Phil

whadyamean? It says that under the Titan's emblem on the main board

1. Reign , Phil Villeneuve 3 (Johan Hallstrom, Brennan McQueen) at 12:37 (PP) HOLY FUCK MVP YES GOALLLL GOOOOAAALLLL GOOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLL GWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHA :drool: :oldman:

Oh... Osbourne is GM now... LOL

I am definitely winning this

lol you make Higgy's job way too easy Kyle...

gg no re

That's a shame

I don't recall.... YO MAMA

I think this is an appropriate time to post this: RIGA REIGN DA WRECKIN' TRAIN OF PAIN DISDAIN TO THOSE WHO OPPOSE AKA OUR FOES FOR WE SHALL COMPOSE OUR OWN RENDITION OF OUR MISSION TO PETITION THE DEMISE, BY WAY OF SURPRISE, OF ALFIE'S NEXT SUNRISE TOO LONG HAVE WE BEEN STRONG TO NOT BELONG AT THE TOP OF THE LEAGUE WE'LL NOT CONCEDE, IT'S AGREED THAT WE'LL BLEED TO EXCEED THE DECREE THAT ENABLES US TO SUCCEED WHERE ONCE WERE FAILURES, REPLACED BY SAVIOURS THAT IS... OUR PLAYERS. Edit: SHOTS FIRED

already filled out my espn bracket. I got this fellas

#doitforrivalry

Rafter's Induction Rafter never thought he would be interviewed again by a member of the VHL community. Turns out, he was wrong. The British sniper hung up his skates for the final time over 3 seasons ago and retired back to England to pursue hobbies such as restoring sports-cars' engines and raising his family. Word had reached him via a call from his former agent, Phil Knight, about his induction into the Hall of Fame. "I was shocked. I had just come in from the shop, working on my new Aston Martin, when my wife hands be the telephone," Rafter recounts to us. "It was great to hear from Knight. We catch up from time to time and generally spend hours on the phone but this conversation was very short." Mr. Knight had dropped the Induction bomb and told him to hop on a plane to the International Office of the Victory Hockey League in Vasteras, Sweden. No more than 6 hours later, Rafter was in the clouds, brimming with happiness. You could almost say he was literally on Cloud 9. When he landed he made his way to the Iron Eagle hotel, a landmark for VHL players of the past and present. It is this hotel where all the visiting teams stay during their visits to Sweden. As he walked the halls of the hotel, recollections of his days as a VHL player flooded back to him. He remember when he got drafted into the VHL by Davos in the Season 27 Entry Draft at 6th overall. The excitement he felt throughout the 6 seasons he spent with Davos never wavered. He loved every moment of it, the pinnacle of his pride being when they won the Continental Cup in Season 31. He loved the group of players: Smalling, Byer, Peters, Qin, Gaz, Satan, Dringus, Shcarps... Although he was captain of the team, he never saw himself as 'the one leader'. The camaraderie amongst the team meant that anyone at any given time could step up and take the role of a leader among them. They gelled together better than a jello solution in a fridge. Yes indeed, Davos was certainly his family. He still feels a strong affinity towards the organization and will watch them live every now and again. But in Season 32 the rebuild had to happen and David Knight, at that time the GM, shipped Rafter off to Helsinki to put his career in the hands of the reliable and competent Mitch Higgins. Not surprisingly, he had a blast there, even if it was only for a season. They had a decent playoff stint but fell short which was a little bit of a heartbreak for the team. He entered the off-season a free agent and although a lot of teams were pitching him with enticing offers to join them, he was drawn like a pendulum back to Davos. There he spent another season with his favourite hockey town. He was traded once again to play his last season as a member of the New York Americans with a blockbuster trade sending Smalling and Rafter across the pond and receiving Chershenko, Larsson, a 2nd and a 3rd. As Rafter ran every red light on memory lane, a single manly tear rolled down his cheek. He smiled through watery eyes and looked up. He was outside Vasteras' arena. He went inside and water around the concession stands noticing things like the smell of the stale popcorn and the air of the ventilation system. He walked up to the upper deck and sat done in the stands, looking down on the sleek ice. He pulled out a notepad and pen and said to himself, with all of these hockey memories dancing like bears in the Russian ballet around his head: "I better get started on this induction speech." We do not know how long he sat there for. Hours upon hours would be a conservative guess. Rafter is one of those people who attributes all of his successes in his life to other people. He believes that it is the people around him that made him who he is. He is the sum of all the interactions he has ever made with anyone. When he finally gives his speech, he will have a arduously long list of people he'll be thanking; not because it is the norm or for PR purposes, but because he honestly believes that each on every one of them are worth thanking. Thank you: Bushito Thank you: unknown Thank you: Bushito Thank you: muffins/Damien/whateveryoucallyourselfnow Thank you: kovy17 Thank you: BOOM Thank you: Hickey Thank you: STZ Thank you for the good times

All of this arguing is pointless.. we all know that the better team is Anderson

MSJ!

BLOGGART! Although this may sound just like an insult that a man from the 1940s would yell at a homeless man trying to cook Mulligan Stew under a bridge but ruining it with old pigweed, it is actually a very appropriate title for this week's blog. Bloggart - blog + art (and an extra 'g' because I'm so gangster, what whaaa!) Blogging is indeed an art - or at least it should be. The English language can be so eloquent and I feel like it being decimated by the use of quick chats. The art of conversation has withered away like an MS patient and been usurped by lols and brbs. No one seems to have time to put together a well constructed sentence. For example, I (Phil Villeneuve) was yesterday telling a story to by 19-year old cousin. I said something along the lines of 'Those New York Americans are pernicious little fuckers'. She asked me what 'pernicious' meant and so I explained that it meant ' extremely deadly'. "Oh," she replied. "Well why didn't you just say that?" Hank Moody said it best in a radio interview. I have transcribed it below for your reading pleasure. In other News, Riga aren't the force I thought they would be. I suppose I haven't really been pulling my weight and should use our powers of awesome to be better. My teammates are some of the better ones in the VHL methinks. The lockerroom is always buzzing with activity and the mood is generally great all the time. Until I post something stupid there... which is almost daily. "I guess it's just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. I mean, we have all this amazing technology, and yet… computers have turned into basically four-figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but… But all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and… 24-hour day access to kiddy porn. People… They don’t write anymore. They blog. Instead of talking, they text… No punctuation, no grammar, L.O.L. this and L.M.F.A.O. that. It just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a protolanguage that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English"

Unleash the Naggerwolf

I listen to almost everything, but I heard this song for the first time yesterday and it's so mesmerizing I cannot stop listening to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAIDqt2aUek

I guess I'm just more surprised because I stopped being active for his last 2/1,5 seasons. So, Rafter Induction Party, anyone? I call it the R.I.P Gathering

And don't forget #doitforhallstrom

#doitforhallstrom

I got into the HoF!? LOL when!?

Smell that? That's butthurt

Villeneuve - 4TPE