The literati sent out their minions to do their bidding. The Canadian media cannot tolerate threats from outsiders who might disrupt their comfortable world. The firefight started when the cowardly sensed weakness. They fired timidly at first, then the sheep not wanting to be dropped from the NHL's cocktail party invite list unloaded their entire clip, firing without taking aim their distortions and falsehoods. Now they are left exposed by their bylines and handles. But surely they had killed us off. This is the way it always worked. A lesser team could not have survived the first few minutes of the onslaught. But out of the billowing smoke and dust of tweets and trivia emerged the Thrashers, once again ready to lead those who won't be intimated by the hockey elite and are ready to take on the challenges southern hockey faces.
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