Gator and I do an All-Star draft at her birthday party. And never mix up our beers. Then someone plays Hangin’ Tough.
iCarly, Sid, Mikey, Stammer and Brooksy. Toews was next, really.
I know Chuck is having a moment with the Bruins right now, and I’m thrilled for her. Because two years ago today, there was this:
It was a Friday. I sent my office home early, gingerly arranged the bunny ears on the conference room TV and proceeded to spend three hours alone and freaking out. At one point I was laying on the conference table kicking my feet like a five year old in a tantrum. Everyone on the floors above and below must have been wondering, who the crap is Max Talbot?
I started crying long before it was over, but when it ended I was glad to be alone because not everybody gets it. But you guys do. So I hope that some year, your team wins. Well no – really I hope the Pens win every year. But if not my team then I hope it’s yours.
I can be open-minded and empathetic – while I am rooting for Vancouver, I’m not blind that for Chuck and Cassy and some of our other loyal readers, this is a, uh, how shall a put this, more passionate endeavor.
For me, I love the Stanley Cup Play-Offs right now because we are getting to see a rare sight. Two pretty even matched teams which makes it come down to a coaching mastermind of match-ups. Which is why home-ice advantage is key. As a hockey-lover, this is truly one of the most beautiful Stanley Cup play-offs because I’m not emotionally involved so I can actually watch from a more technical view-point; to appreciate the amazing coaching on each side and how they match each line and each skilled player, shift for shift when it REALLY matters.
So Boston fans, I wish the last game was just a bad dream and I hope Monday goes much better.
OK – not this one – but it makes me laugh because it’s true.
These Canadian Tire charity ads make me cry whenever I see them watching the CBC and now there is a new round. In 2006, the ASCPA did a groundbreaking PSA with Sarah McLaughlin (cool Canadian to boot) using her song “Angle” which in they aired a 2 minute infomercial which has since brought in an astounding $30 million in donations. It established a new format for non-profits in how they would go about in reaching their audiences. I am no longer allowed to watch Animal Planet for similar reasons and I couldn’t make it through said ad.
But the below ones are worse than Hallmark cards or the old Ma Bell ads about calling your mom. I don’t have kids but I would empty my wallet to help a kid play hockey. We don’t run PSA’s like this in the US, which is too bad. Who ever makes these is a sheer genius. Keep it up. I hope they get tons of donations and a plethora of kids are getting a chance to at least try to play hockey! They get me every time even though I know how they end.
excuse me, i have a few things i need fixed around my house.
So I couldn't resist. It's the man of the hour with the game winning goal – the only goal for that matter – in game five of the Stanley Cup Finals for Vancouver!
Maxim Lapierre! and Ooh lalalala Sisters! He’s not shy about taking his shirt off – thank god and he’s quite the tasty treat. It’s his second play off goal this year.
doctor, doctor, give me the news, i gotta a base case of loving you
He was drafted 61st over all in the 2003 NHL draft to the Montreal Canadiens and then traded to the Anahiem Ducks who then traded him to Vancouver before the trade deadline all in a couple of months. Their loss!
any man that can rock pink shorts and look this good - is FOXY
so long bitches in montreal!
He was born on March 29, 1985 so that makes him an Aries, watch out – Fire boy/God of War – Pwoar!
i hear that being foxy friday helps you win games - really? awesome!
Winner winner chicken dinner!
she's precocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
Obviously my mind works like a Jackson Pollack painting. Throw shit on a canvas and see what sticks or I’ll tell you what you should be seeing. Sometimes it really just is the proverbial polar bear in a snow storm.
knock knock, who's there? scary stare.
Actually, one of these scary stares I thought figured how to make his way into the Stanley Cup final this year by genetically engineering his doppelganger and wearing brown contact lens. But you make the call. Never in a million years did I think I would ever see this look again until he took out a couple players and scored a game winning goal. Then I began to suspect something was rotten in well, if I told you then I’d have to kill you!
knock, knock. who's there? candy man. candy man who?
you lookin' at me? cause i'm lookin' at a couple of things ...
not your bummer summer!
After the NHL awards, we have try outs. I have you two booked on the East-coast for the Caps as Red Rockers and MelTing and I are booked for the West-coast try outs with the LA Kings Ice Crew. Yes, I know. Not very imaginative names for LA. I was thinking we should be Ice Damsels or Ice Wenches, even Ice-Cicles or Ice-Queens would be better than Ice Crew.
ice ice baby, maybe dd will give me lessons since i can't skate
Not sure how I feel about Red Rockers though too. Sort gives me images of Grannies knitting geometrically challenged 70’s colored couch covers on porches. I think you guys should be the Red Rockets or the Hot Pants Patriots. Obviously some pencil pusher without an ounce of creativity came up with these names!
let's hear it for the hot pants patriots! oh yeah!
