So I guess that's what I get.

I post doom and gloom, and I get the worst flu that anyone has ever lived through, as well as the Avs going on a two-game win streak during which their offense looks absolutely incredible. Worse, I bag on Foreskin and he goes out and puts up 6 assists in 2 games, making him look like the playmaker that he was in his prime.

The funny part about the whole thing was listening to Haynes and McKnob slobber all over Idiot during the Vancouver game, saying that he found a magical combination by putting Foreskin with Stastny and Hejduk. Then, last night, I didn't hear a word when that "magical" line was broken up so that Foreskin could play with Brunette and Sakic.

That makes two things abundantly clear. First, the "magic" was Foreskin, not the combination. Second, that Idiot is a fucking imbecile. If you have a line that scores 3 goals one night, you don't jumble up the lines and separate them one period into the following game.

I swear, there is absolutely no rhyme or reason with that fucktard.

Some teams have won Cups with intense offense and no defense. Some have won Cups with ridiculous defense and no offense. Some have won Cups with a couple stars and a bunch of role players. Some have won Cups with all role players. Some have won Cups with a whole bunch of stars. Some have won Cups because of great goaltending. Some have won Cups despite awful goaltending.

The one thing each and every Stanley Cup winning team has had in common? Chemistry. The teams, and the lines within those teams have ALL had chemistry. You can't win without it.

And you can't generate chemistry if you're always fucking with the lines, genius.

I've said for years that Quenneville needs to be fired. We're past that point. He needs to be tied to a tree and shot in the head. Or sent to the Detroit Red Wings. One or the other.