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I drank last night. It was a game night but it was Trivia-Bingo night at the local pub! I got my ticket paid off in free beer I won playing bingo. I’m really good at luck games, for some reason I think all my faceoff training helps me win games of chance. That probably doesn’t make much sense but neither does my outrageously high faceoff percentage… so suck on that Montreal Militia!

Not sure why I decided to hate on Montreal, other than that bit where they are French, so I apologize for that rude and untimely comment. So why was Charlyb’y drinking? Well…. he feels he has let everyone down. He has been a useless shit this season in Saint Louis. He was supposed to be a leader. A veteran who could rally the troops and bring victory… instead he just spends most his time skating back to the bench and stealing important minutes from other players.

Really anyone could use these minutes better. A third of Charlyb’y’s goals this season have been empty net goals. I use the plural form of goals loosely in this case because Charlyb’y only has three goals on the season… but you know what no… I’m thinking about this all wrong!

I am not mediocre… I’m actually piss fucking poor AND THAT IS NOT A PROBLEM! I am the second line center who is centering two rookies, albeit great rookies, and somehow Saint Louis is better than every single team in the western conference! Those guys actually have to dog shit to be worse than me! In my horrible play I have reached a zenith where I have come to realize that we are all shit! Somehow that makes me the king of this shit pile because I know I am shit and everyone else pretends they are not so that makes me the wisest shit. Pretty sure Socrates said that #AncientHistoryReferenceGameIncrediblyOnPoint.

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Yeah so this is now a MESSAGE sent to KELOWNA KNIGHTS, COLORADO MAMMOTHS, VANCOUVER WHALERS and PRINCE FUCKING GEORGE. EITHER GET GOOD OR GET OUT BECAUSE YOU ARE HORRIBLE FRANCHISES. drops the mic.

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