Happy 28th Birthday to the one…the only…the Boston legend himself, Patrice Bergeron.
Even if you don’t like the Bruins , you love Patrice. Even Pants loves Patrice.
I mean, just look at him.
The way he plays.
The way he carries himself.
His face.
There is a reason I call him ‘Perfect Patrice’.
My favorite. Love him. Thanks for this post 🙂
As a New Yorker, every fiber of my being fights loving something from Boston, but my love for Patrice Bergeron burns hotter than one thousand suns. I think I might actually stroke out if I were ever to find myself in his presence. Damn you, Bruins.
Do you call the game with the bear Strawberries or Hot Potato? Gonna call it Hot Patrice from this moment on. No one will know what I’m talking about but it will bring a satisfied smile to my face.
Sorry kids, somehow managed to miss this, seeing as I’ve been buying a house and otherwise working like a maniac. Plus our comedy festival is now on and all my cool comedian/actor friends are in town. Well, if there’s no hockey, I have to amuse myself somehow.
Wait, where was I?
Aah, yes. That people don’t know he’s perfect amazes me. I’m dumbfounded. No, really.
I mean the man can even do Blue Steel a la Zoolander. And even makes a Mexican bandit moustache look incredible.
Word.
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