Whoa, Danny. I just…wow.

March 20, 2009 at 4:36 pm | Posted in Alex Ovechkin, Andrej Sekera, Close Encounters, Dan Paille, Derek Roy, Frostee Loves Way Too Many Guys, Happy!!, Jaroslav Spacek, Nathan Paetsch, Patrick Kaleta, Players, Ryan Miller, Tim Connolly | 1 Comment

As today was a conference day and the last thing I wanted to do was study for eight straight hours, the lovely Cari from Sabre Chaser and Clare from All Hawks Hockey and I decided to go to the Sabres practice this morning.  We had a wonderful time watching the man child fall, Miller and Jaro play baseball (badly) and discussing the Blackhawks.  After we decided to hit Chef’s for lunch, because we were hungry and we thought the Sabres might be there.

Now, Cari was quiet disappointed that neither Timmy nor Derek practiced.  When we pulled up to Chef’s we looked for their cars.  Timmy’s was already parked there and we saw Patty getting out of his.  Excited, we went into the restaurant to see what we would find.

(I should probably mention at this point in the story that I have never seen any hockey players out and about in Buffalo, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.)

We walked into Chef’s, and the very first thing I saw right in front of me was Reggie Sekera in all his bald glory (unfortunately, I could not tell if he had his metallic pants on).  To his left was Timmy, in a hat and his douche bag jacket from his contract extension interview.  I was puzzled by the man to Reggie’s right, however.  He was gorgeous and I couldn’t recall seeing him before.  

You know who it was?  One Mr. Daniel Paille.  He may have had The Look we all love so much, but he also happened to be totally hot.  The man child is beautiful in real life.  It still blows my mind.

The three of us were led to our table, where we quickly sat down and began frantically giggling and tweeting.  We were the picture of subtlety, Dear Readers.  Pkaleta walked in behind us and sat down next to Timmy.  We all kept looking over there despite the text messages telling us not too, and Cari and I both called our  mothers to tell them.  

After several minutes, we realized that Timmy, who had finished eating and was leaning back in his chair, was watching us all.  Leering would actually be more appropriate.  You know that grin he has?  Well, he was shooting it our way.  We’re pretty sure that he was just waiting for one of us to go over and talk to him.

While we were looking over at Timmy I made another startling discovery.  I know I tweeted about it but I have to ask again.  Daniel Paille, where have you and your broad shoulders and incredibly muscular back been all my life?  Hot damn, boy.  That’s crazy.

At that point Kim (also of Sabre Chaser) walked in and we no longer had any excuse for staring over in that direction.  Did we stop?  No.  I was highly amused to discover that Patty had to concentrate on his plate of pasta as he ate, and studied each forkful intently before consuming it.  At one point another player walked in, but as he had his hat on and the angle he was sitting at was bad, we assumed it was Patches.

Cari called Anne of Sabretooth’s House, and while we waited for her to arrive we continued to, err, gawk over at the players.  Timmy continued to grin back until he, Patty, and (sigh) Danny got up to leave.  Reggie had left a few minutes ago.  (Mind you, this was very shortly after Patty K had arrived.  I thought I was a fast eater, but no.  He scarfed that plate of pasta.)  After Patches (or so we thought) paid the bill, he got up to leave.

That’s when we realized it was Princess D, and that’s when I made a few jokes about him writing down his calorie in-take in a notebook.  We also hoped he hadn’t heard when we (loudly) explained to Kim that Clare had brought cookies to use to taunt Derek on the ice.

Anne showed up then and we hung out for a while.  After paying we got up to leave, and as we were walking to the cars we saw several familiar-looking guys walking into the restaurant.  It was hard to place them in their beanies and coats, but we were sure they were Flyers.  We proceeded to shout, “Let’s go Buffalo!” before getting in the car.

We headed over to Starbucks then (with a brief drive-by of Derek’s house, during which we learned that Kyle was there) and hung out while we waited for Anne.  When she came, we all poured over Clare’s iPhone trying to figure out who the Flyers were.  We’re pretty sure one was Knuble and one was Parent, but we don’t know who the third was.  Maybe a trainer?

So…that was my day.  It was a ton of fun, and we’re thinking of making going to the practice and Chef’s a tradition when Clare and I don’t have school (but seriously, Cari, we’re treating next time).  I love those Sabres, even the creepy ones who appear to be contemplating having sex with us.  What would we do without Timothy?

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I feel it is my duty as Alex’s Biggest Fan to touch on the whole celebration thing from last night.  Dear Readers, you know how much I love his celebrations.  It’s refreshing to see a player get so excited and I was furious when Don Cherry said those things.  

All that being said, I still think he took things a tad bit too far last night.  I’m psyched that he finally got his fiftieth, but what he did with his stick afterwards was a bit much.  Jose, stop suggesting Alex pretend his stick is hot, hot, hot.  Michael and Nicklas were kind of right to decide not to do it, and I’m glad Bruce had a talk with Alex.  I don’t want him to stop celebrating goals, but I do think he needs to be a little less excessive.  That’s all.

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  1. You really thought the celebration was excessive? It was definitely just Alex being Alex- a total goof- which never hurts and is usually very entertaining. He’s so good that he can do whatever he wants- all the haters are people who wish he was on their team.


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