Welcome in on a Friday. I, I'm, I cannot believe the planet I reside on. I, we're, right, no, no, no, I got to tell you. I don't know Derek Malone from a hole in the wall, so I can't call him certain things. I can just tell you what he sounds like.

See, sounding like something doesn't mean you are.

It's just the outward projection you're offering

is sounding like your something.

And that word is a loser.

See, I don't use that word lightly.

I don't think these men go out and try to be terrible. I don't think these men go out starting the day going

how can I take a chair to the spine? But when Derek Malone sits here, like whether it was

Osgood on TV, because Bally going full Kremlin per usual,

or whether it's Derek Malone himself, what kind of playoff chase do we never get to talk about winning?

We only rationalize the losing.

Derek Malone's comment about how proud he is and how big of a point it what you know what dude out the

comment the other day was even worse about how they're in such a blessed spot and how you never know we may not be in this spot next year.

You know what if I had anything to do with it you certainly won't be.

How can you go out after they lose six to five last night?

See, that's the other thing.

Losing is one thing.

When you score five goals in a National Hockey League game,

you should win 99.9% of your games.

This team seemingly wins none of them.

Last night was a microcosm because they sat there, they are in the trail position all night, then Raymond goes Hero Mode, only

to break your balls later because whenever you need a big save, we don't have a goaltender

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