It’s only hours after the Leafs bent over and lubed for the Capitals in their own building. Ovechkin sank two, and five guys who hadn’t scored all year potted their first of the season. Half the building had left by the third and the rest were booing. Toronto sports writers, who are enjoying a welcome change of scenery after removing their head from their asses after 40 years in rectal exile, are already pissy. So tomorrow’s papers are going to be ugly. Ottawa fans should consider getting copies shipped. That kind of pornography happens once in a lifetime. Well, maybe twice. Because something terrible is going to happen to Ferguson. If he’s assassinated before he commits suicide, you owe us 20 bucks.
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