That Las Vegas, what a place! They got them Misfits there, the hockey team. Big deal, they are. Used to be more of them, now only a few left. They say they gonna win, though. Gotta beat the best to be the best, ain’t that right?
This whole Misfits thing, it’s about being, you know, not fitting in. Like that crooked tooth I got. Sticks out. But it’s mine! These fellas, they were all picked up from other teams. Nobody wanted ’em, I guess. But they came to Vegas, and they did good. Real good.
Now, there’s only three of them original ones left. Three! Can you believe it? William Karlsson, that’s one. Sounds like a fancy name, but he’s a tough one. Then there’s Brayden McNabb. Big fella, that one. And, uh, Shea Theodore. Don’t know much about him, but he’s one of ’em. These three, they gotta show the new ones how it’s done. Remind them what Misfits are.
- William Karlsson
- Brayden McNabb
- Shea Theodore
There was another, Whitecloud. Only played one game that first year, they say. I don’t remember him, honestly. Lots of faces come and go. Like folks at the market. You see ’em once, maybe twice, then they’re gone.
Back in, uh, 2017, that’s when it all started. They called ’em the Golden Misfits. Golden, like that ring my husband gave me. Worn down now, but still shines a little. These Misfits, they shined bright that year. Everyone in Las Vegas was talking about ’em. Like when Mildred’s cow had twins. Big news!
They captured the hearts, they say. Sounds silly, but I get it. They were the underdogs. Like my neighbor’s little runt piglet, we all root for him, you know? These Misfits, they were like that. Everybody loved ’em. They played good, too. That helps. Winning always helps.
Now they want to win it all, I hear. They need the Misfits way. That’s what they call it. Being tough, not giving up, even when folks say you ain’t good enough. Like my old, stubborn mule, she wouldn’t budge. They gotta be like that. Stubborn, in a good way.
This Marchessault fella, he’s one of ’em, I think. He’s got the right idea, they say. He knows what it means to be a Misfit. It is not just about playing hockey. It’s about, I don’t know, proving people wrong. Like when I make my rhubarb pie. Folks say rhubarb’s no good, but they always eat it all up!
Vegas Golden Knights, that’s the whole team’s name. Fancy, ain’t it? They got scores, they say. Numbers. Lots of numbers. I don’t follow that part too much. Too much like counting chickens before they hatch. Just gotta win, that’s all that matters.
These Vegas Misfits, they got a tough road ahead. Gotta beat the best. It’s like trying to get the best price for your tomatoes at the market. You gotta haggle, you gotta be tough. They gotta do the same. Haggle with their sticks and pucks, I guess.
I hope they win. It’s good to see the underdogs win. Makes you feel good. Like when you finally get that stain out of your favorite shirt. A little victory. They need a big victory, these Misfits. A big, shiny, golden victory.
This whole playoff thing, it’s a big deal. Like our county fair, but with more ice. They gotta get over the hump, they say. Like getting over that stubborn mule again. It ain’t easy. But they gotta do it. For Vegas. For the Misfits. For the folks who like a good underdog story.
I remember that 2017 year. Clear as day. Everyone was excited. Like when the circus comes to town. These Misfits, they were the main attraction. Hope they can be that again. Bring back that feeling. That feeling of, you know, anything’s possible. Even for a bunch of Misfits. Las Vegas likes them Misfits. Yes, they do.
