BRH

One of which was Bill Laimbeer.

I haven't checked TSW that much lately, being as wrapped up in the Sabres as I was, and I never knew BiB's real name. I totally missed this thread until now and I'm sorry I did. I just got back from my 15th college reunion where I learned we recently lost a clubmate to a devastatingly sudden and swift illness, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't walk around the club without thinking of him, or expecting to see him. The interesting thing is that this happened even though he and I were not close. Not unfriendly, just not close. He had his close social circle and I had mine. Yet I could not imagine the place without him. He was an indelible part of the place's character, and looking back, he made it a better place, a more fun place to be for all of us. That is exactly how I feel about Paul right now. Godspeed and God bless. BRH

For a second there I thought you meant Bill S. Preston, Esquire. Whew.

And you live in the same town as me. Bonus.

That team had Paul Gait! Yes it was an aging, crippled Paul Gait who wouldn't get back on D if his life depended on it, but it was still Paul Gait. And I disagree that the skill level in the NLL is below that of West Genny. Gary Gait? John Grant? John Tavares? Colin Doyle? The list goes on. I am a charter K'hawks season ticketholder; my seats are right at midfield. I've been blessed to watch first Gait and then Grant for the last 12 years. It may be that Syracuse just doesn't cotton to the indoor game much. The Lockwoods and Powells of the world, their size-speed combination just doesn't translate to a smaller field and increased physical play. To use another example, Kevin Lowe was one of field lacrosse's most brilliant playmakers in the early '90s for Princeton. He got to the NLL and... pffft. It's apples and oranges.

That was amazing. Total OT time for the three OT games in Round 2: 7 minutes and 49 seconds. And 5:05 of that came in Game 3 alone. Four shots...three goals.

They look pretty young to me

Why? I think his posts are very pointed. What?

They didn't need to. Because Mel Kiper said they didn't. /sarcasm

And that of course leads us to The Life of Brian:

Got to be strictly a negotiating ploy by Houston.

"Come over and try it, you dumb son of a B word!"

Or Uncle Rico in the diner checking out his guns. Or on the porch saying, "How much you wanna make a bet I can throw a football over them mountains?... Yeah... Coach woulda put me in fourth quarter, we would've been state champions. No doubt. No doubt in my mind."

Nordberg clattering down the aisle in his wheelchair and flying into the air was a scene you could see coming from a mile away, but it still had me in stitches, bastard that I am. Anyway, for sheer impact... nobody's brought up the Phoebe Cates scene from Fast Times. "Doesn't anybody !@#$ing KNOCK anymore?" Almost any scene from Clerks. When they're playing hockey on the roof and the ball goes off the roof. DANTE: "Hey, you see any balls down there?" JAY: "About the biggest pair you ever seen, dingleberry!" DANTE: "How many balls did you bring?" MULLETHEAD HOCKEY PLAYER: "Uh... the orange one and, uh... the orange one."

Even better is when Tommy, Jimmy and Henry go to Tommy's mother's house in the middle of the night to get a shovel to bury Batts. His ma wakes up and, in true Italian mother fashion, insists that they all stay to eat. That gives rise to the following scene:

Chills, man, chills. Another chill-inducing scene from another great sports movie: "Ray Kinsella." "Joe Jackson." I don't know why. I just teared up at that one.

Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear. And when I do, it's usually something unusual. But now I know why I have always lost women to guys like you. I mean, it's not just the uniform. It's the STORIES you TELL. You. Lee Harvey. You are a MADMAN. When you and your buddies stole that cow? And then your friends tried to make it with the cow? I wanna party with you, cowboy. The two of us together? ForGET it.

This thread should be pinned. I'm sure what REALLY frosts their nuts is that not only was it a SABRE who knocked a FLYER into next week (when the Flyers are supposed to be the big tough guys), but it was the Sabre blueliner you'd LEAST expect to make that kind of a hit. Guy looks like Napoleon Dynamite and he completely destroyed a Flyer. And as pointed out above, such whining from a city that cheered when Michael Irvin broke his neck -- not to mention a city that booed Mike Schmidt, Dr. J and Santa Claus -- has no business talking about class. To paraphrase Ken Hitchcock, Philly fans can !@#$ off and mind their own !@#$ing business...

Musta been related to the fat dude who used to dance along the railing at the War Memorial during "Tequila." They finally banned him from doing it for liability reasons, I think.

Conehead works the Amerks games too. I'm actually not sure which city he's from.

Yep. I'd rather win 16 starting on Saturday than 11 leading up to Saturday.

30) Q. What did Jesus say on the cross? A. Peter! I can see your house from here.

And he's not bitter about the 31 other franchises that let him languish in Canada for a decade. Instead he's pissed at the one team that actually gave him a shot.

I'm dying here. I remember the Lindros one from when it came out. This thread would only be complete with the video of Peca clotheslining an unsuspecting Domi while coming out of the box in Game 3 of the '99 EC finals. I used to have that video but can't find it anywhere on the net these days.