So you can’t say that we don’t have ANYTHING to do this summer. I’ve got some skating lessons with DDTBG to line up, to strap on some, ah skates I guess, and IN-N-OUT exercises that don’t actually involve eating … oh, well, um. hummmm. Let me think on that. 😉
God Love The Hockey News! It is so much better than Sports Castrated. THN has the best cartoons and really, isn’t that why we read things anyway? The pictures? Words just get in the way.
Anyway, to even things out here since it’s been all Boston and Bears, I give you the best cartoon EVER that doesn’t involve Sidney Crosby. GO CANUCKS! BRING THAT CUP HOME TO CANADA! IT’S BEEN 18 LONG YEARS!
Pants mentioned small hands the other day and it reminded me of this brilliant SNL skit from a few years ago. Enjoy!
http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ
Also, I ran across this photo of Ovi and the girl hitching a ride looks like Chuck! Excuse me Chuck but that is MY MAN! I think you protest too much!
I knew it ... you love him too!
And simply because I used to wear this shirt like, OK, 20 years ago I couldn’t resist posting. Sometimes Peter Pan can’t grow up.
do they or do they not look like they got caught being naughty?
Um and if Sasha Fierce is 6’2″ – I’m a successful high fashion model with 36-24-36 measurements, weight 120 lbs, am 5’10 (actually am) and a real blonde with a real rack. But nice tan and Russian flo-bee; big hands too. 😉
And lastly, guess this adorable tot who grew into an AWESOME NHL player! And I’m not tagging the photo. Just try and guess for fun and since it’s me, it should be easy.
favorite player was Wayne Gretzy - that's the only hint you get and no googling.
Last night, I had the time of my life.
Just like Baby in “Dirty Dancing.” Except instead of Johnny Castle, I had Tim Thomas.
Thanks to a one very awesome friend, I was at Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals at TD Garden.
Bruins shutout the Canucks, 4-0 to even the series 2-2. Series returns to Vancouver for Game 5 on Friday.
Attending the Stanley Cup Finals is a dream for any hockey fan, including me. It was very high on my bucket list, right up there with seeing the pyramids and making out with Ben Affleck.
But I never thought that it would ACTUALLY happen.
That was until last night.
So how did I get there? How did I come to check this off my bucket list? And what did it feel like when I did?
See below...
[ It’s sort long but bear with me. Get it? Bear. 🙂 ]
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I have a friend from high school. His name is Smitty. It’s really Kevin, but pretty sure that his mom and his wife are the only ones who call him Kevin (but of that I can’t really be sure). Smitty is a high school teacher and hockey coach and like me, a life long Bruin fan, and fan of the sport in general.
The man had a Stanley Cup groom’s cake at his wedding. Clearly, this man is our hero.
Through sickness, health, and hockey season...
Smitty emails me Monday morning.
Cue me, freaking out.
I message him back immediately.
My response reads something like: “COUNT ME IN! Holy #@%*. I love you! How much are the tickets? Oh really? That much? Whatever. That’s cool. I’ll just eat ramen for a month.”
I get all light-headed. Have to sit down. *deep breath*
Wednesdays are grad school days for me, but fortunately my professor is a sports psychologist and hockey fan, so he was very understanding when I told him I had to leave early because I was going to Game 4.
As I make my way down Canal Street to the Garden, I am engulfed in a sea of black and gold…with bit of white and blue mixed in.
Brave orcas.
The closer I get to the Garden, the more my heart starts to flutter.
I’m really here.
This is really happening.
Before heading to our seats (in Club Section 145, no less), quick stop is made at the Bruins Pro Shop. One must mark this occasion with SCF accoutrements, including a t-shirt and banner.
Now, my office looks even better.
Finally we make to our seats and the significance of the moment finally hits me.
I made it. I’m at the Stanley Cup Finals.
Stanley Cup Finals. I went to there.
The Stanley Cup Finals are a special sporting event, but it takes on a whole new meaning and significance when your team are the ones playing for it.
From warm-ups to the announcement of the Three Stars, the atmosphere in the Garden was super-charged, like a summer thunderstorm.
