Adin Hill, who cost us a fourth round pic from our division rival San Jose just told the the “Two Best Players In The World” to eat his shorts for the last two and a half games.
Adin Hill, who cost us a fourth round pic from our division rival San Jose just told the the “Two Best Players In The World” to eat his shorts for the last two and a half games.
In the SN broadcast, they talked about how seeing Hill on the other end didnโt scare Skinner compared to if he was playing a Vasi
They were right, Vasi doesnโt hold a candle to Adin MF Hill
TheDerbWanderer
He ain’t a hill, That’s a mountain
Zedbie
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To puck in deep and forecheck fold We must await, ere break away, To find our long forgotten gold. The fans were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the knight. The Oil was dead, it flaming spread; The rinc like torches blazed with light. The D was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no Leaf: There shadows lay be knight or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the blue paint’s crease, But shrill and harsh across the March Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to net with Hill! Though McDrai may shoot hearts feel ill, We must await ere break away, Far over the net stands Adin Hill.
TwoDollarTuesday
Itโs true. I was the shorts.
FlurriesofFleuryFury
but… did SJ win that trade?
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Heilos
Have you ever seen a more perfect being in his natural element?
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In the SN broadcast, they talked about how seeing Hill on the other end didnโt scare Skinner compared to if he was playing a Vasi
They were right, Vasi doesnโt hold a candle to Adin MF Hill
He ain’t a hill, That’s a mountain
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To puck in deep and forecheck fold
We must await, ere break away,
To find our long forgotten gold.
The fans were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the knight.
The Oil was dead, it flaming spread;
The rinc like torches blazed with light.
The D was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no Leaf:
There shadows lay be knight or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.
The wind went on from West to East;
All movement in the blue paint’s crease,
But shrill and harsh across the March
Its whistling voices were released.
Farewell we call to net with Hill!
Though McDrai may shoot hearts feel ill,
We must await ere break away,
Far over the net stands Adin Hill.
Itโs true. I was the shorts.
but… did SJ win that trade?
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Have you ever seen a more perfect being in his natural element?