I wish there was some polite way that I could express my discontent with the referees at the Bladium, but when it comes right down to it, they are just a bunch of no talent ass-clowns. My brother was assaulted tonight. Among other things, he was blatantly hit across the head with a stick, punched, shoved over after the play, and tripped from behind while standing in front of the goal. They were only called twice. Good news is that Matt Brozovich amended Michael's attackers in the final minutes of the game by nailing the primary offender against the boards. Matt was ejected. While I'm not glad the guy was injured, I am glad that Matt taught that team that you don't mess with someone just because they're taunting you and get away with it. I went to the Parade of Homes today. Weston Drug me out of bed at 10am and took me to what he promised would amaze me. Weston himself was disappointed by the houses this year and was quoted as saying, "Mark, you can quit gleeking on me, I was wrong and I've learned my lesson. and your better than me." -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "You're 40 minutes late, Ipkis! Now that's the same as stealing!"
 
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