The NHL Awards concluded not too long ago, and while the choices for musical entertainment were a bit, uh, questionable, I highly enjoyed myself for the most part.
The NHL does this wonderful thing each year at the awards where they bring the nominees in for a photo shoot while they’re all dressed up and looking nice. The results are usually fantastic, and the pose choices for this year were no exception.
I thought I’d start off with a picture of Alex, since, you know, he’s a ferocious badass and won three awards. That’s actually why the last two reasons are being used up tonight. Because, um, three awards gets you two reasons for love. My math skills are rad.
But poor math aside, once again this was Alex’s night. (Because, alas, Candy Corn Head could not wrestle the spotlight away from him.) Since I’m apparently a terrible fan I never realized that his grandfather had actually passed on, so when he said that in his speech I got all choked up. I think he did too. Can I just say, that if he had started crying, I would have been sobbing.
When he and Malkin went up for their scoring hardware, I was highly amused when Geno congratulated him. He turned to the right even though Alex was on the left, and when he turned back Alex shifted over. Maybe you kind of had to be in my head, but it was hilarious up there.
Then he won the Hart trophy and did his hot stick celebration with it. Don Cherry’s gonna be pissed. Then he promised a Cup in DC next year. I like a man with confidence, I really do. I hope that’s the case next year, because I have little hope in the Sabres pulling it together that quickly.
But back to the picture. One of the popular poses tonight was adjusting your tie, as Alex is. He also has a cute little grin/smirk thing going on, and you can still see the red in his hair. Maybe it’s because I’ve been mad at him for the past week and tonight made me forgive him, but I think this picture is just goofy enough to work. And as my mother will be quick to point out, you can’t see his missing tooth.
Maybe it’s just me, but good ol’ Geno looked kinda pissed at first when Alex won. His girlfriend also looked kind of skanky, but again, maybe it was just me. I do, however, like this picture, although only because it’s so bad. I think the photographer was looking for a tough, manly, crossed-arms pose, but what he got was Malkin going, “Like this? I put arms on elbows like this?”
I’m kind of sad Kris didn’t win, even though he was up against hard competition in Mason, but this picture makes up for it. I think the point of this pose is to put us in awe of the players’ strong build and tall bodies, but all this does is make Kris look a tad bit confused. And a little bit angry. I love the tie, but the hair has got to go. Sorry, Kris (and Cari). I just don’t think it works on you.
But I really appreciate his decision to not wear Lacoste. I was ready to fly out there and punch him if he did.
Oh, Michael. Michael, Michael, Michael. There are so many things wrong with this picture, but at the same time so many things right. It isn’t exactly a secret that I have been furious with Michael since the playoffs started, but when he showed up on that red carpet with his stupid mohawk and his smart little bowtie, my heart kind of melted. Damn you for making me love you again, Michael. Damn you.
I was really surprised to see Chara take home the Norris because I figured that even if Michael didn’t win, Lidstrom would. Whatever, Michael. You didn’t deserve the award.
However, I do think he managed to pull off a successful picture. Unlike some players (coughMalkincough) he seemed to understand how to cross his arms, and that and the slight bend in his knee is enough to give the picture a sassy tone without being too sassy. I also actually kind of like the facial expression. It looks like he tweezed his eyebrows again before hitting the show. I think he was trying to go for an alluring face.
And I’m glad his mommy could be there with him.
I consider this picture to be a win, even if the player in it didn’t do that. He’s got the right amount of smile and the right amount of folded arm, but it’s not too in your face. I’m also a huge fan of his suit.
And his name is Niklas Backstrom, and we all know how much I love men with that name.
In this pose, we have Mr. Parise attempting to put his hands on his hips. While his smile definitely gets a ten (as the puckbunnies who make bumper stickers on Facebook would say, “his face was crafted by angels”), I’m not so sure about the rest of it. It just doesn’t seem like a natural pose for Zach. It almost comes off cute, in the “aww look at the little boy trying to pose” kind of way. And it definitely looks awkward for him.
And then there’s Candy Corn Head. Oh, Candy Corn Head. I simply adore you. I’m so happy you got to take home two trophies and I loved your speeches. You’re such an eloquent speaker, even though your English is “short.” (And, did you tell the rest of the Russians to inform us that their English, too, is short? Because it seems like they all were saying it.) There’s nothing you could do to make me stop loving you, unless you defected to Russia. You seem like the nicest guy, and very humble. I wish you nothing but happiness.
