By now, everyone has heard about the incident that occurred between Martin Brodeur and Sean Avery after the Rangers disposed of the Devils on Friday night. To those who live in a Mormon Statutory Rape Community or a place with similar internet access, Brodeur refused to shake Avery’s hand after the game, as is the tradition when a series in the NHL comes to an end.

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Ohhh, snap! You really got him on that one, Marty. You flipped him like a cheese omelette and left Avery sizzling. Total burn.

The whole Avery-Brodeur catfight was made out by the national media to be the ultimate NHL Soap Opera. Really though, there aren’t any better stories out there? How about the San Jose/Calgary series? Too West Coast? Too enticing to pyromaniacs and fishfuckers?

So many questions. Who’s playing who? What are the stakes? Where am I? You’re still holding on to my pants, right? Did Ross and Rachel ever get together?  I don’t know – I don’t watch TBS.

How about the Boston/Montreal series? Too ethnic? Just to be sure, Canadiens are the people that sit next to you on the bus that smell like ginger and body odor, right? If that’s the case, then yeah, that’s why.

Be that as it may, MYFO Undercover has dug deep and worked its contacts and we have uncovered through covert operations and a dose of guerrilla blogging a top secret transmission between Avery and Brodeur. This is some classified shit, people.

Alright, here we go. After the ugliness of Brodeur shitting on a time-honored NHL tradition (or was it Avery that refused?) Who did what? 

Most importantly, could they bury the hatchet?

Fortunately, the two chose to break bread and deal with all the ugliness. They met personally in Central Park for a sit down*.

* click on the “play move” icon, if you click through to enjoy Weed’s cartoon. Or don’t.

I can’t believe how accurately you can portray Brodeur’s bitch tits. The wonders of the intertubes.