My initial thought was to outsource this this post to Down Goes Brown, but Fork insists I get up a post or two a month, so here I am.

Speaking of our good buddy to the north, if you're not reading his blog, then you're depriving yourself of some awesome hilarity, so please, go read it.  Flip through the archives, it's far better than what you're going to get here.  I'll wait.

One you thing you probably noticed there is an unhealthy obsession with Wendel Clark.  Clark had an interesting career.  He was a very good goal scorer, but he had to spend the bulk of his career in Toronto fighting, because he was surrounded by guys like Dmitri Mironov and Bill Berg.  He was damn good at fighting, which is especially impressive considering his bones were apparently made of peanut brittle (Clark played more than 70 games only 3 times in 15 seasons).  He also had an awesome mustache that made him look like the motorcycle guy from the Village People.

As I've observed previously, Dirk Graham also had an awesome mustache.  He was also a bad ass captain in the vein of Clark (although not as talented a scorer).  One night, the two met in combat, and their thunderous punches nearly destroyed the very arena they played in.

Or something.