The Cap are currently putting a smackdown on the Flyers, which means that I’ll soon owe my friend a steaming pile of buffalo chicken wings for foolishly betting that the Flyers could best the Caps this afternoon. I’m a fucking idiot.
One of the highlights? This beautiful assist from Alexander Ovechkin. It is filthy. It is poetry. It is a warm blanket you snuggle up in on a cold winter’s night. It makes me feel emotions without having to take Zoloft.
31 and the hockey gods are still kind to Alexander Ovechkin. All hail the king.