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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!

Both Phil's suck balls

lol nice job CPUs

No idea what's going on but HI MRS STREETLIGHT!

yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyay!

LOL #gains

O WOW GG!!!

Gotta wait for Chapter nine, most likely

Still gonna keep posting these hear. More or less because I want to see if I can get @eaglesfan036 to write a story for me. Hope your exam went well bud. A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - stevo Chapter 6 “See Debbie, I told you you’d like them if you just met! Wasn’t tonight fun?” Zach @DollarAndADream was sitting up in bed ready Campbell’s Soup: What It Takes to Be A Star In the VHL. “Yes it was wonderful Zachy,” his wife replied. “Though don’t you think we had a little too much fun?” “What!? Nonsense! T’is the season for making merriment! Now I know you have anxiety about social interactions, but you can’t say that you wouldn’t do that again!” “No, of course no, dear.” Deborah stared into the mirror as she put on her earrings. It was the morning after the dinner with Max and Samantha and she was getting ready to go to Church. Zach was right, she always got nervous in social situations and really the only two places she felt like she could be herself was with Zach and Church. She couldn’t explain it, but they were the only two places where she felt secure, at peace, safe. The problem with this was, she also suffered from FOMO – Fear of Missing Out. When you don’t like to try new things and don’t like to miss things, it’s a bad combination. She had suffered from years of depression from this and if it hadn’t been for Zach and her Church outings… well, who knows? “Are you coming to Church with me today, honey?” Zach glanced at the time and then pounced up. “Oh no! I’m late for practice. No sorry babe – coach will kill me if I take off another practice for Church.” “Isn’t that oppressing of your religious freedom?” “Well, normally yes, but he knows I’m not that religious so I can’t get away with it.” Zach was whizzing around the condo, hopping into his pants and looking for his car keys. Throwing on his coat he gave a swift peck on the cheek of Debbie and said. “Have a good time at Church, babe.” And ran out the door. ---- Over at the house of @Molholt and Samantha, they seemed rather unsure of things: “Do you think we opened them up to the idea?” asked Samantha. “I don’t think they would have agreed to another night out like that if we hadn’t,” replied Molholt, as he watched some VHL highlights on TV. “Yea but they we both pretty drunk. What if they don’t remember?” “I’m sorry, but when you end an evening like we did, I think that’s not something to easily forget.” “Well can you ask Zach about it at practice if they’re still up for it?” “Oh Sam please, I’m not about to bring it up to him in the changeroom. Why don’t I suggest the four of us get drinks after our game tonight? Then you can bring the cross-kisses up there” Samantha momentarily paused, remembering the foreign kisses from last next. She was very happy with Max and wanted to be with him until the end of days, and he felt the same, but something recently just seemed to be missing and this seemed like a good avenue to explore. Max agreed. “And you’re sure you’re all right with this Max?” “I’ve been Zach teammate for 6 years. I’m basically as comfortable with him as with anyone, as last night proved. You’ve only met Debbie once, are you fine with it?” Sam nodded vigorously. She loved this unique idea. The idea of a husband-wife swap was a familiar concept to everyone… but a wife-wife, husband-husband swap? Now that is something for the ages. Outside, carolers in the distant started singing about decking the halls.

#TBT Can't tell me this ain't a good song without lying

18:46 of 2nd period - Phil Hamilton is hit by Phil Shankly and loses puck. fuck off you useless twat. and I mean the both of you

HOLY SHIT DID I GET A MULTI-POINT NIGHT!?!?! nope... nope... that was a CPU