Yes, soon to return is the infamous Saints PRs which, of the last couple seasons, has been increasingly absent from the TFHL scene. But now that the league management has been shuffled, there are rumours that GM young's interest in the blessed Game of l'hockey has increased and once again he see's light at the end of the tunnel. To avoid purgatory and not to relinquish curiousity to a state of limbo, I announce to you - the great and faithful TFHL demos - that I vow to return to the noblesse oblige vocatio of writing great PR's. The first, is but a sample, but here it goes.
Proverbs teaches us, that a great donkey is a great donkey, but more admirable than the former is the donkey who is admirable but yet decrepid...
which leads me to this point. Yes, the Pain is great, and this anti-Geoffrey Young, by a similar name but yet not as splendid and charming, the Geoff Lord of Elliot, has cause for celebration for his great Leviathan the Pain (who I must admit have never succeeded in the TFHL before) are admirably leading many offensive categories.
But this great donkey is not as great as sick donkey. And yes, the Saints are such a sick donkey for at a sub-.500 record, the Saints are rivalring the offence of the Pain in the ass, errrr donkey...sorry, mr.elliots Pain...
So here are the facts, I have heralded the rise of the Saints in the east for many seasons but this year I will do nothing of the sort. Rather, I will just admit that despite being pitifully pathetic defensively, I claim such - that the Saints are superior offensively to any team in the league. To prove this now infallibly and for all future generations to venerate - witness the facts:
despite being sub-.500...the saints:
- Are 2nd in Goals For, closely behind the Pain
- have 4 players in the top 25 of scoring in the TFHL (compared to the Pain's pitiful five in top 30 psssh)
- the Saints, like the Pain, have 9 players with 10 or more points
- and unlike the Pain's Championship management and coaching, the Saints possess a staff which, although never making it past the 2nd round of the playoffs, always impresses the femme fatales with our chivralry and geniune charm
The point of this all, beware the Saints....for as the great boondock saints profess:
And shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand.
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
We will flow a river forth on to Thee,
and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patris, et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.
To translate to thee laymen - it's Ass kicking time!
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