Speaking of defections, WHY was everybody all, “Yo, Sergei, we love you, we’re letting you present the Hart Trophy, we’re calling you a Capital. It’s all good”????? He is signing with Russia. That’s what he wants to do. It was so annoying seeing him sitting there and just looking so happy when all along he was probably thinking happy thoughts about the KHL. He is supremely annoying.
And the sad thing is, if for some reason he should end up with the Caps next year I’ll probably love him again.
But all in all, I thought the awards were fun. TimTom was all cute for both of his awards, Jarome Iginla further convinced me that when I win the lottery and buy the Sabres I have to bring him in to be captain, and somehow Richard Zednik didn’t win the Masterton. That was the only one that truly perplexed me. Dude had his throat cut open and almost died last season and came back to play this season. But whatevs.
Now we get to look forward to the draft and, more importantly, Free Agency Day!!
- Vancouver completed the sweep last night. So long, St. Louis. Screws one of my predictions.
- Pittsburgh won. Ew. There were WAY too many people wearing Crosby jerseys at school today.
- Detroit also won, so they’ll most likely sweep in the next game. At least it was a good experience for Columbus, right? They looked so overwhelmed for the few minutes I watched.
- San Jose won as well. I was shocked.
- Carolina scored the game-winner with .2 seconds left in regulation. I was watching. The ‘Canes had been putting the pressure on and for no apparent reason, even with four seconds left I still thought they might pull it off. They did. This series is so going seven games.
- Last night there was a segment on E:60 about one Mr. Alexander Ovechkin. It was an epic twelve minutes, to say the least. I’m going to try and summarize it for you here: baby pictures, robot impressions, concern over lost licenses, Daddy Ovechkin in the Streetwear hat I want (seriously, Alex? You’ve got your father in one of those?), a personal shoutout to me (because that’s what it was when they mentioned the “fanatic following” he has, right?) and the quote of the night when he was asked what he does when he goes out. Apparently it’s not appropriate for television. I have only one thing to say about that. If those boys are going out and doing bad things, they BETTER NOT be bringing Nicklas with them. I don’t really care what shenanigans they get in to, but Nicklas has a bedtime. And he’s still innocent. If they’re scarring him, there’s going to be serious trouble.
- Speaking of Nicklas, while I was eating breakfast my dad told me that Nick Backstrom was having hip surgery and would be out six months. I choked on my banana bread, thinking he meant my Nick. Apologies to the Minnesota fans, that does kind of suck.
- I’m very conflicted about the Caps game tonight. On the one hand, when they went down 0-2 I knew they were done. Then Simeon came in, and after seeing the game Monday night, I feel hope. If being a Sabres fan has given me one thing, it’s the ability to hope against all hope, and hope even when only 12.7% of the teams that went down 2-1 came back to win it. These Capitals are a plucky little bunch. If there’s any team that could come back, now that they have a solid young goaltender, it’s them. But I don’t want to get too excited.
- P.S. to the Capitals: If you could keep this to a six-game series, I’d really appreciate it. It’s just that I have a huge test the morning after what would be game seven, and I need to study and don’t need the stress, and knowing my luck it would be one of those marathon overtime sessions. ’Kaythxbye.
- I feel really bad for Columbus. They finally make the playoffs and Detroit destroys them.
- I don’t feel bad for Montreal. I’m kind of enjoying watching them be thoroughly owned. Go Bruins.
- Did I just say “Go Bruins”?
- Yay for Tazer with the two goals to propel Chicago past Calgary! His grandparents were at the game. They’re really cute.
- Chris Osgood is adorable in that nerdy way I’m so attracted to. I love him, and I don’t care who knows it.
- I didn’t really want to do it when I’m so mad at him, but here’s #62: Woo for leading the NHL in goals for the second season in a row, Alex! Congrats. Although I had been hoping for 60, and I’m starting to get the feeling that you aren’t scoring in the playoffs ever again.
- I have school tomorrow. It’s really gross.
- Hockey starts at three this afternoon, and I plan on watching it right up until I hit the hay.
- Detroit has been ruthlessly efficient in these playoffs, even though it’s just Columbus. San Jose, on the other hand, is down 1-0. I would be so amused if the Sharks got eliminated in the first round this year instead of the second. Partially because it would be funny. Partially because that way the Caps wouldn’t be the only first round upset.
