The Home Of Rock N Roll
Having failed to find sufficient outsourced blogging talent (NPR reporters logging in are guffawing) in Mexico, the Elder has dispatched me to Florida to see what the talent pool looks like down here.
There's plenty link-to-the-reason mag-article-add-your-two-cents-link-to-the-national review online-article-add-your-two-cents-link-to-other-bloggers-add-your-two-cents-type of news-cycle bloggers. In fact, of the 18 I interviewed yesterday for the one opening we have on staff, only one was not a news-cycler and it turns out HE just wanted free links to his adult sites.
So after a long day of interviews, I was ready for some pizza and hockey on the tele. Bruins agane-st (Barry Melrose pronunciation) Flyers. Classic. Or should I say Classic Rock, as Flyers goaltender Sean Burke was sporting a mask depicting the debauched likenesses of Jimmy Page and Eric Clapton.
What the hell is wrong with Sean Burke and why is he promoting moldy classic rock on his hockey mask? A quick google produced nothing, so any info Fraters Fans have would be appreciated. I imagine Burke is just another closet guitarist whose taste never quite matured past Whole Lotta Love or Lay Down Sally.
I know, I know, rock pioneers and all that, but please man, you have one mask on which to display your personality to the world and you chose two drugged-out English weirdos as your icons?
Why Sean, why? (BTW, if your performance on the ice as of late continues, you'll have plenty of time to practice your blues-based Stratocaster noodling at home.)
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