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Time to get in on this rhyming business

Old, rich, white assholes
Old, rich, white assholes
Bruce Bennett

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the league,

Not one player was playing, not even Doughty.

The rinks were all shut and locked tightly away,

In hopes that over time the players would cave.

BoC's lurkers were all bored and quite sad,

While Dunn's grammar and writing still remained bad.

And Meg played Ingress, and Jer hated us all, too,

The hell are we supposed to blog? Give me a clue.

Seriously. Anybody? I ran out of rhyming things, and there's not much to talk about. Rudy's dead, Earl left, there's no hockey, and my mom's cat drooled on my laptop. This is the worst Christmas ever.

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And now someone will think I am taking a shot at Gary Bettman for being Jewish and leave me a comment worthy of Yahoo! Sports. Terrific. And I'm not gonna get Photo Shop this year. This sucks. Merry Christmas to all, and don't give me any of that "Happy Holidays" bullshit. This is a Christian blog.