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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

Dearest Mother, Toronto arrives this eve, & MacKinnon has been speaking in tongues whilst burying maple leafs beneath the artillery. Landy foams at the mouth, demanding the Canadian monarchy. I fear atrocities most unbefitting civilized men. Send whiskey. Yours in sanctified lunacy, Brock

AI generated photo of Colorado Avalanche center Brock Nelson as a Civil War Union general.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Dearest Mother, We have administered unto Calgary a most unholy drubbing, 7-3, and its resistance hath crumbled like a Union biscuit in the rain. The lads are drunk on victory and quite possibly lamp oil. I fear that we shall grow entirely too powerful. Send socks. Yours in glorious lunacy, Brock

An AI generated image of Colorado Avalanche center Brock Nelson as a Civil War Union general.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Dearest Mother, The Winnipeg fiends struck us late, yet we remain unbowed. Tonight we march upon Calgary with vengeance in our hearts & zero evidence of sound judgment. If the Flames seek mercy, they shall find only our deranged pursuit of redemption. Yours in reckless righteousness, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Dearest Mother, The fresh campaign takes us north toward Winnipeg, where bitter rivals gather beneath a dark and suspicious sky. I have sharpened my stick and consumed an alarming quantity of soup. The hour approaches. May the Jets know unbound terror. Yours in humble depravity, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Dearest Mother, We did a MOST UNHOLY THING to the Blues. We hung 6 goals upon J. Binnington like Christmas stockings & sent the remaining St. Louis regiment screaming back to Missouri. I myself am covered in victory, gravy, & what I believe is one of their horses. Yours in sixfold victory, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Dearest Mother, A bitter rival comes tonight, & the lads can scarcely contain themselves. The cannons await. The Blues will fight bravely, but when the battle turns against them, Binnington shall fill his diaper & flee for the river. I have seen this vision. Yours in grim anticipation, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Dearest Mother, The Kings have been flogged 8–4. I scored once, the first of the campaign, and assisted twice, though I fear MacKinnon has become completely ungovernable and entered hand-to-hand combat. Eight goals, Mother. EIGHT. Please send socks. The war is glorious. Your devoted son, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Dearest Mother, The first battle awaits after a long & agonizing recess. Months have passed since we last tasted blood upon the frozen field. Tonight, the Kings approach our fortress, & we shall answer w/righteous fury. The war begins anew. Let history tremble. Yours in righteous delirium, Brock

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Here we go again with the Broncos. What a fucking win.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

Someone really needs to stage an intervention. Not so much for him but for us.

Meme that says ever read something so stupid it gave you Forest Whitaker eye.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

Happy Back to the Future release day. It was 41 years ago today.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

This is perfect. As seen on the BTTF subreddit …

A meme from the Back to the Future subreddit shows Michael J Fox as Marty McFly. The meme says people from the ‘80s: I bet they have flying cars in 40 years. Then it says … Meanwhile in 2026: Open box before eating pizza.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

Dearest Mother, We failed to seize the Stanley Cup, yet word came: Vegas has fallen & their golden kingdom lies in ruin. I laughed through camp like a madman. If we could not deliver judgment, Providence sent another regiment. This is divine correction. Yours in ecstatic vindication, Brock Nelson

Colorado Avalanche center Brock Nelson in a Civil War General meme.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

On this date in 1990, Back to the Future III was released. Love all three movies.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Dearest Brock, I am told you led 3–0 and somehow transformed victory into a public execution. The regiment now trails 3–0 in the war, and I fear you have been hexed by swamp witches or cursed by Heaven itself. Return my son at once; this shambling specter cannot hold a rifle. Your appalled Mother

An AI-generated photo of a Civil War mother.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 21/05/2026

Dearest Brock, Word reaches me that Vegas seized Game 1, 4–2, and I find myself humiliated before God and country. You wander the battlefield like a sleepwalker while the gilded fools plunder your fortress. Sharpen yourself, boy, lest this crusade become a funeral march. Your disgusted Mother

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

Dearest Mother, Tomorrow the gilded knights ride into our fortress, & the regiment has gone rabid. Men pace the halls muttering to unseen gods, sharpening steel, & grinning at nothing. Vegas comes draped in gold, unaware the slaughterhouse doors creak open. Yours in holy derangement, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

Dearest Mother, Now the crusade turns toward Vegas, where gilded knights prance beneath false banners & desert lights. Let them polish their armor & trumpet their boasts. The regiment comes as plague & fire, & we shall beat their golden kingdom into ash. Yours in rabid crusade, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

As seen on the Avs subreddit. Suck it Wild!

A meme of the Colorado Avalanche celebrating the OT game-winning and series-clinching goal over the Minnesota Wild. It has the words “It says that we’re a better team than them.” It’s a troll of Wild goalie Jesper Wallstedt who said the quote earlier in the season when the Wild luckily beat Colorado.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

Dearest Mother, We trailed 3–0 & the grave opened beneath our skates, yet the regiment rose foaming & feral from the ice. In the extra hour we carved the mortal wound, 4–3, & sent Minnesota screaming into utter oblivion. Five games, & the wall collapsed. Yours in unholy resurrection, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

Holy fucking shit! One of the best wins in franchise history. Eight down. #GoAvsGo

A graphic showing the 2026 Stanley Cup Playoffs for the Colorado Avalanche and having four wins over the LA Kings and four wins over the Minnesota Wild. The Avs now have e eight wins and advance to the Western Conference Finals.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 12/05/2026