- Dear Mike Komisarek, Please come play for Buffalo. It’s fun here. Even though you’re an icky Canadien, I’ll totally forgive you if you become a Sabre next year. With Love, Frostee
- P.S. to Mike Komisarek: Would it sweeten the deal if we brought Jay Bouwmeester here too?
So, apparently Alex and Nicklas met one Mr. LeBron James. Awesome stuff, awesome stuff. This is a picture of the three of them:
(Picture taken from D.C. Sports Bog)
I would like to point out that while Nicky has a nice black zip-up hoodie on, Alex has one of his – shudder – Streetwear hoodies. Honestly, going on that website makes me cringe. (And yet, I still desperately want one of the hats. It’s killing me.) Alex has no problem advertising that in addition to being a badass hockey player he’s also a successful designer, whose clothes all have his name on them.
I actually haven’t told Alex about my insane love for Nicklas, but if I did I would imagine it would go something like this:
Frostee: I’m in love with your teammate, Nicklas Backstrom.
Alex: Like, in the way you love me?
Frostee: No. I want to take him to the zoo.
Alex: Okay. Can we go get sushi now?
He’d be totally cool with it, as he should be. He shouldn’t feel threatened in any way.
I would just like to point out that the right thing to do tonight is to root for the Capitals. Think about it for a minute. The Sabres are done. They are not going to make the playoffs this year, especially if they go 0-0-4 against Atlanta. The Capitals need to solidify their second place seed in the conference and make sure they lock up the division. It’s not even like it’s rooting for the better team, it’s rooting for the team that deserves it. I’ve seen a lot of Caps games this year, and very rarely have I walked away from one at the end saying, “Wow, what a crapfest. Those arrogant bastards didn’t even show up tonight.” I’ve said that only a few times, as opposed to the Sabres, where I walk away from games saying that once a week.
My 5-3 final prediction turned out to be incorrect, but I got two of the goal scorers right. (Actually, the two Thrashers I wanted to score most did. It was very nice.) I’m therefore changing my prediction for tonight. I think the Sabres are going to lose 5-2 instead of 3-1. Michael, Eric Fehr, and Kozie will each score one goal; Alex will get two. Erskine and Goose might fight, or at least push each other around.
Time to go put the jersey on. Puck drops at seven!!
P.S. Sabres fans, please don’t come after me with pitchforks. I DO love the team, and that’s why I was furious with them after the game on Wednesday. I love them, but I do not like them one bit right now. The Caps haven’t done anything to make me hate them in the past week or so. That’s all.
P.P.S. My condolences to Taylor Pyatt and his family. In case you haven’t heard, his fiancee died in a car crash. It’s all so tragic. Vancouver does not appear to be the luckiest team to play for as of late.
Dear Readers, forget the fact that Alexander Ovechkin is one of the best players in the NHL/world. Forget that he knows how to throw a hit and has a knack for scoring crazy goals. Forget that even when he gets hurt he plays and forget that he comes dangerously close to decapitating himself when he hangs out with Mike Green. Forget everything.
I could, and I would still love him. Watch this.
There is NOTHING wrong with this video. Everything is perfect. The singing. The dancing. The plea for vodka. The death threat if it winds up on Youtube. Dear Readers, this man could be the worst hockey player on the face of the Earth and I’m still pretty sure I would love him.
This also further proves two points:
- Like he said in an earlier interview, if he had some water first he could probably sing.
- If When we ever procreate, our children will be future Disney On Ice Stars.
Michael Green. Nicklas Backstrom. Alexander Ovechkin. A hot tub. Just let it all sink in, especially you ladies. Call me a puckbunny, but that is QUITE the pleasing visual. I just watched “Day In The Life.” It was kind of amazing. I kind of love the Capitals. And Alex’s new nickname? Kind of cute. I am SO screaming “SUPERSTAR” at him next time I go to a Caps game.
I love the Sabres, but I kind of hate them. They came out for the first two periods and I didn’t even recognize them because they were actually playing well. Lala was actually stopping pucks. It was incredible. PATRICK KALETA scored a goal. I LOVE when that happens. Then in the third period they completely fell apart. If not for Lala I’m pretty sure they would have lost 8-1. I can’t believe not a single Sabre could score in the shootout. That’s terrible. Lala played so well, especially for a guy with the FLU. He deserved a win. When Patrick Kaleta scores a goal, and Patrick Lalime plays as well as he did, the Sabres need to win that game for them.
