Oh, great and powerful Hockey Gods, please heed our prayer. We ask that you, in your infinite wisdom and terrible power, look down upon us with mercy and bless us with a bountiful year.
Please, oh Hockey Gods, keep Ryan Miller’s ankles stout and full of vigor, Tim Connolly’s skull free from dents and useless thoughts, and Thomas Vanek’s jaw square and properly hinged. Should Vanek’s jaw become improperly hinged due to your awesome and terrifying wrath, please compel him to drill a blowhole in your name, as this is what is natural and good.
For thine is the arena and the slapshot and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.
Let’s Go Buff-a-lo.
(As an add on to these prayers…) Oh Hockey Gods, hear our prayers. One last thing: May Derek Roy stop being sort of douche-y, and learn to stop being a mess off the ice and getting in trouble. Amen.
Shelby, I didn’t even dare to pray about Derek Roy. Sigh.
You know hockey’s been gone too long when I can’t stop cracking up over a blowhole reference.
I’m not going to lie, petek, I had a giggle over the blowhole too. I don’t think I’m ever going to get sick of that blowhole.