I was listening to Glassjaw and looking at 1998 NHL draft at the same time because that’s just what ya do sometimes and I’m like I feel like I’ve thought of this before then moved on with my life. But it popped I there again. DP and Mikey Ribs: strong resemblance.
It’s funny how much of a dick Ribeiro was. He was always runnin his mouth givin players shit even the officials. He “shhhushed” the LA Kings after a shootout goal with pretty tight move. Looked sweet.
I will say though Mike, you were a hell of a player. Offensively gifted, making great passes setting people up, scoring a sweet goal too. Getting into bar fights with your wife like a duo. Now that’s love man. Still to this day.. why did you do this?
Daryl Palumbo, Long Island native.. I lived there for a little too so we’re practically related. He’s a man of many projects. Frontman of Glassjaw, founded Head Automatica, Color Film, House of Blow, United Nations… the band.. not the intergovernmental organization. Guy does a lot, keeps busy. Glassjaw released “Material Control” December 1, 2017, their first album in 15 years. It’s a fuckin hittah.
Nik is the uncle of Lias Andersson and got to wear the sweet ass Gorton’s Fishstick Islanders uni in the mid 90s and also played for the Nordiques.
Style points were basically the only points he got.
By Trapp and Steve
Murphs – 5
Other team – 0
Steve’s Take: summer beer league game 1 started the way it should, with dry land up at the bar throwing a few back. We generally have the same teams in the league in fall and spring, but with summer beer league there are always college kids back home for break putting a team in. Game 1 we played against a bunch of 19 year olds who still have yet to realize what beer league is all about…aka they can’t drink at the bar yet for pregame.
All around weird game. They had 17 guys on the bench. And they would tap their sticks on the bench after they got a shot on net. Consistently went offsides…not sure they knew where the blue line was. But I think the weirdest part after the game was when one of their players looked into our locker room after the game and told us “Hey nice game guys!”
I’ve never been more confused in my life.
Trapp’s Take: Man oh man where do I begin? My first game back with the Murphs in about 4-5 years. Brief hiatus, but much like Dean Portman’s return… IT’S OFFICIAL BOYS I’M BACK! Potted a goal and had an assist. Felt good, baby giraffe legs were gone by the end of the first. The night began with dryland upstairs at the bar, as it should. Couple reebs with Steven and a few others to wet the beak. And I should’ve seen it coming on my way to locker room after a couple of sodas exactly what we were in for.
They had full NHL roster literally 20 guys. They were warming up doin the butterfly and out of the corners it was bad. So bad. Could tell the beer league etiquette was just not there and it was a tell tale sign of what you’d get in the game. Dumping and chasing…
Dude… skate that shit in. Take a clapper. Aim for bar southern. These kids were cheering when they’d make a play that was somewhat OK. Pretty sure we scored on our first three shots. Good god, when the game was about to start one kid looks over at me and goes: “HA we got a lot of guys” I then scanned their bench left to the right it was a bus full of players four full lines easily, three sets of D. I go to the kid “game 7 huh?” Christ. Anyway they had their fifth offside of the game by the halfway point of the second period.
We won 5-0.
It’s gotta be fuckin just be KILLIN Semdog that Ovi got that Cup and went on an absolute tear celebratin it. Semin what the hell happened to you man? You put up some serious points playin in Washington. Jesus man. You’re lookin like a worn out dude who’s gone through at least two mid life crisis and you’re fuckin like 34.
I’ve been trying to pin it down for a while now who you look like and it’s Thomas Haden Church.
Your NHL career fell about as flat as Spider-Man 3 did. That goddamn scene of Emo-Pete and dancing around in the street. Incase you all forgot it was this absurdly bad moment in time nobody can ever get back:
That third Spider-Man movie easily one of the worst films I’ve ever seen in my entire life and everybody knows I’ve seen a lot of cinema. I’ve been quotin shit since I was 4. I was ahead of the curve then. I saw Showdown in Little Tokyo in 1995. I was 5.
But I digress.
These two look alike.
Also, Semin played drums on Staal’s head:
Owner of 13 career NHL goals and also played 2006-07 in the AsianHL.
Bravo might have to think about making a casting call for the next season of ‘Real Housewives of New York’. Mary Beth Leetch has emerged and is taking no shit from anyone.
The wife of Rangers legend and Hall of Famer Brian Leetch, turned up too hard with two of her friends at a gay bar in the Upper East side and roughed up a bartender. The trio were apparently asked to leave the bar and I guess that was enough to set them off. The bartender was then in the thick of it all taking haymakers and prob a couple kidney shots from a group of cougars. Apparently they busted up the dudes head pretty good he needed seven staples to close that bad boy. Man oh man these women are not to be reckoned with. Like a pack of wolves.
They even refused to pay their tab.
It was 33 bucks.