However, it has to be said:
1.) I picked Montreal. Yep, I did. I can’t link it because I’m on my phone but you can go see it for yourself.
2.) Karma’s a bitch, huh, Pittsburgh?
Something I previously had trouble doing was give Montreal credit. The Habs played out of their minds in both series and I won’t be surprised to see them in the Finals. Which is crazy, but something clicked with them.
Halak is going to be a really, really rich guy this summer.
The Caps may have choked away their series (although like I said, you have to give Montreal credit), but Alex statistically had a better series than Crosby (I’m pretty sure he had more points than Crosby and Malkin combined, but we’ll leave that for another day), so enough from you Pittsburgh homers/Ovechkin haters. Alex also didn’t board anyone in the first minute of his game 7, so, yeah.
I could be a lot meaner and a lot more of a homer than I already am being, but those people piss me off so I’ll stop.
I just have to say this: Gonchar looked like Mike Green on that one goal. He just gave up. Yikes.
And I have to admit: Halak it! Halak it a lot!!
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!!
Last night the Pittsburgh Penguins won the Cup. I really thought those Joe Louis Arena demons would get to them…but apparently not. Or maybe Gary Bettman decided that even thought he let Detroit get the Cup last year, he wasn’t going to let them get it this year. Anybody see any suitcases floating around the Wings’ locker room last night?
I knew that at some point the Penguins would win the Cup, just like everyone else did. I just hadn’t emotionally prepared myself for it yet. That being said, I’m at least glad that a guy like Max Talbot got the series-clinching goal as opposed to, say, Geno or Staal or Crosby, even thought Crosby’s pretty much been a non-factor in this series and there wasn’t much of a chance of that happening. I actually really like/totally love Talbot, and it’s nice when someone other than the bigflashy “superstar” guys can step up and help win it.
The people of Detroit might just burn those goal posts.
It was definitely hard seeing Malkin get the Conn Smythe. I’m glad they gave it to someone who deserved it, but still. Geno, first you steal Alex’s girlfriend. Then you win the Stanley Cup before he does and get named playoff MVP. You’re lame.
I’m not exactly Gary Bettman’s biggest fan, but that wasn’t very classy of the Detroit fans to boo him. They really shouldn’t have booed the Penguins either. Or were they booing the Wings? Because that wasn’t right either.
I was very on the fence about Marian Hossa, and I think I decided last night that I feel bad for him. It really, really sucks that his evil plan blew up in his face, but I think Pens fans need to realize that he really was just a rental and if they had re-signed him, there’s a very real chance he’d be doing to their salary cap what Brian Campbell is about to start doing to Chicago’s.
Watching these games made me realize just how much I want the Sabres to win the Cup. I definitely want the Caps to win it too, but they’re a whole lot closer than Buffalo is. Washington needs to fix the whole “we have no defense” issue and get a bit more reliable secondary scoring and they could be ready. Buffalo seems like a lot farther off. I love this team and it pains me to say this, but after watching these finals I’m pretty sure that the Sabres wouldn’t stand a chance with either of these teams. Which is sad.
Woo! Go Wings!!
Also, Evgeni Malkin has officially gone bonkers.
The puck dropped last night, and the Capitals were on fire. They looked fantastic, and thanks to a terrible play by Fleury (I could practically see the *facepalm*) Alex got the first goal. Then, at the ten minute mark, the Caps all decided to go to a bar in Pittsburgh to watch the Boston/Carolina game. Simeon doesn’t speak English, however, so he didn’t know they were leaving. He continued to play his life out for the rest of the game while the few remaining Caps took penalties and just generally looked like a mess.
(Yes, I realize that the Caps looked like complete crap last night, but there were still several non-calls. There were definitely a few times Pittsburgh should have been penalized. I’m just pointing that out.)
Then, with only a few minutes left in the third, after I had spent the whole night swearing and screaming at the TV, they showed a couple sitting at the game. They were noticeable for several reasons:
1. They weren’t participating in the white-out.
2. The woman’s hair was a crazy maroonish afro, and clashed with her berry-colored jacket.
3. The guy was wearing a jacket that may or may not have been made of pleather. Trust me, I know what pleather looks like. My friend wore ill-fitting pleather pants for Halloween a few years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the stuff.
Being the catty, judgmental, overly-critical person I am, I proceeded to point all of these out to my dog. I know that I wasn’t being nice, but the chances of them ever finding out are slim to none.
