It’s days – or Conference Finals – like this when I wish the Blackhawks were my favorite team. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Winning makes me cuter.
I like the Hawks a lot, and they bailed me out of some frustrated west coast years when I couldn’t watch Eastern Conference teams. But it’s not the same, cheering for someone you like when someone you love is out of the running.
Glorious, I’m sure.
That said, I do enjoy watching hockey when it isn’t trying to kill me. Yesterday I took three (3!) separate cat naps during the Hawks/Kings game and I still didn’t miss a single goal. This may be my superpower. Or my dream life, where I am a princess who gets to watch hockey all day without performing peasant tasks like standing up or walking around. That’s so basic.
Perhaps I could get a butler – anyone know a few unemployed guys?
Could you repeat the job description?
[Insert creeper photo of Crosby sleeping on a plane yesterday that I can’t bring myself to post, but I certainly will point at –> HERE. I hope he made it to Nova Scotia in time to see @alisonsykora. Also note, I was not the only one sleeping during the game.]
The Blackhawks won 3-1. Jonathan Toews is a marvel of modern leadership and ability. I get so in awe of him that I picture Crosby climbing the telephone pole outside to cut my cable wires. After his nap.
Hossa and Saad each had two points. It certainly wasn’t a one-sided game though: the Kings outshot the Hawks and 6 of their 26 came from Jeff Carter. It’s shaping up to be a great series and better rematch of last year’s WCF, which Chicago took 4-1. After all, this time they’re playing for pizza.
Full funny Twitter exchange here.
Meanwhile, Saturday on the east coast, the Rangers beat the Habs 7-2. Rick Nash finally scored (NYR goal #7, totally clutch). The Rangers’ power play that went o-for-350 in the first two rounds (okay, 0-for-32-ish) had three PPG. I don’t know how this happened and I don’t care, but I hope it never happens again. Chuck enjoyed herself though. Game two is tomorrow night – I will try to stay awake.
NHL.com has 236 photos of this game. I’d rather watch 236 hours of the surgery channel. Luckily in photo #1, this woman’s face:
Put on your war paint.
In non-hockey related news, the Rangers and some of the Tampa Bay Lightning attended Martin St. Louis’ mother’s funeral yesterday [link]. Such a sad story, it’s heartening to see so much support from his friends and teammates. Not the photogs though, the idea of paparazzi at a funeral is gross.
Tags: Chicago Blackhawks, Los Angeles Kings, Montreal Canadiens, New York Rangers
I just don’t know if I can get emotionally invested again. I mean, the adorable Habs are doomed if Price is hurt, the Blackhawks feels like bandwagon-jumping and I absolutely can’t stand LA or NY.
I guess I’ll just get my hockey fix by watching old games and lurking on Tumblr hoping for new Paul Martin holding a baby and/or having a mustache pics. I like what he did when he shaved off the playoff beard: http://instagram.com/p/oHiZGOgoGJ/
I am kind of digging Paulie’s stache! It takes a special kind of guy to pull that off. The glasses and sweater combo definitely help matters.
The English professor vibe counteracts the potential porn-stache creepiness. I give him credit for realizing that grey is his best neutral. As a fellow very fair skinned blonde, I only realized it last year when a friend told me I look dead in black and overly beige in beige 🙂
Another very fair skinned blonde here! Yes, beige is an awful color for me. Black clothing is very, very tough to give up though. :/
Paulie definitely has a professorial vibe–there’s a picture floating around of him in a grey collared sweater that’s also a great, English professor look for him.
I’m so happy to know that there’s someone other than me stalking the Paul Martin tumblr tag.
This weekend definitely made me realize that although I like the Blackhawks (darn you Jonathan Toews for being such a great, clutch captain! And little P Kane for being so charming!), they’re not reeeaaaally my team. I’m only mildly interested, as an outsider. In general, I’m feeling rather uninspired–as made obvious by this uninspired comment. Blaaah.
I think Brandon Bollig just became my favorite player ever!
http://youtu.be/X3B8v_ZHA10 Who doesn’t love a guy who can laugh at himself?