The Breakfast of Champions…or is it, Chump-ions?
If any of you know me, you also know how much I hate being wrong. And since that happens so often, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.
But then something like this happens and I learn all over again what true humiliation feels like.
I need to apologize to anyone who read my previous post and noticed the egregious name misspellings of players Pavel Datsyuk and Ryan Kesler and the Detroit Red Wings team name. This is one of those times when Gibraltar itself would be a rock too small for me to hide under.
The fact of the matter is, I was rushing to finish that already-late post and simply didn’t do enough (obviously) to make sure that I had everything right before hitting the ‘Publish’ button.
So my sincerest apologies to these as well as the Nashville Predators organization for representing them poorly via my typographical errors.
I will do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Recite 10 Hail Barry’s and your sins will be forgiven.
Hail Barry,
Full of Grace,
The Poile is with thee.
Blessed art thou among coaches,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy system, the Preds.
Holy Coach,
Father of Smashville,
pray for we who cannot spell,
and run Original Six team’s names together.
Amen.
P.S. I am SO going to hell for this…