Look. It’s not like we didn’t see this coming. It’s not as if we expected that the Finals would, umm, refine us as a group of 19 Wing fans. So we have a choice. We can raise our level of conversation. We can combat the evil hordes at Pensblog with statistical references and mythical powerpoint presentations dating back to the 2003 draft…
...or we can fall back on what we know. We can let our instincts guide us to that haven of juvenilacity where we feel warm and secure.
Me?
I choose the latter. Bitches.

Thanks TeamDub.
Here’s the deal. There are 19 of us and 870, 000 of them. I counted. We cannot combat them with quantity, only quality. This will not become a photoshop duel, but rather a battle of childish wit. Contradiction of terms? To some, perhaps.
. We’ll run them at select times.
And when the games finally begin...in like a month...thanks Gary. Ass....well, then firetrucks and puppies and hookers and Michigan brewed Ale will be our just rewards.
Are you coming to the D for Game 1?
Posted by jmara85 on 05/20 at 10:56 AM