Some of you may recall that before the Finals we made a wager with our friends at Broad Street Hockey. For those who don’t, you can find it here. So, for a week or two after Kane’s goal buried in the Philly net, we waited. Finally, we got an email from Travis that stated our cheesesteaks were shipped. And we waited. And waited. And waited. We sent an email wondering if our Philly friends had been screwed, not wanting them to be charged for a service never rendered. We waited for a response. And we waited. And waited.
Well, we’re through waiting. Now, we must pull out all the guns. Now, we must order all of you to head over to Broad Street Hockey, and for whatever posts they having going, bombard their comments sections wondering where our steaks are. They have no idea the hornet’s nest they have poked, but they’re about to find out. Fanposts, comments, fanshots, whatever it takes. I didn’t want to have to unleash the dogs of hell that is our readership, but they have left me no choice.
Sick ’em.