Just A Little Distraction

It's been a weird 24 hours in the nation right now. Our heart strings have been tugged in every which direction. There's been over the top elation, followed by head scratching confusion which eventually turned into crazy hatred/sadness. I still have no idea what the fuck is going on with this whole "Dany Heatly Saga" ridiculousness, and I'm trying to figure out I feel about having a 35 year old Russian net minder between the pipes next season. But I think what everyone needs right now is a little pick me up. Lets go back to a simpler time shall we, and bask in what we all hope will soon be a future Oiler great.




Do you remember where you were when this shit went down? I sure as fuck do. I was hungover as balls, filled to the brim with day old donair pizza, hadn't showered in about 2 days, laying around like a piece of shit on baggedmilks couch, and pretty bummed out because it looked like Canada had pissed away their chances at another gold medal. But when Eberle pulled off this piece of magic I flew off the couch, about 14 feet in the air, and started screaming and fist pumping like 12 year old girl at a Jonas Brothers concert. It was pretty amazing.

Now lets all collectively pray to the gods of hockey that Eberle turns out to be just as big of a gamer for our favorite NHL squadron.

**EDIT**
You know what, FUCK YOU PIERRE MCGUIRE. Instead of letting the people at home get swept up in the fan noise and pandemonium that had erupted in the arena, lets reiterate obvious points about the Russian icing that you pointed out about 45 seconds prior. And also spend more time talking about a weak back hand pass by John Tavares instead of the slick hands of the goal scorer. God dammit. TOO MUCH PIERRE MCGUIRE TODAY!

-jeanshorts