Phil

mountain!

I think @der meister would challenge that statement.

A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits Chapter 8 - The Paradox Chapter 9 My wife and I always used to drive up to cottage country to our cottage every Christmas eve,” World began, playing with the syrup on the side of his plate. “We’ve been doing it since before we were married. It’s where I asked her to marry me, it’s where our daughter was conceived, it’s where she spent her first Christmas and every one following it, up there, in Muskoka. We loved it up there. “We would always have the same rituals when we got there. We’d leave Christmas Eve in the morning and arrive in the afternoon. We’d unload the car, bring out all the Christmas decorations, and deck the halls, porch, and everywhere. We’d build a little miniature village on the coffee table and then I’d start the fire while my wife, Amanda, would make hot cocoa. We would sit on the couch, drinking our hot chocolate, watching the crackling fire with festive music in the background. Afterwards, I would go out and find a suitable fir tree to use as the Christmas tree while Amanda prepared supper. We’d have all the groceries with us. It was always easier to shop in Toronto before we left. When my daughter, Annabel, got a little older, she’d come find a tree with me. “I would come back with the tree, Amanda would have supper ready, we’d eat and then decorate the tree after clearing up. We’d have some mulled wine and cheese and crackers and then watch some of our favourite seasonal movies. We’d go to sleep around 1:00 and wake up for Christmas Day. Once we had Annabel, the day was all about spending it with her. She’d wake us up to ask us if we could go see whether Santa brought us anything and if he ate the goodies we left for him, we’d go out into town to the Church to attend a Morning Mass, look at the animals in the petting zoo... it was beautiful to always see Amanda and Annabel smiling so much and so widely. It was magical…” World stopped to clear a lump in his throat. He tried to speak but words seemed to fail him. He tried to covered it up by taking a mouthful of pancakes. Mary, sensing where this was headed, did not press him. She just let him play with his food for a bit, until he was ready to go on. “We did it every year; every single year. Until last Christmas.” World stopped abruptly and starting silently sobbing into his hands. Mary put and comforting warm arm over his shoulder rubbing his back. With each convulsion of his sobs Mary could feel the pain of World, the gut-wrenching, heart-breaking pain that was just minutes ago locked away inside him. After a few moments, World looked up at Mary with blood-shot, haunted eyes, hallowed and distant and said: “Last Christmas on the way up to our cottage, we got T-boned on the passenger side by a man who was texting and driving. He killed my wife on impact and our little girl bled out while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.” Tears rolled down Mary’s face and she gripped his arm for emotional support.

a) Amazing song intro b) it was bloody freezing on the weekend here too! c) Shankly's now at 181 Hits with 20 taken d) Hamilton will be playing in his 5th WC in the off-season! Go Europe! e) That's what Xmas is all about - traditions - the routine of those traditions and the magic feeling of nostalgia, chaos, stress, and good memories all mushed into one f) lol yea soy milk in hot chocolate? nahh that's nasty g) I just gorge on chocolate covered almonds lol h) mini coopers! i) lol drivers.. oh man oh man they just don't know how to drive j) Let's get that gold medal then! k) next year, you'll get 80 assists and assisting on 40 of my goals l) oo enjoy the days off and hopefully you find an agent that's right for you m) LOL nice Austin Powers reference. That's a win. A total blowout. Best thing ever. n) Lindemann! o) YEE BUDDY WAS A GREAT EPISODE

Black Velvet ejected from game at 9:50 of 3rd period lol Higgy

oops

9 fucking goals and I can't manage a point? this is stupid

- Christmas Traditions!? - Favourite yuletide drink (alcoholic or non-alcoholic) - Favourite yuletide snacks? - Shankly's offensive production - explain it to me - goals for Essian in 2017 - goals for der meister in 2017? - goals for Shankly... lol not likely

What's your Christmas season looking like? Tell me a bit about yourself. Favourite Xmas drinks (alcoholic or non-alcoholic Favourite Xmas snacks! Tea or Coffee? Hot Chocolate or Chai? Calgary or Cologne?

Harsh reality. Merry VHLmas

Kung Pao? That's Fantastic.

Christmas gift? This is it! Watched any Holiday Movies yet? If so which ones? If not... which ones will you plan on watching? What are some of your favourite holiday drinks? (alcoholic or non-alcoholic) Do you play an mobile games? What does Holik want for Christmas? What does Alexander want for Christmas? Ask me questions in my thread - ask about the origin of something Christmassy and I'll answer it. What do you want to know

<3 Best of luck with your next dude! Know what you want to make already!?!

KnightTime #80 Welcome back everyone! Thanks for stopping by! Some nice peeks into the disorganized live of Phil Knight here, along with me drooling over the Labatte race, and featuring some Fucking Prick called Knight. Merry Christmas everyone, I love you all. Well... most of you... okay, mainly me. But If you comment on this podcast, I'll show my love by liking your post. <3 Knight Brothers Question Thread Songs: A Cradle in Bethleham - The Beautiful Mistake This is a division of KnightTime Radio. Run Time: 16 minutes

@eaglesfan036 @gregreg @Draper @Higgins @Kendrick @Beketov @DollarAndADream @der meister @tfong @TheLastOlympian07 Could you throw some questions at me for KnightTime 81 and 82? Xmas one's welcome!

