Well…. I am going to pretend Monday never happened. The Oilers? I don’t know who those people are that you speak of. The Coyotes were home tucked in their beds on Monday night, not in cold old Canada.
The Flames? Yes, yes, the Coyotes have issues with them. But at least we didn’t lose 7-2 like some people in our division. This means we have taken a step forward in Flames-land. We are no longer owned by them. Ok, we are but they don’t have a firm grip on our jerseys anymore.
Jovo and Z are back. That is awesome. Well, Z being back is awesome. And Yandle has got to be excited… his body bumpin’ partner is back.
The Rampage have fired Coach Ireland. Novemeber has not been his month since taking on that job…
Tomorrow night Turco comes back. I am super excited for this game. I need to remember to bring the Pru jersey.
After the jump you will find the Sami song. The Sami song is to “Cowboy” by Kid Rock. And let me tell you, this was no easy feat. Come On Eileen was easy. I am working on a Shane Doan song, easy. Who knew that Kid Rock was like a lyrical genius or something? Enjoy!
Well I’m packing up my skates and I’m a head out west
Where real women come equipped with tans and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Doan
Buy an old wood stick find a spot to shoot
And I’m gonna moonwalk it up and down your rink
With a bottle of water and block lots of shots
Buy a ‘boni with a flag sayin’ protectin the post
Then rock that bitch up and down the ice
Give a toast to the ice, skate with the stars
Get thrown in the box and shoved by goalies
Then to Montreal… I wanna skate
Find Detroit and tell them fools to skate back home
Score a goal tonight, for all the tough players
And set up shop at the top of the crease
Sami and I’m the real Lepisto
And I’m headin’ out west sucker…because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the skates tied tight and the finger broken
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Gretz’s Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Scoring at night cause I practice all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a rink from a mile away
I bet you’ll see my snow flying at the goalie crease
It goes (whistle) flyin at the goalie
Skate fast, skate hard, skate out of my mind
I once was a cap, but now I’m a yote
Palm trees and rinks, scabbed knees and ice
Get a map to the stars, find Yanic’s place
And if the ice is right I’m gonna score a goal boy
And let Ari-zon-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the skates tied tight and the finger broken
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Gretz’s Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Scoring at night cause I practice all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a rink from a mile away
Yeah…Lepisto…you can call me Sami
Rollin twenty four minutes per game every night
Seen a sharkey on the ice, skated on by
And said, Yeah this puck fits right in your net
No kidding, puck slinging, blades hitting the ice
Call me Sami, I’m the D, giving your forwards hell
No remorse for the goalie, in his eye I ain’t right
I’m gonna paint his crease red, and light up his lamp HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Jari Kurri
Find West Coast minutes for my DC players
Mack like Oilers, ball like Dallas
Jim told us to leave, but bet he can’t take us
Why they wanna pick on us…ship us up to Hamilton Canada
I ain’t no G, I’m just a regular dman
I ain’t straight outta ‘Couver, I’m straight out of Finland
Hot like Taylor…shoot like Prucha
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I’m flicking my puck up and down that rink and
Keep on shooting until the I light the lamp
Cowboy
With the skates tied tight and the finger broken
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Coyotes Boulevard
Cowboy
Scoring at night cause I practice all day
Cowboy
I can smell a rink from a mile away
Cowboy
With the skates tied tight and the finger broken
Cowboy
With the skates tied tight and the finger broken
Cowboy
Coyotes Boulevard
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