Pierre Alexandre, you slick little Devil you. How did you know the way to my heart was to turn the merchandise of division rivals into an old coffee filter catcher? You better clean out that closet P.A., because your entire family's wardrobe is about to undergo an obnoxious influx of red. In reality, I don't even need P.A. Parenteau to be completely over his dismissal from the New York Islanders. I mean, he should be old enough to know that getting back with an ex is NEVER going to work out, but I can understand if he's still hurt by the way things ended (again) with his BFF John Tavares. Obviously, it was strictly business. That said, these guys develop relationships too, and everyone knows the best way to get over a relationship is to trash the other person's shit. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience. The first time in my life that I was quick to take the garbage out was the day that Kovalchuk "retired". After I went to about 45 different websites to make sure the entire internet was conspiring against me for the most elaborate troll job in history, I disposed of that #17 jersey faster than any expired love note I have ever received. As someone that is excited about adding some offensive ability to the right side of the lineup, I am glad that P.A. Parenteau has already started taking petty, vengeful steps in acclimating himself to his new situation. Shit, I may just ship him a whole box full of Islanders shit just so he can make a habit of trashing that garbage franchise at every turn. Let 'em know P.A., let 'em know....
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