I have often said unkind things about referees especially hockey referees a sport in which my normal way with obscenities is exaggerated by emotion and the sweet sweet love of my life liquor. That said, there is no referee nor any human on Earth, even George W Bush (individually at least, his administration as a whole is another matter), that has justifiably been the target of as foul a stream of vocal venom on as many occasions as Mick Magoo. Magoo has often managed to encompass the entire array of words for genitalia both male and female, often bringing forth seething incomprehensible combinations of both: only one period has passed today and I have already yelled "twaticle" and "motherfucking cockstain assclinger cuntbubble" at my poor television due to its misfortunate lot in life of showing me his foul picture and his fouler attempts at officiating.

Being a Kings fan is a rough lot. My mother once, noticing my maudlin tendencies, said "you were such a happy child. Did something happen around the age of three? You were always happy till then." More and more I suspect that it was discovering hockey that did it. It's odd too. The Kings were the only LA team I followed. If I needed to choose a local team for hockey, why oh why couldn't I have been born in Montreal? At least then I would have periodically have known happiness. So here the Kings are tied for the moment after giving up a two goal lead on two power play goals following crap calls and even worse missed calls the otherway. Meanwhile the NBC announcers, only a step above the inbred pigfucking rejects that OLN trots out in it's worst coverage of any sporting event by any network in the history of television, mention that the Kings lack the depth due to their injuries. Figure that out all by yourselves? I'd like to see any other team in any sport cope with routinely year after year losing a third of it's starters...fuck's sake, any venture...buisness whatever you have a third of your best people down of course you don't have enough depth to cover.

Back to the game now. If this continues this way, expect a typo laden truly drunk rant sometime early tomorrow morning. That is assuming I survive. In addition to my normal a shot of whiskey when the Kings score (fortunately I missed the eight goal game the other night) , I am doing ten pushups for every goal scored. The four goal first period was a bit rough, I'm regretting that plan a lot already.