Jaro is hurt. He’s such a sturdy little caveman and I miss him already. Poor thing.
Thomas Vanek is TALKING. Like, actually MOVING HIS MOUTH. Aside from Lala’s play, I’m pretty sure we can consider that to be a positive.
The negative from last night was that the Sabres only got one point, Carolina’s in an eighth-place tie, and things aren’t looking too good. I tried being optimistic, but now I just plain doubt whether or not they’ll make the postseason. Last night was a make-or-break game. Tomorrow night’s game is a rock bottom game. Lose that, and it’s game over.
The wonderful Clare sent me a fantastic picture last night after I discovered that Mama Ovechkin has returned to our wonderful country. This picture involves Nicklas Backstrom, and it basically sums up why I love that boy.
Seriously, Dear Readers? I want to adopt him. I mean, look at his face! He’s so confused!! And he’s either reaching into his pocket or being all sassy with his hand on his hip, and I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. If, God forbid, something happens to his parents, PLEASE tell his family that I will take him into my home. I’ll make sure he eats his vegetables and teach him to be a good person. It’s not even like I want to marry Nick. I just want to be able to take him and Pommer on outings to the zoo and trips to the movies to see the latest Pixar film.
I actually figured out how I’ll be able to watch the Caps game tomorrow afternoon, study, and write a paper on Darwin’s theories and how Pat Frank uses them to enrich Alas, Babylon as a novel. I’ll be on a tight schedule but should be able to accomplish most if not all of it by the time the Sabres play. Woo!
Tonight is either going to be awesome or terrible. Um, Sabres? It’s my birthday. It’s already infinitely better than last year’s because last year I spent the entire day working on a career project and an oral presentation I had to give the next day. This year I got a cute scarf from one friend and a Tim Horton’s gift card from another, so please, for the love of the hockey gods, PLAY A GOOD GAME.
The best thing that could happen tonight would be for the Sabres to jump out and score like three goals right away. That would take a lot of the pressure off Lala as he tries to get acclimated to starting.
I’m pretty sure NHL Network Online is giving me this as a birthday present. It is #58 and I have now watched it three times. But, um, boys? Don’t kill yourselves, please.
That was hands-down the worst Sabres game I have seen this year. Sure, the Washington game was a pile of shit, but since my second favorite team in the whole wide world was there and I was wearing a jersey for that team, I was able to cheer for the Caps and I had a lovely time. Last night was just plain awful. And really slow. I want those three hours of my life back.
How many power plays did the Sabres have that they didn’t convert? For reals, Sabres? Their power play is so bad that by the sixth penalty they should have just been declining man-advantages.
Apparently players on the other team can just walk all over Miller now. I can not believe it took until the end of the third period for Chris Butler to finally say, “Hey, leave our goalie alone.” That was unacceptable.
I don’t want to talk about that game. I want to remove it from memory. You have no idea how glad I am that I won’t have to watch the San Jose game on Friday. Thank God for Mamma Mia!
Dear Buffalo Sabres Power Play,
You are the worst thing I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. I hope you all eat rotten meat. You disgust me. I am never talking to you ever again.
Last night’s Caps game was all awesome and badass with Michael scoring TWO WHOLE GOALS and then it went into the shootout and Alex scored, which is a rare occurrence, and then Jose kicked the puck into the net after it bounced off the crossbar. You, my dear Jose, suck.
Please get well soon, because the Capitals desperately need you.
Since the stupid Sabres put me in a bad mood on my wind day, I will just have to try and make myself happy again. I’ll pack and make cookies later, but first I’ll share this little gem with you all:
I’m not sure which part is my favorite. The part where he announces that while this year scoring 90 goals won’t happen but next year he’ll give it a go, or the part where he says he and Nick and Michael have something wacky planned for the playoffs. I can’t wait to see it.
Speaking of the playoffs, I realized something last night. It was about this time last year that I decided the Sabres were slowly killing me and that I needed to turn to a new team to soothe my aching soul. Dear Readers, I’m pretty sure it is approximately the one year anniversary of my becoming a Washington Capitals fan. Ah, how the time flies.
