Pittsburgh hockey announcer Mike Lange lost his job yesterday. Mike Lange is a Pittsburgh icon. He stuck with the Penguins back when they were in the cellar of the NHL, he was there for the Stanley Cup years, and right on through the post-Cup years. He used “colorfull” phrases, some of which he originated. “Scratch my back with a hacksaw!” “He’s throwing out checks like it’s the first of the month!” “Buy Sam a drink and get his dog one too!” “He hasn’t scored since the eighth-grade picnic.” Those are just of few Langeisms.
Wiki is right up-to-date on the situation:
I have been friends with Mr Lange for a while. We both enjoy listening to music, especially blues/rock. Last night he was at Moondogs (http://www.moondogs.us/index.asp) to see Walter Trout. Great show, BTW. Mike, the class act that he is, heard about my gf celebrating a job promotion. On a night when everyone in Pittsburgh was wanting to buy Mike a drink, he bought us a few rounds.
Fuck you Pittsburgh Penguins. Fuck you Mario Lemeeew. You fuckin hoser. I hope you choke on poutaine mother fucker. I hope your sister gives you crabs.
I usually go to a few hockey games every season. No more. Never again.
Thank you for listening. Long live Mike Lange.