Friends, it seems that this writer made an unfortunate mistake in a previous entry. I quickly assumed that our star left wing Sean Avery was guilty of partaking in the services of a Manhattan prostitute without seeing any actual evidence. However, according to an article in Newsday, the hooker in question said she never bumped uglies with #16.
So, Sean, this is my public apology to you. I know that I may have used this unfortunate situation to jumpstart my newborn blog and to get a good laugh, but I still really respect you. Your loud mouth is really getting on the nerves of your opponents, and I'm sure Marc-Andre Fleury is worried that tomorrow one of your wristshots might actually come within three feet of the net.
This whole situation has made left me feeling terrible, like Kent Brockman did after preemptively proclaiming his allegiance to our new insect overlords in Deep Space Homer.
Of course, something like this won't go unnoticed in opposing arenas around the league. While I'm sure that some classless fans across the Hudson will jeer at Avery for this mini-scandal, we can just remember that while Sean is doing it with Elisha Cuthbert and one of those Olsen twins (hopefully the non-anorexic one), a certain French Canadian goalie is doing it with his sister-in-law.
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