Back in the land of oil and honey for a few days, I managed to score tickets to tonight's tilt against the Devils of New Jersey. And I will make a point of shout, shout, shouting at them. The Prez is gonna be there too, so we'll be holding our annual Hot Oil Symposium during the second intermission behind some garbage cans under section 118. Motions will be passed, makeovers will be done, and Oiler-related swooning will ensue. Or something. Anyways, I GOTS OILER TICKETS! GO! OIL!
But instead I'm writing about visiting Edmonton. That's right folks, the Loxy is in the Edmonton. For 3 nights only! Last night, I visited this fun dueling piano bar called Ivory something-or-other. In the crowd was local celebrity and stealer of the term "Scorcoff", Gene Principe.
I would've taken a picture of him doing dirty dances with a blonde lady, but by that time, the place had cleared out pretty much and I would've looked like a paparazzi. I should've talked to him. I should've accused him of stealing our word. I was not a very good investigative journalist!
We're down to the final four Hot-Off contenders: Moreau, Hemsky, Staios (WTF?), and Souray. Today's matchup pits a Czech against a Chopper. A propensity to pass against a propensity to collect freak injuries. Who's it going to be? VOTE NOW.