The Edmonton Oilers are irritating. They’re like that scene in Vertigo where James Stewart is hanging on for dear life, except that the scene never fades.
The Oilers seem to spend every season on the ledge, hanging on by a fingernail with certain death seconds away.
Every. damn. year.
I don’t like Dallas. The Stars are all arrogant and superior-like, and they have funny haircuts. And webbed feet.
In the language of men, they’re “dinks.”