O Captain, My Alternate Captain, our fearful season is done.
Our team has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.
Well, not really, I mean we haven't even gotten to the Stanley Cup final, let alone won a Stanley Cup, but the point is they picked me as an alternate captain on Team Staal for the NHL All-Star game. They didn't pick Alex because he's having a terrible year and the hat trick the other night was too little, too late.
I'd also like to point out that Geno & Sid are being big cry babies and passing on the All-Star weekend all together. Well, la-di-da, you fucking amatuers. Its hockey. Grow up, play hurt and take it like a man you suckling little preemies.
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