Spiffy Bender Radio Nicholas A Peterson

Free agency?  Trades?...Yeah...not here, yinz beautiful humans!  I'm incapable of saying anything about signings and trades, league-wide, better than any insider or singularly focused fan, so I'll refrain.  In this episode, I give some thoughts on the free agency process itself, a beer review, and a letter to an adult leaguer named Billy Badass.  Enjoy!

Welp...that just happened.  How well, or, er...poorly did Ron Francis and company do with the expansion draft?  How poorly or, er...abysmally did ESPN do with the telecast presentation?  An unsent letter to Frank Seravalli. A beer review.  So so very much shorter than the last episode.  You're welcome.

This is what happens when I'm gone for too long and the entire NHL goes totally bug-nuts.  Tropical Storm Kucherov ran amok all over the media, got sponsored by the beer he was drinking, and is still dragging the Montreal fanbase across a sterling silver, legendary name-embossed lightning bolt.  A tornado of trades rolled through the off-season trailer park and left my browser history a shambles.  I covered a few while I got a little post/pre-chorin' lit.  EXPANSION:  The opposite of what a mythical kraken would do to a galleon.  Ronny Franchise takes all your decent **** Wednesday, July 21st at 8pm.  Who goes?  Who doesn't?  Who took my last 'Gansett?  Me?  Yup.

Hey yo...here's a brief riff on the importance of championship victories as it pertains to measuring an individual player's legacy.  Its likely incomplete and janky, but sometimes, I like to think the same of myself as I continue on this undulating wavelength that is life.  Pro tip.  Wear no-show socks if you're gonna rock some TOMS.  Your significant other's sense of smell will thank you.

This episode is 1000x less depressing than the last...at least for me.  Where will the Penguins go from here?  Probably a bunch of really awesome vacation destinations...BUT AFTER?  Who knows?  The expansion draft looms, free agency perhaps looms larger (because that's often the yearly saga of buyer's remorse to the tune of funeral dirges), and many questions must be answered.  Like...have I had a few?  Yeah.  I have.  I need to put back on what I lost after a 5k and bodyweight session.  I dig equilibrium. 

NHL talk?  There's some.  Did I drink a few and get into a little deep, dark soul-bearing session directed towards the love of my life that isn't my wife?  Yep.  Hockey...it's you and me with our initials carved into a tree.