I hate locks. I hate padlocks, master locks, shelf locks, gizmo locks, who-dad locks, wrestling locks, and socialist locks.
The only kind of locks I don't hate are curly, golden locks. Thank Scotts-too-Harts and J-too-Carts tonight for a pair apiece. And thank Asham for a ridiculous fight near the end. There's just something I love about 3rd period violence. Something in the taste of fistfights I can't resist. A subtle magnetism about one man's meaty paw mashing another man square in the kisser. I can't explain what it is but something about ice hockey violence is just as good, if not wayyyy better than ice hockey victory.
And I fucking hate locks.