Three's Company

Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain
Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain…

Three stars from last night’s mighty troika o’ victories that seriously challenged the Colorado sports fans’ remote:

1-Peter Forsberg- If we were back in elementary school, this would prompt calls of “no, duhhhh” from the masses (seriously, use that term at you office or job today; “Jenkins, we need those TPS reports by 3pm!” You: “Well, no duhhhhh.”) Peter the Great did what he does best, assisted on a goal, and just got ill on a breakaway goal that essentially won the game and clinched a playoff spot. Most importantly, Peter was out there being his typical “asshole on the ice” self, disrupting the opposition’s game and being a gerneal pest.

2-Kip Wells- The Rockies’ starter was nearly flawless in the mulligan opener versus the Redbirds, offering a steady diet of fastballs that nary allowed a runner past second base. Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap Tulo! was the only offense for the Rox in a 2-1 win. Wells’ will be well (say that five times fast) suited for more spot starts and will most likely fill in when another starter goes down with injury.

3-Mayor John Hickenlooper- That dorky white dude with the Cosby sweater sitting underneath the hoop at the Pepsi Center? That’s the mayor of Our Town; his 1988 Coogi Sweater he was sporting must’ve given the Suns some sort of toxic vertigo as they missed their last handful of shots. The Nuggets nearly succumbed to the same plot as Monday night, but Anthony Carter’s stellar defense and Marcus Camby’s clutch shooting helped ths Nugs climb back into #8 and end our April Fools’ experiment.