Return of the Mack

Rejoice, folks.

Scoop is back.

The constant cries for my witty, inappropriate sense of humor has touched me in a place that only Jacko ever did, that one time in Neverland.

But Scoop we love you so much where have you been?

Listen, I've been... Busy. My vacation to New Zealand was a gong show, there was some personal stuff I had to deal with in Scotland, and just all in all, if I'm being honest, there was a ton of meth.

But that's all behind me for now. The heat's still WAY too hot. So I figured I'd drop in and entertain you for a few hundred words.

And I have to say, it's great to see you all aga...

*Stares awkwardly at Richard for several minutes, turns to a random GM*

Me: " Who let their dad in?"

Ottawa GM: "Uh, me, and technically everyone else. But mostly me. I had to hack Glasgow's owners account and quit under their name, but he still hasn't noticed so it's all really worked out for the best."

Huh, well then. Ok... I mean there's already more action from the Newf than the Scot had in 4 years, so I'm down.

Speaking of, holy crap is Vienna ever doing something right. That's 4 straight finals for him, dating back to the Vienna Capitals of the CDHL. Well done sir, we should all be taking lessons from you.

Unless it's for the draft lottery. Then, clearly, Vegas and Roswell have this shit locked down. For Vegas, it's easy - just .. win 2nd pick.

Roswell takes the scenic route, trading for all the first and then keeping only the eventual winner. I call rigged. Who's with me???

And so, we settle in for the Championship edition of the Bro Bowl. Savard vs Savard, the likes of which we've not seen since Marc Savard was battling the hallucination of himself he was seeing whilst he was all fucked upstairs. As was commented, we can't do a hair vs hair match, so why not eyebrows on the line? We want a sidebet!

*Sirens in the background*

Well that's all the time I have for now, I'll try and pop in again soon. But I have to go. Now. Bye!