Every single person in that arena was sending out the most positive beautiful energy that it is hard to believe how the players couldn’t feel it seeping through the walls into the locker room.
Every time Nathan Horton’s name was mentioned or they showed a fan wearing his jersey, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. In only his first season as a Bruin, NH18 has made his mark as a fan favorite and the outpouring of love from the Black and Gold faithful has to help speed up his recover.
Bruins legend Bobby Orr (#4) was the honorary flag bearer for the start of the game. Fittingly, he waved Horton’s flag, as a salute to the injured Bruins forward.
Genius move, Bruins. Way to lift the crowd to an whole other level of controlled frenzy.
(Sidenote: Bobby Orr is like 65, but he is still WAY hot.)
Silver Fox.
Do it for Horty.
The game itself was everything that one could hope for in a SCF game…unless you are a Canucks fan. The Green Men were very sad.
The Bruins were dominant, controlled, quick to the puck.
Their penalty kill continues to shine (21 for 22 in this series).
Bruins D-fence remains dominant in shutting down Vancouver’s offensive threats. I think it is because of Adam McQuaid’s mullet. That thing is glorious and magical.
Tim Thomas’s Vezina stock continues to rise with every acrobatic, heart-stopping save that he makes. The man is a beast, albeit a fluffy, smiley beast. I just want to hug him so tight.
"Hey there! What's up? Nothing too much here. Just playing goal like I'm out of my gourd."
They showed Marc Savard on the jumbotron. The place went nuts. Please come back soon. I miss you.
They showed Rachel McAdams on the jumbotron. A lot. Couldn’t tell if she was rooting for the Bruins or the Canucks, but she looked like she was having fun, so that’s cool.
Going to a Stanley Cup Finals game is a once in a lifetime experience but to be able to experience it with your hometown team, on home ice, is something entirely transcendental.
It leaves you with a feeling of elation. Of glee. Of passion. Of adoration. Of worship.
And most of all, of pride.
The Canucks want us to hate them. I mean Kesler keeps trying to be cute, but the other guys are biting and concussing and all kinds of crap. Today, the final straw:
from @vancanucks
Get ’em, Bs. Do it for Chuck. She’ll be the one in the Seguin jersey tied to a seat in the club level.
Apparently there’s an episode of The Office where Kelly yells, “Fashion show at work! Fashion show at work!” The WUYS girls are all over that.
I’m excited for the NHL Awards, but frankly I can’t be bothered with what to wear. I’m just not that into fashion. And no, Pants, I am not calling Mike Green for advice. Instead, I decided to ask my prom dates (all 10,000 of them) in Seventeen Magazine. So this is your chance to weigh in on my outfit: Vote here.
I wore each suit to the WUYS offices last week, and Chuck asked if I was trying to get a raise. I reminded her I work for free. She said in that case, could I please take my nice suit to Dunkin’ Donuts while everything’s still fresh? But she always buys me Munchkins.
Vote soon! The suit you pick I will also wear to Pants’ wedding next weekend. She’s asked me to be the ring bearer, and promised to look the other way if I drink out of a red SOLO cup. But I have to dance to Bieber with her. Anything to make her shut up about Logan Couture.
The Boston Bruins came into Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals last night needed a win to avoid going down 3-0 to the Vancouver Canucks.
Well, they got that win…and then some.
They mauled the Canucks with their big, sharp claws.
Bear’s Victory Dance is well deserved.
Bruins play best when they are infuriated. Aaron Rome gave them plenty to be P.O’d about after his late, blind side hit on Nathan Horton. Horton lay on the ice, motionless, his right arm frozen as if he was still clutching the stick. His eyes were fluttering as if he was having a petite mal seizure. Terrifying to watch. I don’t think that there was a single hockey fan, Bruin or Canuck alike, who wasn’t praying and hoping that NH18 would be okay. Horton was transported to the hospital strapped to a stretcher. Rome was tossed. Bruins got a 5 minute PP. Although they failed to capitalize on the man advantage, it seemed to ignite a fire within the belly of the bear. Players said that during the 1st intermission, the Bruins rallied around their injured teammate and vowed “to win one for Horty.”
The Killer Bs came out of locker room, impassioned and determined to avenge their comrade-in-ice. 11 seconds into the 2nd, Andrew Ference (the original Green man) put the Black and Gold on the board with a slapshot from the point…
And the Bruins never looked back.
