What do girls in bikinis with heavy lesbian overtones have to do with the NHL trade deadline day? NOTHING! But we love sports cliches and hot chicks. Also, we’re a small blog, we can use the traffic, it works for Sportsnet, so what the hell. Nobody said we were legitimate or credible. (more…)
Considering the Donny Brook that broke out during Thursday’s match between Ottawa and Buffalo, anticipation at the False Gods offices has been running high as we await the re-match this Saturday. Unfortunately, it was not to be as the CBC decided the rest of Canada would rather watch the Leafs vs. Flyers – two teams with limited and zero playoff hopes. (more…)
Of course we at FG don’t support this kind of violence… but you’ve got to like Emery’s pluck.
Look at Canucks defenceman Kevin Bieksa (on the left). Feel the menacing aura emanating from his icy gaze. He’s thinking: “What’s the matter, Keith Carney? Are you upset because you know if it wasn’t for me and my 30 points, you may have stuck with this team? Now get your stinking glove off my throat, you swarthy swine, or I’ll gut you in the street in broad daylight, like Vito Corleone opened up Don Ciccio, while your loved ones scream in terror on the sidewalk.”
Of course, he would never say any of that. He doesn’t have to. It’s all in his eyes.
You can almost see Carney backing down, relenting in the face of such a fearsome presence. In fact, he’s probably about to drop his hand, dust off Bieksa’s shoulder and cast his eyes downward, while muttering things like, ‘Look, kid, I’m sorry. I just got a little hot under the collar, is all. No hard feelings, eh?”
That’s right, folks. If it wasn’t for this man right here, the Oilers may have had a chance to beat the Canucks last night. However, our man Torres, with foresight and cunning, saw that chance and promptly snuffed it out. Anticipating a possible Oilers surge, Torres deftly manoeuvred himself into the penalty box immediately after one of his teammates had been called – twice!!!
The Canucks were able to capitalize on each of the ensuing five-on-threes, creating momentum that even the heroics of the mighty Zack Stortini couldn’t slow.
Add to this the Oilers’ inept defence and Dwayne Roloson’s mediocre goaltending, and the game was all but salted away.
Thanks again, Raffi! Well played!
A couple of days late, but we’re finally getting around to a comment on the Super Bowl. Yeah, yeah, Grossman sucked, Manning finally fulfilled his destiny, yadda yadda yadda, but HOLY SHIT DID PRINCE ROCK!
In a torrential downpour, accompanied by a college marching band, surrounded by drunk fucktards who think people who like Prince must be gay, and hampered by the NFL’s best attempts to inject cheese into the proceedings with fireworks and so on, and our little friend with the teal suit and the Aunt Jemima doo-rag kicks ass. Serious ass.
See a Youtube recap here. The Purple Rain guitar solo is edited out, but you can see that here.
Possibly the best halftime show ever. Take that, Justin Timberlake.
Steve Yzerman, Brian Leetch, Brett Hull, Luc Robitaille and (yes you) Lou Lamarillo are ON THE KWAN - AND - inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame.
