FUCK

This is the second bromance I've had break up in seven months and I am NOT happy about it.

THEY WERE SO BEAUTIFUL.

I don't like you, Rick Nash. You can score 65 goals next season, be a pivotal member of a Stanley Cup-calibre team, but I will not like you.

And now I have to get a new sweater (or at least figure out what these letters are made of so I can stitch some new ones on my jersey myself because goddammit, I'm a cosplayer).

I'll post about yesterday's debacle of a Mets game later.