They poured it and managed to solve the goaltending puzzle that is Roberto Luongo. Apparently, the key is to go high and go glove side. Bruins beat him 3 times on the glove side and the other goals (with the exception of Kesler’s own goal) were up around Luongo’s ears.
Apparently, the Bruins can’t score on the PP but they can shorthanded. 2 SHG. They keep producing like that, we’ll gladly welcome those penalties!
Bruins had 7 different goal scores which shows the depth of the team’s forwards and their skill with the puck. Marchand’s goal was highlight reel material and the little Motoscooter’s post goal celebration rivals the joyful exuberance of Dawn’s future 2nd husband, Alex Ovechkin.
They are way too happy to pay any attention to the moron flashing them...
Tim Thomas frustrated the Canucks with his in-cre-ab-leh saves and feats of flexibility. He even managed to lay a hit on Henrik Sedin that would make Bill Belichick proud.
Protecting the house.
If this guy doesn’t win the Vezina, than every GM in the NHL needs to have his head examined. Sure, we might me a *bit* bias, but seriously. Have you been watching him play? Tim Thomas = Beast of the East.
The Bruins D shut down the SedinBots, Kesler, Burrowes, et al with authority. Getting Shawn Thornton into the lineup was a stellar move by Coach Claude. It’s was like waking the bear from hibernation. Who was grumpy. And hungry. We’re all Seguinistas here but in this situation, it was best to sit the kid and go with the heart, toughness, and SCF experience that ST22 brings to the team. Plus he talks trash like nobody’s business. Constantly yapping away, that one.
I could go on and on about all the things that the Bruins did right and all the things that the Canucks did wrong, but frankly I’m just mentally exhausted. Energy must be conserved since I’ll be in the stands for Game 4.
I’ll try to tweet but I don’t know if my hands will stop shaking enough.
It’s official. Pants and Gator pricing out Caps season tickets for 2011-2012. Some people are excited:
Some people are Crosby:
I know, Sid. I know. Don’t get too mad yet, we probably can’t afford them.
Happy 23rd birthday, Looch!
An exhaustive 3-minute Google search revealed these reasons you should root for Milan and the Bruins [link]:
Improving Mondays all summer long…
from lenofi.tumblr.com
How come no one told me or Dawn about this? There’s not much to tell really, but the idea of popping in a DVD and watching Sid giggle like a schoolgirl about his fight or see Mike’s Vespa skills, it’s almost enough to get us through the off-season. Lovejoy’s face, Rupper in his Christmas costume, BB shopping for Haagen-Dasz at 10 AM… those were the days.
HBO lists 24/7 Penguins/Capitals for DVD pre-sale.
Oh, and there’s some pretty good hockey on here too. If you don’t count the part where the Pens lose the Winter Classic. I blame 24/7 for a lot of what went on here this season… a LOT.
but then I can't post this photo of brad pitt and THAT would be a shame
Does this mean that everyone on the Canucks are really werewolves? I present the following evidence. They may be more Underworld and less Twilight but it doesn’t mean they aren’t anymore effective. Werewovles kick ass. And I love me some Lucian but not Luongo. I’ll still dance under the moonlight with van morrison and I’ll always be an american one in London.
manimal - did anyone know there was actually a show on tv called that?
Ok, so you can tell I've been watching the Underworld marathon on syfy.
this really pained me to make this but he's the only one that matched up. the things I do for you all.
It’s 2-0 kids. Werewolves, I mean Cancucks, which is probably secret code for werewolves shapeshifting into wonder-twins activating into Alexander Burrows making two amaza-balls goals after draining Bergereon of his hockey magic. Beware. They are tricksters.
Well now Dawn has something to do during the off-season: try her first name with assorted last names (Letang, Doughty, Ovechkin) to generate the perfect Unicorn Name! Mine is:
If you enter the secret combination that generates Ke$ha as your name, you get to go to Candy Mountain.
This headline came up: ChumLee of “Pawn Stars,” Mike Green… at Surrender Nightclub
I *so* wanted this to be a photo of Mike with ChumLee. Maybe riding in that ’86 Buick Regal that Chum bought. Instead… it’s not. I love how Vegas gets the NHL Awards every year, Bettman wants to give them a team and this site can’t bother to choose the correct spelling of Capitals. VegasNews.com – Surrender Night Club Party
He means "piece" not "peace."
I freaking love Vegas. We really should all be going to the awards. Next year, next year.
Please check out the caption of the photo below Mike’s – you never want to be the one referred to as “shiny blue shirt.”
