From the category archives:

Pierre-Luc LeBlond

New England Rivalry

August 29, 2009

I wrote a little while ago how the NHL signing period works. Typically the top flight talent goes, then, people to protect the top flight talent get signed. That’s where we are now, and the Springfield Falcons added a big protector in Kip Brennan yesterday.
Kip was a Lowell Lockmonster back when he still had [...]

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Free Agent Frenzy

July 5, 2009

I hope everyone is having a very Happy 4th of July, and Happy (belated) Canada Day to all the Goonsqud in the Great White North. So far free agency has been open for a couple of days. What has developed has been a new GM putting his mark on a franchise, another two or three [...]

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Call off the Search. It’s Hockey Week in Acton!

February 28, 2009

What would you believe as a plausible answer for where I have been since my last post?
1. On a whirlwind hockey adventure in which I saw parts of 12 games?
2. Starring as Kenickie in a production of Grease on Ice?
3. Drunk in a bar?
4. Jail?
5. Getting drunk in a bar, after being released from Jail?
Which one was the least believable? [...]

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New Favorite

February 15, 2009

Thank you to everyone for the comments on my last post. It’s good to know people are still reading the blog. As such, I thought this was a good time to introduce one of my favorite new enforcers. If I may borrow Dave’s Don Cherry impersonation for a moment (Happy 75th Grapes) gotta tell ya. [...]

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Mission from God?

October 13, 2008

Remember the scene in the 1980 classic John Landis picture, “The Blues Brothers “when Jake and Elwood are being chased by the Good ol Boys leaving Bob’s Country Bunker? They go flying by the two Illinois State Troopers and their SCMODS they had previously eluded in their old Mount Prospect Police car. One Trooper turns [...]

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I’m Fitzy. She’s Sully.

March 18, 2008

Happy St. Patrick’s Day Goons and Goonettes! MOL and I are celebrating by doing Irish Car Bombs, and calling each other boy-o, and laddie. I shall call her Sully for the rest of the evening, demanding she call me Fitzy. I think now might be the time to say, we don’t get out much.
I [...]

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