Then Doc informed me that I was being a tad bit mean to Mr. and Mrs. Malkin. And then Geno scored.
And at that point I was feeling pretty miserable, but then a penalty was FINALLY called on the Penguins and Lars had just finished watching “Mamma Mia!” for the sixty-eighth time (what can I say? he loves the ABBA tunes) so he decided to come out and score a goal. And at that point I figured the Caps would win the game in overtime because a) they could ride their momentum from the comeback and b) they sort of reminded me of the Sabres last night, and the Sabres would win the game just to piss me off.
The Capitals did not, however, win the game. They certainly looked awful, but as David was kin enough to remind us of after Game 2, you’re supposed to win at home and split on the road. Hear that, Caps? Win at home, SPLIT on the road.
Carolina also scored in overtime. Congrats, ‘Canes.
- Last night’s game was hugely entertaining. Completely nerve-wracking, but so much fun.
- Alex’s tour du chapeau was better than Sid’s because Alex’s won the game.
- Simeon Varlamov is really good at bouncing back from bad goals. I like that in a man. He’s reliable.
- Trendy Euro has abandoned us for the evil KHL. As I have a sinking feeling about Lala, I was thinking the Caps should ship Jose up here. He’s pretty, and it’s not like Lindy’s going to ever play him, so we wouldn’t have to worry!
- David Steckel may be a douchebag, but just as Brian is Stewie’s douchebag, David is mine. (I actually don’t know if he’s a douchebag, it’s just this random assumption I made. If you happen to know one way or another you could let me know…or not. I kind of like just going around thinking he’s a lovable douche.)
- Christine Simpson would be a fascinating subject for a mental study. She really, really would be. I’d probably end up in therapy, but I would love to know what goes on under that perfectly made up blonde head.
- Christine Simpson needs to realize that not every North American player she interviews is Sidney Crosby. His name is David Steckel, Christine. He plays for the team that won and he’s from Milwaukee. His name is not Sid.
- I think I’ve managed to figure out what Simeon’s appeal to me is. Aside from the badass goaltending and the charmingly boyish good looks, he’s a man of mystery. I know very little about him other than that he’s a goalie, he’s Russian, has a good sense of humor, and the first English word he learned was “awesome.” That must be what intrigues me. For all I know, he could be a Latin scholar who loves baking cookies and whiling away rainy days with a book.
- Simeon, don’t you dare be a Latin scholar who loves baking cookies and whiling away rainy days with a book. That would be SO not cool.
- I was worried that hanging my Caps banner in the front door would jinx them, but it didn’t. Woo!
- I’m kind of in favor of suspending Kunitz for trying to behead Simeon with his stick, but I doubt it will happen. The league has been quite inconsistent with suspensions during the playoffs this year.
- I just paid $22 for a “Got Ovechkin?” t-shirt. I’m so excited. I’m putting it on the moment it comes.
- I applaud Alex for cracking jokes in a language he isn’t completely comfortable with yet, but sometimes I don’t even know where they come from. “I’m afraid to go home.” Does that mean your fans will be rioting excitedly out in front of your house? Does it mean that you fear another egg being left in your driveway?
- Reporters need to accept the fact that Alex isn’t going to talk about Simeon. Please, people. Just understand that and move on. Stop asking him. It’s a tad bit annoying.
- Also, can we please get over this whole Alex-LeBron thing? Yes, they’ve met each other. Yes, LeBron sent him a jersey. We know. You’ve only told us a million times.
- What they’ve left out every single time they tell it, however, is that Lars was also there that day. Poor boy. Everyone always forgets Lars.
- I feel a clarification is necessary, as many people (read: my brother) have been asking me over and over again why just because I love Alex, I have to hate Sid. Here’s the deal: Long before I even cared about Alex, I disliked Sidney Crosby. It’s just always been there. I can’t even fully explain it. (Well, no, I can. It just takes a while and I don’t feel like going into it.) I didn’t start disliking the Penguins until I started liking the Caps. That’s all.
- Evgeni Malkin can always be relied on to choke in the playoffs. Did he miss the flight to DC?
- Will being back in front of their home crowd give the Penguins a huge lift tomorrow night? Absolutely.
- Is a 2-0 series lead in Washington’s favor huge, and hard to overcome? Hell, yes. I’m not making any predictions and I’m not saying anything. I’m just…sayin’.
