There was no post-game yesterday mainly because we were both throwing up in our own bathrooms. Thankfully I had something else to be angry about that distracted me from hating the Islanders (my psychology midterm). You can start buying flowers for the funeral of this season of the Islanders folks, and I can say that with a guarantee. If the Islanders do manage to make the playoffs I will run naked through the streets. Do not worry though, I doubt either of those will be happening. The thing that bothered me the most about last nights game was Dipietro playing with his head up his ass. What was he thinking? I don't even think he knows. This 15 year commitment is starting to worry me. I know maybe I am overreacting a little because last night was just ugly, but those were rookie mistakes last night and DP is no longer a rookie. He is supposed to be an "elite" goalie in the NHL, and last night he would have given up 6 goals to the Bridgeport Sound Tigers. Last year when we needed Dubie to step up and play solid in net for the playoff run he did just that, and this year when the spotlight was on DP he choked. That is as simple as I can put it.
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