Massey's meaningless musings pt. 1

It's that time of year again folks.Those Gillette Fusion, Slap Stick and, bless those who use them, Bic razors can be ushered to the back of the hygiene line.
Playoffs are amongst us!

Five-o-clock shadows become month-long adventures. No honey, I did not miss a spot! Thats one side of the face still trying to catch up to the other.

Whether your a Canucks fan destined for a 3 week binge and a quick stubble jump if you will, or a Flames fan and your 9th place team forces you to join in the madness without really being deserving of it, we salute you.

May the fuzz be with you!

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If you haven't already seen it, here's a video clip that will be sure to make all those who are bullied out there a chance to feel good

Good Guys 1 Insecure (insert naughty name here) 0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeunFjpudzg

Alex Giroux, Liam Reddox, J-F Jacques, Chris Vande Velde, Ryan O'Marra....

*YAWN*

How many draft picks do we need before we come to the conclusion that something just isn't working. Well I've got two words for you to ponder as you lay in bed tonight...

Rebuild Shmebuild.

Why not let's trade every productive player we have for a bunch of unknowns. As Steve Tambellini and the Oiler brass have failed to realize, owning first round draft picks are like blind dates. The anticipation is often better than the real thing (or so I've heard)

So we'll end up racking up ten draft picks in this year's less-than-spectacular draft. And you know what that gets us now and two years down the road. Jack. Not Jack the prospect but Jack SQUAT. The polite name for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Maybe it's time to live and succeed in the moment.
Maybe its time to manage and ice a team that makes you proud.
Maybe it's time for a little...(to steal a line from the great, though often delusional Charlie Sheen)

WINNING!

And in the meantime...I'll just shut my big yap.