I know people are saying that since the Caps managed to win a 2-1 game when it mattered the most, they’ll be able to play with Pittsburgh, but honestly, I’m not so sure. I don’t think Washington will win this series, which means that all of those crazy Crosby fans will make it seem like the ONLY REASON Pittsburgh managed to win is because CROSBY IS THE BEST PLAYER IN THE WORLD AND NO ONE COMPARES. Forget that the Pens have a great goalie and Evgeni Malkin, the player who I actually think is better than Crosby. Merely because the Penguins have Sidney, they’ll win. Trust me. I know these things. My grandfather is one of those Crosby fan boys. A Don Cherry type, if you will. All he does is get on my case and tell me that if I think Alex is better than Crosby, I clearly don’t know hockey as well as he thought I did. And then when I go and tell him that Malkin and Alex are the two greatest players in the league – I’ll relent that Crosby is third – and so Crosby isn’t even the best player on his own team, he leaves the room. Yo, Grandpa, just because Alex and Geno are Russian doesn’t mean they’re automatically below Sidney on the list. Being Canadian does not equal being the best. Last time I checked, Sidney wasn’t even one of the three finalists for the Hart. They’re all Russians. Um, so, yeah.
But I digress. I have faith in Washington’s goaltending, which is an odd feeling to have, but they don’t have as much experience as Pittsburgh and they need to get their defensive game down perfectly. The Penguins have a tad bit more offense than the Rangers did. Washington needs keep their power play clicking and make sure their penalty kill is solid. Alex needs to try doing a little less, Nicklas needs to keep up his fabulousness, Michael needs to start playing like Michael, etc. I just…don’t like this match-up. I don’t like it one bit.
That being said, I think this series could be highly entertaining. The regular season games between these two always were, and I can’t wait to see Alex lay somebody out. I also can’t wait to see if Michael really has returned for good. I have a theory that he had some sort of cold. He sounded really congested when they interviewed him before Game 2, and sounded less stuffy before Game 6.
Carolina vs. Boston will be almost as good as the Pittsburgh vs. Boston series I had been hoping for. It’ll be interesting to see if Carolina’s momentum can carry over.
My apologies to the Hawks fans reading this, but I think Vancouver’s going to come out on top for this one.
Finally, Detroit over Anaheim. I love the Ducks, but come on. It’s Detroit.
WOOO!!! The Capitals WON last night, everyone!! I can’t even remember the last time I got to see one of my favorite teams win a playoffs series. It’s been ages. *narrows eyes at Sabres*
The Caps looked like crap for the first two periods and I was so worried and I was trying to study while I was watching and it wasn’t doing any good. But then they won. SERGEI scored the game winner!! Oh, Sergei. Stop this right now. My crush on you is so inappropriate, and you scoring the series clincher did nothing to help it.
Alex was so over his interview with Chris – oh, I’m sorry, Christine Simpson – last night. It was funny. It made me laugh.
But he said a baaaad thing in the interview in the locker room. Alex, we told on Albert in third grade when he said “Jesus Christ” for a reason. It’s bad. Don’t say it, or we’ll tell on you and then the teacher will take you out in the hall and talk to you and you’ll have to sit out for ten minutes during recess. These are the lessons I take away from elementary school.
I have to make a poster tonight, and that’s it. It’s odd knowing I don’t really have to study. Okay, well, I do have a few quizzes coming up, but that’s what homeroom’s for.
I didn’t get a chance to mention it, but, uh SUCK IT, SHARKS. Everyone was getting on my case when I picked the Ducks to win but then they DID. Ha. See, people? Frostee is not as crazy as you all thought!
Upon reviewing my first round predictions, it would appear as though I guessed the correct winner for every series except the Vancouver/St. Louis one. I was just off on the games it would take. Like, really, really off. I really thought Boston would need six to knock out Montreal?
This whole, “Dan Girardi and Marc Staal are a couple” thing is highly amusing. Glen, I’m thinking if we didn’t already know about it the boys were trying to keep their love affair hush-hush. Way to completely out them.
CHRISTOPHER returned last night! Chris Clark, my BFFL, played last night. I may not have realized it until halfway through the first period, but at long last, the Capitals’ captain has come back! I also realized that he and I found each other and then lost each other way before I started calling players by their full first names instead of nicknames, so Chris = Christopher. FYI.
I’m really proud of myself, or ashamed of myself, depending on how you look at it. I skipped right over the Alex interview tot he Chris one when I went on the Caps’ website today.
Also, Alexander = Alexander Ovechkin. When I’m talking about Semin, I either call him Semie or call him Sasha in a rather disdainful tone. Just so y’all know.
