Here it is, one of my personal favorites, the Champion’s letter. We have had some great ones in the past, lets hope this one can live up to that standard. It probably won’t, but without further adieu, here is repeating champion, GM Court Watson of the Everett Silvertips:
Do you smell that? Drink it in. That is the smell of crisp air.
One day all of you might get to the top like I have, where the air is crisp.
32 minutes. That is the total amount of NHL hockey I watched this year (complete guess). I purposely try to watch very little. Why? Because if you watch to much, you pick favorites, you get emotional, you suck at fantasy hockey. Take Steve, he watches a ton, because he sits on his couch a lot, thinks he knows everything about hockey, and has tanked his team (with 8-10 keepers he says!).
So here I am, with the Anze Cup at its rightful home for one more year. I know all of you see it when I check-in, and it annoys all of you. And that makes me enjoy drinking out of it that much more.
I am not going to do what this complete asshole does:
Seriously?
No, I am not going to thank people for something I had absolutely nothing to do with, that is just moronic, and stupid.
This win was all me. Nobody else. I did it. It feels great. Fuck this era of it doesn’t matter who wins or loses, it is how you play the game. You know who said that? A loser. Winners and losers are 100% self determined, and only winners are willing to admit it.
Kudos to one person, that guy whose name I forgot who saved Super Sperm from Ryan “the Titanic” Schauble. Well done. Finally, a worthy adversary.
And for Ryan Schauble and Super Sperm, I have a knock knock joke as my final words (I am assuming you are smart enough to fill in the blanks, I know, very large assumption on my part);
Knock, Knock?
Second Place.
Exactly.
And that is it for this season. Be on the look out for a post soon on offseason trading, the future draft lottery and all that good stuff.
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