TWW: What I Want for Christmas

No matter what you celebrate this season, I’m sure we can all agree on one thing. Sidney Crosby died for our sins. After the jump, a very special The Weekly Whoring in which we reveal a couple Christmas wishes for the league. Happy holidays, gang.

The Weekly Whoring: The Ultimate Whore-Out

It’s been a few weeks without a TWW post, mainly because we were hammering out the final details of a large deal. There’s no easy way to say this: Making Puck will be retired for the forseeable future, if not permanently.

Without going into too much detail, there is a corporate sponsor willing to give us riches beyond our wildest dreams to recap games for them, and, because we’re whores….we agreed. This is what you get for falling for whores. Life isn’t always like Pretty Woman, where Richard Gere wins your heart and saves you from the street. Sometimes, Richard Gere just shoves a gerbil up your ass and laughs at you.

So, this weekend will be Making Puck’s final hoorah. You have Reasonable Doubt and LeNoceur leading the way this weekend, but starting Monday, you will see more original content in an effort to give the fledgling site we’re recapping for a much-needed traffic bump. We’re philanthropic that way. Feel free to join us on Monday and support us in our newest endeavor, recapping games for a site that shall remain nameless. We’ll call it Dead S. No wait, that’s too obvious. how about D. Spin? Yeah, that’ll do.

So raise a glass for an Irish Wake, because after the Jump, our eulogy to Making Puck.

Danny Briere’s Dasherboard Confessional

Christ, I’m emo.

I know, I’m as shocked as you are. All these years, I just thought I could push this jet-black hair back behind my ears like the rest of the guys and no one would notice. It’s the go-to haircut for any chirpy Québécois – the only guy I can think of who didn’t was Ray Bourque, and he was frickin’ harsh. Why did I substitute the F-bomb with frickin? That’s what emo does to you. Even when you try to display emotion, you operate at a checking-line level. God, it’s like I’m bleeding melancholy right now.

Welcome… kind of

Growing up watching hockey, I have learned many different things from many different players. One of the things I have learned from NHL Superstar Jaromir Jagr is that there is nothing more important than your own statistics.

Keeping that in mind, a casual glance to MYFO’s stat board today reveals a sudden spike in visitors, most likely due to the shout-out from the Godfather over at Deadspin. While this mentioning is very much appreciated, it might also be considered pre-mature and unexpected. You see, I’m pretty sure that starting up a hockey blog in July is not very high on the great ideas list, probably falling somewhere between the proverbial screen door on a submarine and (for you basketball fans) taking Sam Bowie with your first round draft pick.

With that said, on behalf of my fellow MYFO linemates, I welcome you to take a look around, but please keep in mind that we are the blog equivalent of Gretzky with the Indianapolis Racers – we have big expectations, but the dynasty has yet to arrive. At the very least, come back in October when we are breaking scoring records and winning Cups…