Cloutier Sucks.

Seriously. At what point does a fan just throw up their hands and walk away? I love to write. I love to blog. I love hockey. I love the Kings. But I feel like an idiot for spending time watching Cloutier help other teams' Goals For Average, when I could be transcribing the lyrics to the new Constantine Maroulis album. I'm trying to find a hobby that I can do while "watching" Kings games, that will distract me enough to not care when Cloutier lets in the first goal. In the first period. On the first shot. In the first minute.