Archive for December, 2008

A momentous week in Canucks history?

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

This is not a picture of one of the False Gods faithful.

It’s all coming to an end, kiddies. Tonight, the Vancouver Canucks are sending off fan favourite, Trevor Linden, in one of those all-too-ubiquitous number retirement ceremonies. Not long after Linden’s jersey is raised to the rafters, we will be learning Sophie’s Mat’s choice.

Vancouver or New York. New York or Vancouver. 

Is it coincidence that Mats’ long awaited decision is coming on the heels of the Linden hoopla? Can we read more into this? Can Sundin hold out for more money?

To date, the Canucks are bringing a 2-year, $10-million, 5-Diamond escort deal to the table (O.K. – I added the escort bit) – 5 million of which is a signing bonus (read: free money).

So say Mats takes the Canucks offer. If we include the 5 mill bonus as part of his salary and assume he is being paid for his performance only during the regular season, it becomes quite interesting.

Multiply two eighty-two game seasons (82 x 2 = 164) by twenty minutes (Mats’ average per-game minutes) by 60 seconds (164 x 20 x 60 = 196800) to get total ice time in seconds. Now divide 10 million by 196800 and it becomes staggering. Mats will be earning 50 bucks every two seconds of ice time.

Every two freaking seconds… but Mats’ Mackenzie Kings won’t say “specimen” on them.

One, two…

BAM!

What’s Swedish for “another helping”?

- Coach Mitch Mitchel

Millionaires don’t blow their own snow

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

John F. Kennedy International Airport, Queens, New York

JOE SAKIC: Boy, that was a long flight. I really enjoyed Four Christmases, though. That Vince Vaughan. What a scamp! Ha! I’m glad I decided to come to New York for a little Christmas vay-cay. Just the thing to take my mind off my broken fingers. I still can’t believe I got them caught in that snowblower. What was I thinking? Oh well, I’d better get to it. Those presents aren’t buying themselves!

At the baggage claim belt

Oh, shoot, is that Sean Avery? What is he doing here? Of all the people to run into. That guy could make anyone’s heart two sizes too small. I hope he doesn’t see me. Goshdarn it, he’s headed this way.

SEAN AVERY: WELL IF IT ISN’T JOE BALL-SAKIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? EH? LIKE I GIVE A FUCK!

JOE SAKIC: Oh, hi, Sean. How are you? Sorry to hear about that whole Dallas thing. Tough break.

SEAN AVERY: (points at Sakic’s broken fingers) YEAH, WELL I’M SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOU BEING A DUMB FUCK! SERIOUSLY, MAN, A SNOWBLOWER? THE FUCK? DON’T YOU KNOW THAT’S WHAT IMMIGRANTS ARE FOR? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?

JOE SAKIC: Actually, Sean, I quite enjoy doing my own chores around the house. I was brought up in a hard-working family and we don’t get other people to do things we can do for ourselves.

SEAN AVERY: HA! WHAT, ARE YOU SHITTING ME? WITH THE MONEY YOU MAKE? HEY, EVERYBODY, LOOK AT MR. WORK ETHIC OVER HERE! HA HA! ME, I FIGURE IF GOD WANTED US TO DO OUR OWN CHORES, HE WOULD’NA GAVE US FOREIGNERS!

JOE SAKIC: Hey, take it easy, Sean. My parents are immigrants. They came from Croatia with nothing.

SEAN AVERY: CROATIA? THAT EXPLAINS A LOT! I’M SURPRISED YOUR DADDY HAD TIME TO BRING YOU UP AT ALL! WASN’T HE TOO BUSY FUCKING GOATS?

JOE SAKIC: OK, then. Well, I’ve got to get going. You have a good holiday, Sean. I hope those anger management classes work out for you.

SEAN AVERY: (yelling after Sakic) WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? HEY MAN, FUCK YOU! YOU HEAR ME, YOU SON OF A DONKEYFUCKER? YOUR MOM’S AN OLD CUNT AND I WOULDN’T COME IN HER FACE! YOU SUCK! YOU’RE BORING! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU PLAY! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU EVER DONE? EH? NEXT TIME I SEE YOU ON THE ICE, I’M GONNA GO SERBIAN ON YOUR ASS! BOO-YAH! BLAOW! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW??!!

(turns, sees porter walking by)

HEY YOU! YEAH, YOU, THE PORCH MONKEY! COME GET MY BAGS!!!

- The Sieve

Glovetap to FG lab rat porknbeanz55 for planting the seed that blossomed into this creative flower.

Suddenly, my pants are very tight

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

We’re all about the balance here at False Gods. After yesterday’s hate-filled, invective-spewing rant about Jeff, we need to level things out with another edition of Sweet Sassy Molassy. A little yin for the yang, if you will. In that vein, we present the Feres twins, Bia and Branca, who are Brazilian synchronized swimmers. They made the rounds of leering sports blogs a while ago; in the venerable False Gods tradition, we’re copping other people’s material long after the fact.

In a somewhat related announcement, if anyone has seen my penis, I’d appreciate an e-mail telling me his whereabouts. Last I saw him, he swiped my credit card and was trying to book a flight to Brazil. Tell him I’m not angry, I just want to go with him.

- The Sieve

Put your tongue back in your mouth, son

Monday, December 8th, 2008

Meet Jeff. Jeff stars in EA Sports’ NHL 09 ads. Jeff “expresses the fun he has while playing the game and talks about the qualities that make the game realistic to its players.” Wow. That’s some gripping storyline there, shitty ad agency.

I hate this ad. I hate Jeff. I don’t even know him, yet I want bad things to be visited upon him. Biblical shit. Plagues. Locusts. Famine. May they all make an appearance in Jeff’s life, and in the lives of those who work at the aforementioned ad agency that inflicted this abomination upon our TV screens.

The tongue. Jesus, the tongue. You look like your mother fucked a German Shepherd. Where’s Craig MacTavish when you need him to rip someone’s tongue out? The sandals. Sweet Lord, how I hate sandals. Especially flip-flops. Save them for the beach or your back yard, asshole. No one wants to see your nail fungus, or hear the Hobbit-like flapping of your feet as you shuffle from The Gap to American Eagle. The inability to even mimic playing hockey. Have you ever held a hockey stick in your life, son? “It feels just like I’m on the ice.” So playing this game feels like falling down a lot, you shitstain? The Livestrong bracelet. Does anyone who isn’t a fucktard wear those? GAH! The cringe-inducing “punches”. Try throwing one of those feeble muffins at The Sieve. Just try it.

- The Sieve