I have been forced to post this as a Point Task for last week. It's all @Streetlight's fault. Possibly some interference from @Higgins too. The point is, Merry Christmas A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits Chapter 8 Gregor stood with his hands and face pressed up against the glass, his eyes dancing with wonder and amazement. His jaw hung just above the ground and his eyes betrayed the reflections of the sparkling lights that teased him so. He stood there for minutes on end, watching the midday sun hit them and burst into a millions individual rays of light, ricocheting off each other, in turn breaking off into smaller rays, as if they were speaking a whole language through sun beams. For the past week, every day at noon, Gregor would come down to this store to look through the window. He still had never gone inside. He was nervous. Countless times each visit he would make a move towards the door, but withdraw suddenly, as if he were about to trespass on private property. He had already done that 3 times today. Gregor looked up at the door anxiously as it opened and let a customer back into the street. Gregor was intensely studying the man’s face, trying to determine if any damage had been done inside the shop. The man caught eye of the fact Gregor was looking at him and hurried on down the street. Gregor resume his staring. Maybe tomorrow, he said to himself, Maybe tomorrow will be the day. Putting his hands in his pockets, he tore his eyes away from the display and slumped off back to his apartment, where his girlfriend was waiting for him to have lunch together. 10 minutes later, Gregor and Cersei were sitting at their kitchen table having butternut squash soup and biscuits. They ate in silence for a few moments before Cersei broke the quiet. “Let’s try this again, Gregor. And for Pete’s sake please try to hold a conversation.” Gregor swallowed hard and stammered “Uhhokay” “Great! Now did you get want you wanted when you were out?” I did not go out to get something I wanted. I went out for someone I adore. Oh Cersei, even if I could put into words the purpose of me going out again today I fear I would have to hide it from you, the way an ostrich hides in plain sight. Alas, if I am, not playing hockey, all I can think of is you. You consume my thoughts and take my voice away. You voice floats me downstream in the river of dreams to… “GREGOR!” Snapping out of his inner monologue he inhaled deeply and managed: “RMM. No. I did not.” “Well that’s too bad. Do you know what I spent my day doing?” Pausing, thinking it was probably best not to think too much, Gregor replied “Christmas?” “Yes! Christmas. I am going to spend it with my family. I’ve packed all my stuff. I know that means you’ll be left all alone, but you’ll be at hockey practices and games most of the time and I don’t wait all that time by myself just to hear you say three words. I think I just need my space. You understand?” I understand that this barrier to be unable to speak with you is caused by my complete love for you. A feeling I do not believe I deserve and therefore do not believe that I deserve you. I understand that it is exactly my love for you, paradoxically, that does not allowed me to express my adoration for you and thus you believe that it is my simple mind that cannot grasp the words to converse with you.. to be with you, which on some meekest of levels, is exactly right. “roh. Yes,” he replied dejectedly , breaking eye contact to stare into his soup bowl. “Good. I’m leaving right away.” Cersei got up and gave Gregor a quick hug and picked up her suitcase, moving to the door. She stopped and turned around to him. “Merry Christmas Gregor.” Gregor looked up, his eyes swimming, “I... miss. Yuhg” Cersei smiled sadly and turned, heading out the door for what she suspected would be the last time.

A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 Jeff, Phil, and David were having a blast in the snow. Phil had managed to accost David and shove snow down his back just before Jeff made a flying tackle to knock them both to the ground. The laughter of the three lads echoed around the yard and woodland area and only stopped when, exhausted and rosy cheeked they all collapsed in the snow panting deeply. Deciding they better go inside and get warmed up, they dragged their soaked selves through the doorway, much to the chagrin of Mrs. Hamilton, whose perfectly cleaned foyer was getting snow slopped all over it. She shooed the boys on into the house and armed herself with a mop to rectify the situation. By the time all three Hamilton’s had their hot showers, dinner was awaiting their appetites on the table. The smell could bring you to your knees. There was roasted potatoes, lamb with an apricot sauce, some homemade mint jelly, Brussel sprouts with sour cream sauce, some ham, red and white wine as well as sparkling juices, mountains of vegetables and assortment of pastas. The brothers clambered around the table and sat down to feast with their parents. “When’s grandma and grandpa getting here?” David asked with a mouth full of potato. “They’ll be arriving tomorrow morning,” Mrs. Hamilton replied. “So I’ll need you boys to do some dusting in the morning to make sure everything’s spic and span.” “You know they won’t care if they spot a cobweb under the sofa right?” Jeff asked. “That’s not the point, Jeoffery. I want the house looking absolutely perfect. Are you boys going out to get a tree after supper?” “Oh yea,” Phil replied instantaneously. “Dad are you coming with us?” “May as well.” Replied the surly figure at the head of the table. Dinner carried on in a merry sort of ways as everyone enjoyed the food and talked of their Christmas plans, the baking that was to be done, the presents that needed wrapping, the songs that needed to be sung, the food (and especially beer) that needed to be consumed, and the movies that needed to be watched. Presently the phone rang and Mrs. Hamilton got up to answer it. After a matter of moments, she came back into the kitchen, still clutching the phone next to her ear with a shaky grip, her eyes wide. Everyone stopped talking and looked up at her. “Gran… Grandpa’s dead.”

Warmest of welcomes @Andrea. Great to have you here! I can answer any questions you have! Just hit me up in chat, PM me or post below!

lol and back to 5 hits a game!

oh good - 9 hits this time - back to my average of 5.

WHAT!? ONLY ONE HIT!? WHT IS THIS MAGIC?

Nice win! Nice Game from Phil Handbag too!

@Victor you suck second of all Penalty Shot by Phil Hamilton for Legion - Goal! Fucking worth it!