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’.

The day we’ve all been waiting patiently for.

The day we’ll all feel slightly less creepy staring at photos of men 10+ years younger than us.

Today is Tyler Seguin’s birthday.

And not just any birthday, but his 21st birthday.

Shots of Patron for everybody!

Oh lord, help us all.

People of Boston and the world…you have been warned.

Today, as we pause to celebrate Mr. Seguin and his inescapable charm , let us reflect on all the good times he’s had…

Like that time he won a Stanley Cup in his 1st NHL season…

Like that time he got that sleeve tattoo and raised his BAMF rating with a 7 (out of 10)…

Like that time he finally passed his road test…

Like that time he perfecting his imitation of a sad, disappointed baby…

Like that time he scored a salty shootout goal despite a flying hot dog…

and then scored another salty goal on the re-d0…LIKE A BOSS. 

Like that time he wore a scarf…

Like that time he officially joined Red Sox Nation…

Like that time when he learned to talk to girls…

 Like that time he found his two new spirit guides…

Like that time he actually went out in public with this haird0…

Like that time he went to Europe and fell in love…

Like that time when he spent some quality time with his sister…

Like that time he got really bored on a road trip…

Like that time he got really mad at this wall…

Like that time he got a puppy and completely obliterated our ovaries…

It’s no big secret that I’ve been a Seguinista since day 1.  Pants has finally come to her senses and joined me on the dark side.

Today, you can too.

Today is the day that you can finally come out of the closet and admit your love.

It’s okay.

We’ll be here to support you.

Mr. Wayne Gretzky

The Great One turns 52 years  young today!  Born January 26, 1961 in Brantford, Ontario, Gretzky is without a doubt the best player to ever play the game.  The numbers that he complied in his 20-year professional career are simply staggering.

894 goals.  1,963 assists.  2,857 career points.

In the 1981-1982 season, Gretzky had 212 points.   212 points, people.  92 of those were goals.

I just can’t even comprehend.

18-time NHL All-Star. 10 Art Ross Trophies.  9 Hart Trophies.  5 Lady Byngs.  4 Stanley Cups.  4 Lester B. Pearsons. 2 Conn Smythes.

All this coming from a man who by any hockey standards, especially today’s, was not built for hockey.

Wayne Gretzky is what you might refer to as a….

His size, strength, and basic athletic ability were nothing exceptional.  As an 18-year-old rookie in 1979, he weight all of 160 lbs.  And I’m pretty sure that was soaking wet, holding the Stanley Cup while wearing all of hockey equipment.

Then he ate some sandwiches and got his weight up to manly 185 lbs.  By his own admission, he always finished dead last peripheral vision, flexibility, and strength during team testing.  Apparently, he could only bench press 140 lbs.

So how did this guy become the greatest hockey player of all time?

Simple.

He’s an alien.

Okay, so not really, but some have accused him of having some sort of extrasensory perception when it comes to hockey – “eyes in the back of his head” they called it.   In reality, Gretzky’s intelligence and his ability to read the game was unparalleled.

He had an almost superhuman ability to anticipate the puck and where it would be on the ice.  He was a creative player, an improviser able to make split second decisions on the ice and completely confuse his opponents.

He was an ellusive player.  Denis Potvin once remarked that trying to hit Gretzky was like “wrapping your arms around fog.”  Gretzky even has an area of the ice named for him. Forever more, the area behind the net will be referred to as “Gretzky’s Office.”  (Which I also happen to think is an excellent name for a hockey bar.)

He had great flow, before flow was a “thing”.

He scored 50 goals in 39 games. 

He inspires deep thoughts from movie man Kevin Smith.

Since retiring from the game in 1999, the Great One was immediately inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame, the only player to ever have this honor.  His infamous #99 jersey was retired league-wide.

Gretzky has kept busy as a coach, businessman, husband, father, and of all things, a wine maker.

So, we here at WUYS raise a glass of Wayne Gretzky Estates 2008 Pinot Nior to #99 and wish him a very happy birthday!

Happy Birthday to my dear dear friend and hockey partner-in-crime, Pants!

Now I know that this whole stupid lock out thing has got you depressed.  Hopefully these amazing gifs will cheer you up…

I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies for the lateness of these birthday wishes but I swear I didn’t forget about you.   That’s just not possible.

You’re my lobstah.

Especially when you dress up nice…

And when you sing so pretty…

And when you crack up laughing…

And when you get excited like a fluffy Canadian puppy…

And when you bust a move…

And when you give hugs…

And when you do this…

So a very happy 20th birthday shout out to my favorite #19.   

Only one more year until you can drink legally in the United States…

But not like that’s stopped you before.

Yea. Berfdai.

So you know what that mean…

Cake.

Mexican Coca-Colas.

Office Dance Party.

More cake.

Glitter…so much glitter…

and this…

Can't believe they're making me wear this...

365 days and here we are!

We’ve had almost 200,000 hits, which we can honestly say we never expected.  We thought we’d be lucky if we got 200, not counting the 195 hits from our moms.)

We’ve had so much fun with all of you this past year, building our own little place in  blogosphere, but we wanted to make it more fun-er. (As if that was even possible…)

We get the awesome power of evolution, much like Lady Gaga,  Madonna before her, and that Charles Darwin guy.

Hope you don’t mind but we decided to make a few little changes – ones that will hopefully help WUYS grow like the Galactic Empire and take over the galaxy…except without all the death, persecution of fuzzy woodland creatures, and giant planet-shaped weapons of mass destruction.

So here we go…

Change #1 – Goodbye wordpress.com.  Hello, whatsupyasieve.com
Ya, that’s right.  We’ve done gone and made our little blog all legit.  Our new web address is www.whatsupyasieve.com.  Bookmark that scriz.  Tell your friends.

Change #2 – Diamonds are forever.  But email comes close.
You can now email us directly!
chuck [at] whatsupyasieve [dot] com
pants [at] whatsupyasieve [dot] com

We also gave DawnCherrie one (dawncherrie [at] whatsupyasieve [dot] com) but forget about getting a response…unless your email includes photos of Alex Ovechkin in a speedo on the Black Sea.

Email us.  Show us the love.  Or the hate.  Links to videos of NHLers working out are always welcome.

Also welcome – photos of Mike Green’s hair, Tyler Seguin’s abs, and Patrick Sharp’s face.

So Happy Birthday to Us!  We’re totes not getting any work done today.  We’re gonna be too busy doing this…

Care to join us?