I know the politics of Westeros backwards and forwards. I can name all the major houses and a lot of the minor ones, I can tell you what they want and how they want to get it, and on a scale of 1-DieDouchebagDie, I can rank all the characters.
But god forbid I even begin to understand the politics of the Free Cities and the Slave Cities and basically everything east of Westeros.
Seriously, though, what the flying fuck is going on over there!?
automatically I’m just like…
Like the time Eminger and Boyle looked at me? (…or at least in my general direction)
The 7 Stages of Grief: NHL Playoffs Edition
My blood will always run blue. I will always sing the goal song at the top of my lungs, whether I’m at the Garden or at home. I will always wear my jersey with pride. I will always watch every second of every game. I will stand by my team at their best and their worst. Most importantly, I will always be a Ranger. Blue and red until I’m dead.
(via lsiggshockeyandphoto)
I want nothing more than for LA to not only sweep the series, but for it to also be 5-0 every game. Go Kopitar. Go Brown.
No but seriously, Rangers did awesome this season. They went so much further than I expected, looking back at the beginning of their season (0-3 in their first three games?) and they gave it a great run. Next year we’ll get Parise and maybe Nash. Kreider will really get to start his rookie season, and maybe, for goodness sakes, Dubinsky will score a goal.
Only four more months until hockey season starts again. I don’t know what I’m going to do until then.
With every goal the Rangers score, my house becomes a little less eerily silent and a little less depressed. More life, more smiles, more laughter and more high fives.
It’s a bit scary just how intensely tied all of our emotions are to the New York Rangers.
