A friendship spawned from a mutual admiration for Scott Ferguson, a mutual hatred of Cory Cross and mutual suffering of a humiliating 1–0 defeat at the hands of Austria in NHL 2004 has led two suburban Edmontonians to bitch about sports (hopefully not always the Oilers and the Eskimos).
And then there’s the third member of our team, a jolly fellow who can audibly mimic a giraffe with the best of them and enjoys getting drunk at seedy bars near Rexall.
The fourth member is a Saskatchewan Roughriders fan. We don’t like to talk about him.
