Fuck you, Martin Brodeur.

I said it after the 2006 Games, I said it after the Switzerland game and I'm saying it again now. Martin Brodeur is old and busted when it comes to international stage. Coming into the Olympics cold (in Luongo's backyard no less), it's baffling that Canada still chose to ride with him. Enter the Luongo era for Canada.

I dedicate this next song to Martin Brodeur and Brian Rafalski, whose clandestine trysts I am exposing. That's right, bitches...the jig's up!