how about you stop fucking around and call me when you're ready to actually get serious about appetizers
Been watching games from last season while I work and genuinely baffled by the lack of annunciation when the people say Gabe Perreault. I fr thought Gay Parole was just like a bit. But nah that is actually how they say his name. Imagine my shock and awe hearing a real adult man say “there’s Gay Parole for the Rangers.” I was like ?? I’m sorry?? Who? I thought that was like.. for us… They don’t even know what they are doing.
for me it will always be the fact that will went down barely into the 3rd period. and that mack got a 5 in the box immediately after. that’s a five minutes of nothing. no communication, no news, no contact. for five whole minutes you’re cut off from the game, the bench, the team, the coaches. you don’t know anything. nobody can tell you anything, and you can’t get to anyone. then you’re let out and you pull everyone into the greatest comeback in sharks history. but there’s no intermission. the third had just started when everything went down. you have to wait. wait to see. you’re already behind and you’re one great man down and the penguins keep pulling ahead. and will isn’t coming back. every minute ticks. and he keeps not coming back, and not coming back, and not coming back. maybe you know by now, maybe a quick word from behind the bench. but you can’t see him. because he’s not coming back. because there’s no break ahead for you to escape into the tunnel. it’s do or die. and when you do it, when you pull it off, you go into overtime. maybe you’ll see him, maybe he’ll come back, but no, and no matter what, you know that you’re gonna have to leave and go back out there. you only get this short reprieve. do you even have time to see him? do you even have time to pull yourself together? that’s what gets me. that stretch of silence.
this lamb keeps trying to sacrifice itself even though no one really needs or wants it to do that