Dearest Mother, Your cursed letter hung above my bunk before battle. We answered with a 5–2 slaughter of Minnesota. I buried an empty-net dagger while our bloodied commander, face hit by stray fire, grinned through the carnage. The regiment’s abandoned sanity. Yours in holy delirium, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 12/05/2026

Just saw that Craig Morton died on Saturday. He was integral to the Broncos getting their first playoff win and Super Bowl appearance. That 1977 season finally put the Broncos on the map. RIP

Denver Broncos Ring of Fame QB Craig Morton died on Saturday. Morton was integral in the franchise getting its first playoff win and Super Bowl appearance.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

Dearest Brock, On this Mother’s Day you repay me with a 5–1 bloodletting at the hands of Minnesota. I raised a soldier, not a wandering ghost swallowed by frost & disgrace. The enemy danced through your lines while I sat clutching my rosary & cursing the heavens. Avenge me. Your wrathful Mother

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

Dearest Mother, We bludgeoned Minnesota 5–2 and left its ranks twitching in the frost. I fed the guns once and also crushed a man with a blow that echoed like thunder. The regiment roared, the ice drank deep, and this crusade grows ever more unholy. Yours in feral exaltation, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

Dearest Mother, We drowned Minnesota in a 9–6 delirium. It was an orgy of cannon fire & screaming numbers. The ice convulsed, reality tore, & we howled as the sky fell in goals. This is no series. It is sanctioned madness, a crusade of beautiful ruin. Yours in rapturous annihilation, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

Dearest Mother, A strange quiet falls over the regiment. The guns rest, the ice lies still, but it is no peace. Minnesota comes in the morrow, slouching toward fate, and we wait, starving. The regiment festers in silence, dreaming of the coming ruin. Yours in fevered anticipation, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

On this date 1983, John Elway was traded to the Denver Broncos. Sixteen years later to the date, John Elway retired from the NFL. Happy John Elway Day! 🐐

A photo of NFL Hall of Fame QB John Elway was a rookie in 1983 and then his retirement from the NFL in 1999. Both the trade to the Broncos from the Baltimore Colts and his retirement happened on the same day, May 2.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We annihilated Los Angeles 5–1 and swept its broken kingdom into the sea. The Kings forthwith are no more, only ash, splinters, and excuses. Now we wait in bloodstained patience for Minnesota or Dallas to crawl forth and meet the blade. Yours in crusading delirium, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 24/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We smote LA 4–2 & wrapped a 3–0 iron chain ‘round its throat. I delivered the final sacrament myself, an empty-net dagger thrust into its vacant chest as its realm expired. The Kings now stagger at the cliff’s edge, hearing only the shovel. Yours in joyless execution, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 22/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We struck Los Angeles again, 2–1 in the extra hour, and left its crown in the mud. Our captain drew the first blood, then a fresh brother drove in the dagger. The series now stands 2–0, and the Kings stagger like drunks to the gallows. Yours in royal ruin, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We beat Los Angeles 2–1 and sent its bum style crawling in shame. The players came dressed as kings yet fought like beggars. I took no glory, only watched our fortress feast upon them. One battle claimed; let the next bring louder ruin. Yours in playoff madness, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

When you have to coach against Jokic, Murray, AG, and the Nuggets and then whine like this because you know you’re out of your element.

Minnesota Timberwolves head coach Chris Finch whines and pouts like a toddler since he has to coach against Nikola Jokic and the Nuggets.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

Dearest Mother, Seattle was smothered into silence, its guns drowned beneath a merciless zero. I claimed no glory, only stalked the shadows as the deed was done. Now LA comes to our fortress for the first two bloodlettings, where a new war awaits. Yours in gathering madness, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 15/04/2026

Dearest Mother, They loosed me from battle, yet Calgary still fell 3–1 beneath our wrath. Two late strikes split the night — one crowning a brother with 100 points, a number carved in holy fire. I watched from afar as the regiment finished the slaughter. Yours in absent fury, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 14/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We strangled Edmonton 2–1 in a shootout and ripped the spoils from their trembling hands. I wandered the ice in my 1,000th campaign, a specter unseen, unpraised. No glory, only the cold joy of watching their hope collapse at the final shot. Yours in hollow triumph, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

Dearest Mother, Vegas nicked us 3–2 in the extra hour, but it was a battle of no consequence. I fed the guns once, then watched chaos hit our bench, as our commander was struck by stray enemy fire. He lives scarred, unbroken. The regiment snarls and waits. Yours in simmering madness, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

Dearest Mother, Calgary was cast aside 3–1, though I moved as a ghost. No glory, only shadow work. Yet, get this, we have seized the Presidents’ Trophy; the league bends the knee & all roads lead through our fortress. The regiment is ascendant … & ravenous. Yours in imperial madness, Brock Nelson

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 10/04/2026

The Avs lock up the Presidents’ Trophy. This is only the start of what this special team will accomplish this season. #GoAvsGo

A graphic showing the 2025-26 Colorado Avalanche as the Presidents’ Trophy winners in the NHL.

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Ian St. Clair @ianstclair.bsky.social · 08/04/2026

Dearest Mother, We fell upon St. Louis in a frenzy & tore the Blues asunder. I fed the guns once, an assist, & my line became a rabid engine of ruin, gnashing & unrelenting. The Central is ours, the West bows in terror, & still the regiment howls for more. Yours in savage ascension, Brock Nelson

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