She Wants to Sell My Monkey...

If you are familiar with that phrase (He's smiling like a butcher's dog!), then, chances are pretty good that you're a Pittsburgh Penguins fan (Get that dog off my lawn!), or, you've at least seen a game or two on FSN Pittsburgh. The title of today's post is one of the catchphrases (Look out, Loretta!) of legendary Penguins play-by-play man Mike Lange (Michael, Michael, motorcycle). Well, my fellow Pens fans, a dark day is upon us (Oh, he beat him like a rented mule!)...

I found the following in in my e-Pens newsletter today...

Penguins Hire Mike Lange as Radio Broadcaster

Radio? Did they say radio? But, generally, I can't get Pittsburgh radio around here! This is going to reduce my hockey watching pleasure (Oh, how much fried chicken can you eat?!). Don't get me wrong, I love Paul Steigerwald and Bob Errey (Buy Sam a drink, and get his dog one too!), really I do, but you just can't replace Mike Lange! Well, fuck.

Next thing you know, people will be talking about how the Pens might move out of Pittsburgh if they can't get a stadium deal. Oh, wait a minute...

Elvis has left the building...