A STICK
The 11 Slice pizza feast...
For game photos click here. ... Gameblog Oct 12th

Make the final a W 11-5
Scoring: 26G from 17; 8G from 19/7; 8G from 17/12; 69G from 26/3; 19G from7; 26G from 17/3; 9G from17;
26G from 9; 69G from 26/9; 19G from 17/26; 17G(listed as 3) from 81.

The Boyz are Back! (click for trailer)
Almost caught pant-less, Thrashers take explicit advantage of barely legal "team"
Forget about the game, keep your head up for the cam!! Hey look what the surf brung in. A purple lidded retro fill-in called Scotty, and a 40 year old storm named Bobby K who blew in from the coast to net a deuce, like it was nothing. 3 went ++2. A tight checking, fast paced defensive game with some sharp passing and good chances. Shaun saved us a bunch of times and keeps his average low. Way low! Gameblog Oct 12th

Make the final a W 2-1
Scoring: 3G from 81/69; 3G from 7, 77 and/or 26

I Feel Bad For.
Time for an episode of "I feel bad for"... I feel bad for Jordan 'coz he had to go to Alberta to work. I feel bad for him 'coz he'll probably be back in a few months. I feel bad for Canadian Tire because they used to be Canadian Tire. I feel bad from them because now they are the Westwind. I feel bad for them 'coz they came out playin' hard and fast and in the end had nothin' to show for it. All they had to show for it was gettin' steam-rolled & flattened hard by the Thrashas. I feel bad for Roger because he hadn't played much. I feel bad for him 'coz the shots were 40 to 23.

I feel bad for Murph and the boyz 'coz they've been workin' too hard. I feel bad for Douce coz he was all gimped up again, played a good game and didn't have much to show for it. I feel bad for Bobby Kimoto because it was his 40th birthday and the refs gave his goal to his bro. I feel bad for Kevin, 'coz there is nothing he can do but take it and get the 'trick. I feel bad for Kevin's dog because he is all gimped up and losing his hair. I feel bad for me coz I'm getting all gimped up and losin' my hair too. Gameblog Oct 4th

Make the final a W 7-1
Scoring: 17G from 69; 8G; 9G from 26/81; 8G; 17G from 69; 8G from 14(77); 3G from 81.

I seen Blues Andy De-Prived
Fired up short bench comes up short.
Time for another episode of "I seen". I seen capt. Iron Douce all gimped up and under the weather suit up like it was nothin'. I seen young chippy Blues guys all fired up, come out charging and score the first goal. I went rink-wide when I seen Jordan in full flight on the wing, driving to the net and Bobby A score. I seen the ref call it all off. I seen Murph turn the end boards to a wide open Douce who nearly put it through the twine. I seen Barabash go into the corner with two Blues on his back and come back out with the puck. I seen a miracle. I seen Bobby K take the puck from under my skates while we was short one, wheel in and wheel it in. I seen another miracle. I seen a nifty pass spring Jordan in alone and he went upstairs. I seen a sweet goal. And to top it all off, I seen the puck hit the Iron in the dying seconds, leavin' the Blues de-prived!

Make the final a W 3-1