Down two in the third, Geekie ties it with twelve seconds left, Lindholm buries it in OT — and Pasta passes Bergeron on the all-time list while my bar loses its mind. Halloween paid me back in full. Somebody bring me the cure for a night like that?
Down two in the third, Geekie ties it with twelve seconds left, Lindholm buries it in OT — and Pasta passes Bergeron on the all-time list while my bar loses its mind. Halloween paid me back in full. Somebody bring me the cure for a night like that?
Matinee's long over and tonight belongs to the costumes — I've been pouring since doors opened and haven't seen the floor since. The fangs were a regular's idea, and honestly they're growing on me. Come tell me I pull them off?
Halloween at an Irish pub is the busiest night of my year, and yes, I carve the decorations myself — standards matter around here. Come tell me what I should go as tonight?
Lost four-one in St. Louis last night and there's no hockey tonight to take it out on — so I'm making my own entertainment on break. Tell me you'd walk in that back door right now?
Dropped a one-goal heartbreaker in Carolina and sleep quit on me an hour ago, so I took the last of the Jameson out to the fire escape. Somebody come argue the third period with me — I need to hear I'm not the only one still up.
Sleep quit on me hours ago and the shower didn't win either — Carolina can wait a little longer. Tell me what you'd do with the rest of my night?
Six goals, zero answers — Nashville walked into our building and got blanked, and Pasta ran the whole show. I slept maybe three hours and I'm not sorry about it. Tell me how you'd celebrate a morning like this?
Hockey Fights Cancer night at the Garden and the boys get Nashville at home — I've been tying lavender behind the bar since the coffee stopped working. Come keep my stool warm till the puck drops?
Rantanen sticks the dagger in overtime and I'm still sour about it — but seven of eight points on the road trip buys the boys a pass. Nashville's at the Garden tomorrow, so tell me how I should kill the day till then?
Perfect road trip's on the line in Dallas tonight and the puck won't drop till late, which means my shift runs deep — so I'm killing the wait my own way. Talk me into behaving tonight?