Stark Towerlet, Tuesday Night
Apr. 21st, 2026 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifwebeworthyDon had an evening in which he neither needed to A) be Thor or B) perform life-saving surgery, and he had some, uh, restlessness that he needed to channel into something, so he was catching up on hockey, based on his vague awareness that the playoffs had just started and an even vaguer hope that secondhand aggression would be a good substitute for, y'know. Apparently there were more teams now! And apparently the New York area teams had completely disgraced themselves this year. He was trying not to think about that too much. His disappointed face wasn't as good as Steve's; it wasn't going to singlehandedly whip the Islanders into shape.
After five minutes of awareness of their existence, he already hated the Utah Mammoth. "You can't rip off the Rangers! You're not the Rangers! You're--" Wait, were they one of the new ones? Oh, no, they were worse than two minutes old. "You're the reskinned corpse of the Phoenix Coyotes! Your mascot is a woolly mammoth and you couldn't come up with a logo cool enough for your jerseys, you just had to go with 'Utah'? C'mon!"
Later, he would spend several minutes trying to figure out why there was a 'B' on the Canes' jerseys.
(Open to them what live in the tower, if they so wish!)
After five minutes of awareness of their existence, he already hated the Utah Mammoth. "You can't rip off the Rangers! You're not the Rangers! You're--" Wait, were they one of the new ones? Oh, no, they were worse than two minutes old. "You're the reskinned corpse of the Phoenix Coyotes! Your mascot is a woolly mammoth and you couldn't come up with a logo cool enough for your jerseys, you just had to go with 'Utah'? C'mon!"
Later, he would spend several minutes trying to figure out why there was a 'B' on the Canes' jerseys.
(Open to them what live in the tower, if they so wish!)