From the red carpet, which DID NOT disappoint:
Best interview of the year, right there:
Gary (That’s his name, right?): So, Alex, do you know what you’re going to do tonight?
Alex (Looking SPECTACULAR in his Dolce suit and red tie): Yeah. It’s gonna be funny.
Gary (Looking supremely confused): Uh-huh. Well, ladies and gentlemen, with Alex-
Alex: Funny. Fun. You’re gonna laugh.
Our kids will be so articulate. It’s ridiculous. I’m positively giddy with the thought of it.
- Reader Award to anyone who can find me a hockey player with an ugly kid. I am so in love with hockey players’ children, it’s not even funny. TimTom’s daughter, with her pink jacket and fur-trimmed hood, clutching his hand, positively killed me. Adorable.
- Thomas Vanek, what the FUCK did you do to your hair?
- Ryan Getzlaf was WORKING that tie.
- Henrik Lundqvist is so pretty.
- I have officially fallen in love with Carey Price. There is nothing that boy man could do to make me stop loving him. That suit? The tie/shirt combo? Saying he’s looking pretty good for a boy from the farm? LOVE!
- Poor Pkane appears to be suffering from a breakout. Aw. Pkane, might I suggest Biore?
- Speaking of Patty, are he and Jonathan Toews now interchangeable?
- Whoa. Jarome Iginla, where have you been all my life?
- Ditto for Dan Boyle.
- Zdeno Chara, what’s up with that scarf?
From the Superskillz:
Yeah. I know.
Just a warning, every single post on this blog might revolve around this picture from now on. I haven’t decided yet.
Um, does this picture (and the Twitter updates?) mean that Alex and Evgeni actually ARE friends again? Because screw pressure from the Russian media. You don’t do this unless the guy is your BFF.
- Dear Readers, I have documented before how the immortal words “Why you quit?” have had a serious impact on my life. I love Alex for saying them, and that quote is definitely in the top five of my favorite Alex quotes. Last night, as soon as my parents left and I decided I was due for a “study break,” I rushed over to the TV and rewound to see if they interviewed Alex earlier. The man – whose name I STILL can’t remember! – did in fact interview him, and the first thing he brought up was The Interview, in Dallas two years ago. Dear Readers, ALEX mentioned up how he had told the man he would talk to George about getting him a coaching job for the Caps, and the man reminisced about teaching Alex that coaches are fired and that they don’t quit. I…just…love him.
- Pkane was looking AWESOME, if I do say so myself. I wouldn’t mind seeing him get a little trim, though. And Man Whose Name I Can’t Remember, I agree with you wholeheartedly. Pkane and Mr. Toes Toews have beautiful faces.
- Oh Sid. You’re such a good person. You knew the minute you dropped out that you would still come up to Montreal, but that you didn’t want to steal any of the attention from the other players. He has to realize that merely by being there he’s stealing attention. He is, after all, Sidney Crosby. And you also bashed two of the best players in the NHL. It may have been inadvertent, but was I the only one who got the feeling that he was secretly thinking, “Ha, I am Sidney Crosby, the master of hockey, and I come to All Star games even when I’m hurt. Unlike those weak Red Wings”?
- Carey Price is hot. Like, really, really hot. Smokin’ hot. I knew there was a reason I picked him as my Playoffs Boyfriend in the second round last year. (Hey, I warned you I would get fangirl-y this weekend)
- Yeah. Sure. I refuse to believe that the biggest bitch fight since Serena and Blair, season one, is over. It would be just like the NHL/Russian newspapers to make it seem like their two Russian stars are once again BFFs. I, for one, think it’s much more interesting when they’re at each other’s throats.
- I really think it’s stupid that the NHL makes such a big deal about the All Star Game. In the long run, wouldn’t they rather have their star players healthy for the playoffs and the second half of the season? Yeesh. Don’t make them sit a game.
- From what they’ve shown on the NHL Network so far, it looks like Montreal did a great job getting ready for the weekend. All those interactive games are like the ones they have at the Hall of Fame in Toronto, and they’re a lot of fun. Props to the batshit crazy fans of Montreal for putting on a good party.
- I have a paper cut right on the top of my left pointer finger and it hurts to do EVERYTHING. Typing this right now is killing me. The sacrifices I make for you people…
- Studying? Is not fun. I would much rather watch Mamma Mia! six times and then watch the All Star coverage.