First To 10 Wins: What Does It Mean For The Rest Of The Season?

BREAKING NEWS !

Two longtime San Diego radio hosts are signing off the airwaves.

Dave Rickards and Cookie “Chainsaw” Randolph, co-hosts of the “DSC” morning radio show on 101.5 KGB, will be retiring this December, iHeartMedia San Diego announced Tuesday.

Rickards and Randolph began their San Diego team up in 1990, forming “The Dawn Patrol” on 101.5 KGB with other longtime co-host Shelly Dunn, who retired in

“It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes a group of people come together and create magic. That’s what happened 32 years ago when ‘DSC’ hit the airwaves on 101.5 KGB,” said a quote attributed to Shauna Moran, Program Director of 101.5 KGB.

Following in his fathers footsteps as a radio personality, Rickards said he knew it was time to retire.

“Not too long ago, Chainsaw and I looked at each other and we knew it was time. There was no regret, no sadness. When you’ve been supported by the greatest radio audience ever for over three decades, there’s no room for anything but profound gratitude,” Rickards said.

Randolph, who is popularly known by his nickname Chainsaw, started his radio career as a student at Fresno State, before being recruited by 101.5 KGB in 1986.

“Getting up and performing these past few decades for our wonderful KGB audience has been, by far, the greatest privilege of my career. It’s been a blast and I’m forever grateful,” Chainsaw said.

Rickards will continue to work with 101.5 KGB in an ambassador role and as a podcast host, iHeartMedia said in a news release.

Current “DSC” cast members Sarah Beebe(1) and Chris Boyer will continue as the hosts of the KGB Morning Show.

“Having been the alarm clock for this city for all these years has been an honor I could have never dared hope for,” Rickards said. “Knowing that Chris Boyer and Sarah Beebe will still be here is sure to provide a familiar wake up for our beloved audience.”

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The FIFTH LINE

It’s really quite simple at this pace 10 & 2 will equate to 65 wins and 17 losses which would give us 130 points and the Presidents trophy. Now how close we come to that is in the hands of Cassidy almighty.

The thud of Eddie’s body hitting the fender of the truck woke me up.

Where I sat, in the passenger seat of the cab, it was dark and cold. Outside, some kind of light gleamed down over Eddie and a man I’d never seen before, talking. Laughing. Big lacy flakes of snow fell around them, fluttering into and out of the glow like moths.

Whoever this guy was, he took Eddie in his arms and pushed their foreheads together, kissing him softly, and then bringing more passion to the party like he couldn’t help himself. Like he was starving and Eddie was a tree of perfectly ripe peaches and he just had to have some or die.

Eventually, he pinned Eddie against the truck and held his face between big knobby hands. He pressed steamy openmouthed kisses on Eddie’s lips.

Eddie. I’d spent a lot of years trying not to imagine what he looked like horny, but there he was, lit up like a neon sign because of another man. He looked damned good. Handsome and happy. Kind of fierce.

I wished he looked at me like that, or someone would, anyway. Someone not Eddie. Someone else, fierce and fine like Eddie, but not.

I’d lived with him, bunked with him, eaten and camped out, and gone drinking and chasing tail with him—or so I thought—and he never let on he was gay until just recently.

Now, Eddie’s naked hunger made whole my body tighten. He looked alive in a way I’d never seen him before, and damn. The sight of him like that made me think things I had no business thinking and want things I could never have.

But right then, whether I had any business thinking about Eddie didn’t stop me imagining I was on the receiving end of his kisses.

I must be drunker than I thought.

While I watched, Eddie and the stranger changed positions, and Eddie sank to his knees in the snow. He must have been digging into the stranger’s jeans in the shadows where I couldn’t see because seconds later, Eddie tilted his head, diving and pulling back, bobbing up and down, and leaving trails of saliva and steam on the man’s cock.

The stranger’s head tipped back on his shoulders and his hat fell off.

Seemed like a nice face. A lived-in face, the way it was frosted by light and pitted by shadow.

He hung there, mouth slack, blowing billows of fog toward the sky. He looked like a weathered graveyard angel getting serviced by my friend Eddie—a man I’d never known at all.

When the stranger’s climax came, I saw but didn’t hear his shout of joy. He clutched Eddie’s head to his groin, while Eddie worked himself, quaking with whole-body shudders in the shadows. It didn’t take long before he went still. Afterward he stood up, sagging into the stranger’s arms. They rocked against the truck where I sat, mesmerized by them.

Should I bet on this game?

Vegas can’t win every single game. Beat Washington and Ottawa without there best performances although they weren’t awful either.

Do they lose tonight because the law of averages says so or do they put in a better game than they played against Washington or Ottawa and easily dispatch of Montreal.

So you’re saying that history repeats the past, Ken? Get in the now and quit throwing out stats based on shit from the past. The teams that are on the ice now aren’t the teams that were playing 2-10 years ago.