Gallagher's balls reach new high, create twitter account and already have 199 followers. And Habs Shutout Rangers.

So I was gonna sing the praises once again of Mr. Gallagher's huge sack but apparently, his balls don't need me anymore.  They're going solo.  @GallyGonads is the official twitter account of the hottest celebrities in town.  The balls of one Brendan Gallagher.  The fucking balls have more followers than me.  Here they are now getting a breather during a game.

As for Saturday night, things didn't take long to get started when Michael Ryder scored 40 something seconds into the game.  That goal was a synopsis of the evening.  The Rangers looked like a deer in the headlights and nobody seemed to want to touch the puck.  After that, the Pleky blasted one by Biron and Mr. Brass Balls himself closed it out with a typical Gallagher goal 3 feet from the net.  That's the thing about Gally.  He plays the same EVERY game.  Every shift.  Sometimes he scores and sometimes he doesn't, but his ginormous balls are always in your face, suffocating you as you try and breathe.  Add to that a Carey Price on top of his game, and you have yourself a lovely 3-0 win over Torts and his band of Blue Shirts.  It also turned out to be the 4th straight shutout for Carey over the Rangers on Bell Center ice.  In other words, he fucking owns them.

This game also saw the return of Brandon Prust and the NHL debut of Mr. Nathan Bouillon.  At least that's what Cassie Campbell called him.  I'm sure his entire family was thrilled to have that moment ruined when she not only mangled the name, but confused him with another player.  Geez Cassie, it's not like his name was Natanievsky Barishnikov.  But the kid held his own.  17 minutes of ice time, took a couple of hits like a big boy and even got a shot on net.  Hopefully this kid could one day become part of a great 2nd pairing on the powerplay.

And last but not least, PK.  The guy is unstoppable.  3 more assists brings his season point total to 27 in 28 games.  1 point behind the league leaders Suter and Letang.  My money is on him passing them by the end of the year for the lead in goals and points.  He's a fucking point a game defenseman, playing against the other teams top lines, for almost 23 mins a game and leading the league in goals by a dman.  And did I mention he's 1 point back of his team's lead in scoring?  All this with no training camp and 6 missed games.  Something tells me signing him to a 5yr 25M deal would've started looking mighty cheap by now.

Big week coming up with 4 games on the docket.  A playoff spot should be all but clinched by the end of it.

TLF to all my peeps.

Death, Taxes and Brendan Gallagher's balls

As we all know, there are 2 certainties in life, death and taxes.  Well I think we would all agree that we can add a 3rd.  Brendan Gallagher's enormous testicles.  This kid never ceases to amaze me.  Up by 3, down by 1...it doesn't matter.  This kid will dive head first into a Chara slap shot to win a game.  Never seen a guy be less scared of getting his head ripped off by guys twice his size.  Gotta love it.

On a personal note, I think I need to take a page from Brendan's book.  I, unlike him, have no balls.  Mid way through the 2nd period, my pregnant wife guilt tripped me into watching a movie.  She kindly asked I PVR the game and watch it after.  With the game heading in a direction I didn't like and it being Saturday night and all, I acquiesced.  Worst. Decision. Ever.  Not only did I have to watch that unexpected, in your face, ain't karma a bitch comeback 2 hours everybody else, but I had to sit through a French movie from 1997.  My house still smells like vomit.

Whatever, back to the game.  Man was it ever sweet to stick it to that team after they almost ruined our 3-0 game a few weeks back.  Although it's hard to be mad at them seeing as how that game was the first of 11 straight in which the Habs got a point.  Aah fuck it, they can kiss my ass.  Guy "I'm a Bond villain" Boucher looked none too pleased after his team stank it up in the 3rd.  TB (which at this point might as well mean tuberculosis) ain't looking good to make it to the post season.  What looked like a match made in Heaven with their shiny new head coach is now looking like disappointing year.

Now before we start getting too comfortable in first place, let's not forget a minor detail.  And by minor I mean huge.  Our beloved #8 went down hard last night.  Didn't look like much when it happened but you knew just looking at his face that he was in major pain.  Reminds me of HF4's face after he came back from Greece.  Prust doesn't embellish so we can only assume he'll miss a bit of time after that.  Hopefully his teammates learned a few things watching him play this year.  That means you Travis "I make my wife" Moen and Colby "stop calling me Lance" Armstrong.  Time to step up to the plate and fight Milan Lucic.  Just kidding, you'd get murdered.  But for the love of God go out there and kick a little more ass.

Next stop Sawgrass Mills.  I mean a meeting with the Florida Panthers.  Let's wrap up this trip by keeping our perfect record against the worst division in pro sports followed by great bargains at the outlet mall of course.

TLF