September 08 2011 08:12AM
Feaster had barely had time to get back into his deep slumber when he was violently shaken awake and came face to face with a pair of demonic eyes.
Jay slowly rises from the bed and is promptly cut off at the knees by the apparition.
“Darcy Tucker? Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?”
“I am the Ghost of The No Movement Clause”
“All No Movement Clauses?”
“Of course not Jay. Your No Movement Clauses."
September 07 2011 04:33PM
Ye members of the Nation (who don't employ ad blockers) have probably noticed a new banner on the right that looks curiously like the header pic above.
Allow me to explain.
September 07 2011 01:03PM
On a sweatstained duvet cover, Jay Feaster tosses and turns fitfully. Suddenly, his window blows open and in drifts a ghostly spectre.
"What do you want from me?! Why are you haunting me?! Why do you look like Jarome Iginla?"
"I'm here to show you what your star player is dealing with. You'll accompany me as we see that he shares your restless slumber."
The apparition and Feaster, after a lot of effort on behalf of the ghost, begin to float out to Jarome Iginla's homestead.
September 07 2011 07:50AM
With the NHL still coping with the deaths of players Derek Boogaard, Rick Rypien and Wade Belak, the hockey world is reeling with today's tragic news out of Russia about the crash of Jaroslavl Lokomotiv's team flight shortly after take-off. Here's the story, starting with the original report by the Associated Press, as it has unfolded since the news broke this morning.
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September 07 2011 07:21AM
Jay Feaster knew he should have taken Ken Hitchcock's advice and cut out spicy foods before dinner.
Image courtesy of Dirty Dangle
In a canopt bed, covered in silks sheets, Calgary GM Jay Feaster chuckles to himself while reading Oilers fans get all wound up:
You know what? I look forward to the Battle of Alberta for the next X number of years. If the idea is, ‘Burn it to the ground,’ then Ken can find another manager to do it.
"Oh man, those dummies think they'll just magically win a Cup after being awful for so long. Not with Tambellini driving hte short bus. Maybe if they had a Cup winning GM like me running things."
Feaster had almost dozed off when a disembodied voice called out to him and startled him awake, knocking his tray of nachos to the ground.