I'm watching Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and Chicago is on the verge of winning their first Cup since 1961. And I have to ask, what the fuck is up with some of these European names?
I mean, just when I get my head and tongue wrapped around Toews ("Taves") and Byfuglien ("Buff-lin"), suddenly my attention is drawn to Niklas Hjalmarsson? What the fuck is up with that? Who puts an "H" before a "J?" Dude's name is pronounced "Jal-marson." So the fucking "H" is silent, like the "k" in knife.
You may all now call me "Hjane."
And don't even get me started on the Canadians, who don't seem to know if they want to be French or not. Boucher is "Boo-shay" but "Probert" is "Pro-burt."
Gimme that nice, simple Sidney Patrick Crosby, any day.
I can't believe the Hflyers have just scored to tie the game. And it was a bounce off of fucking Marian Hossa. My man is cursed, I tell you, CURSED.
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