Fuck Yeah I Do

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I, Paul Owen, hereby announce my intentions to purchase ticket to Game 6 of the Oilers-Red Wings series. Actually, provided the Wings can force a sixth game, I already have mine. Why Game 6? Because a friend of mine who has been referred to as a pussy in the past (that has no bearing on the story, but I like bringing it up) has an exam Wednesday and Friday, and apparently that means he can't go to game 3 or 4 (and apparently it also means we can't go to game 3 or 4 without him) either way, Game 6. Ticket. Woo. Eat it Ross.
PS: I know, as a Phoenix fan, it's sort of blasphemous to cheer for the Oilers during the playoffs, but Phoenix isn't even in them; I've followed(if not cheered for per se) the Oil all year and, the Oil are the hometown team, so I figure it's okay, as long as I conitnue to wear my Phoenix Coyotes jersey during the anthem for every game I watch on TV. Am I being a bangwagon jumper? A sports bigamist? Do I need to sell my playoff ticket? Do I need to wear the Coyotes jersey to the game and brag about the 76 Gretzky shot the day before? How do I proceed to succeed in this situation?
Edit:
This is what I like to see Anaheim. Eat it Calgary.

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Also, this post was not done in proper Gateway style. Please take not where applicable.
and by not I mean note. Gentlemen and Lady, I am the one charged with making you look good next year.
How do you proceed to succeed in this situation?: You march your maroon-draped, 'Yote-cheerin' ass down to Rexall, have a couple heroin beers, take in some (actual)good hockey, incur some ear damage, stumble home and tell people (the next day, of course, once some of your hearing has returned and you can speak at a reasonable tone) that just because your team didn't make the playoffs, it doesn't mean that you have to sit on the sidelines, wallowing in your team's misery, not enjoying playoff hockey. Just hop onto another bangwagon for now and you'll be fine.
Just curious, what is a "bangwagon" exactly? Sounds kinda kinky. :P
It's not maroon, it's brick red.
Reh. Close enough.
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