Obviously if you are reading this, one of three things have happened:
1) You are extremely lost on the internet.
B) You are humoring me like no other and taking this all in before it implodes in a wreck of mangled metal and bones similar to when Dany Heatley drives.
iii) You actually want to read a hockey blog about the Dallas Stars.
So welcome to you kind sir or madam. While I will have an "official" post up tonight, this post is merely serving as an aperitif to what you're going to experience. I am not a writer by any means, but my goal is to take you on my journey as a Stars fan who enjoys mocking not only the 29 other teams, but also has a fine appreciation for self loathing and torment, thus my own as well.
Also, a special thanks to one of the best color commentators I've ever heard in the NHL: Daryl Reaugh. Without his massive vocabulary and ability to come up with some of the most bizarre analogies and phrases I've ever heard of in a hockey game, this blog might be called Down Goes Boulerice. Thankfully, it isn't:
Just know that regardless of how this blog ends up, it truly is a win/win for you the reader. If it turns out to be fabulous, then great, you just got a killer new blog to read out of it. And if it turns into a smoldering trainwreck, at least you got to witness it from start to finish. So welcome aboard, take a seat, buckle up, grab a cocktail, and enjoy the ride.