I found a Russian I don’t like! (aside from Max, of course) Viktor Kozlov is lame. I’ve suspected it all season long, and this series confirmed it.
If any of the fans who were sitting behind the Rangers bench are reading this, those signs and those rain ponchos were absolutely brilliant. I loved them.
Alex, Geno, and Pavel are the Hart finalists. I totally heart Pavel, but I don’t really think he has a chance. Also, in a completely non-biased way (because nothing I ever say is biased on this here blog), I think Alex has the best chance to win this.
The Capitals, however, don’t appear to be the team that will win this playoffs series. It makes me sad, but it’s a fact of life.
Sucks for the New Jersey fans. I did think Carolina would win the series, but the way in which they won is really harsh.
My mom has a really funny – and COMPLETELY wrong – Swedish impression. She coined it when trying to lift my spirits after the Game 2 loss when they were interviewing Henrik, and when the handshake line showed him and Nicklas last night she did it again. It’s so bad. It’s so funny. I wish I knew how she possibly came up with it.
In gym we’re playing floor hockey and I recently discovered that the reason I’ve been sucking on left wing is that I’m actually a natural defense(wo)man. It’s wonderful. No one every wants to play goalie so all we have are these little blocks, and I did an excellent job defending the net. I was a +12, but I got yelled at every time I tried to join the rush. It was an interesting situation, as my gym teacher kept yelling at my partner and I to run around and get active, but whenever our forwards controlled the puck and I wanted to run down and help them, she yelled at me to stay put. Thus is the extent of damage Brian Campbell has inflicted upon me.
My phone exploded last night when they won. It’s very sweet of everyone who texted me. It’s very funny that people who work with my parents somehow got a hold of my number to congratulate me.
Pittsburgh is very close to Buffalo. My parents have been toying with my emotions about going to one of these games, because apparently they know people who could get tickets. I think they’re just doing it to crush me, as parents are wont to do, but, um, there’s a game Friday night next week. I get out of school at two. Just sayin’.
This post is very long and ramble-y. I’ll stop now. Time to make my seating arrangements. Just in case anyone was wondering, a dinner party with Nelson Mandela, Gandhi, Aung San Suu Kyi, and Deng Xiaoping is actually really boring.
He sounds so knowledgeable and he talks about hockey and he really seems to know what’s going on and most importantly, he doesn’t say “you know” in between every single word *coughVanekcouch*. Chris Butler’s interview was one of the MANY perks last night.
- Thomas Vanek is a badass. That natural tour du chapeau? Beautiful. Thomas seems to have problems scoring on breakaways so seeing him get a goal on a breakaway last night was awesome. Power play goals leader? Tied with Jeff Carter? Woo! I officially declare his scoring slump to be over. (Frostee’s Dad seems to be under the impression that Thomas will now overtake Alex for the league lead. I had QUITE a laugh over that one.)
- Drew Stafford’s goal was spectacular. I hadn’t gotten home yet but I saw the replay multiple times. Wow. That’s skill right there. That’ll definitely be considered when it comes time to choose the goal of the year. His postgame interview was cute when all the reporters started talking at once and he looked around all confused, but then he made some smartass comment that made him sound like all the punks at my high school. Oh, Drew. At least we’re making progress on your social skills.
- Tim Connolly is really good at hockey. I wish he wasn’t always hurt. Imagine how good the Sabres would be if he was always healthy?
- Ryan Miller, ILY. I realize that you were only faced with 16 shots, but towards the end I started to get a little nervous. Congrats on the shutout. I’m wearing my Miller t-shirt, in case you were wondering.
- Toronto took a shitload of penalties last night. Good grief, Toronto.
- Buffalo did not manage to score on all of those shitloads of penalties. Seriously, Buffalo? I love you for last night’s game, but a few more power play goals would have made the night even better than it was.
- I have a massive bruise on my thigh and I can’t move my right shoulder because I landed on it when I flipped over Caitlin, but other than that I’m functioning pretty well today. This is a pleasant surprise.
- I find it highly amusing that no one even talks about Max anymore.
- RJ sounded great last night. It was cool hearing the other teams’ broadcasts, but I missed Rick.
- Harry still sounded like an angry old man during The Whip.
- What was Robi talking about last night? He confuses me sometimes.
- Speaking of Robi, apparently my mother went to school with several of the people in that dental group he sponsors.
Other notes from last night that are good and bad for the Sabres:
- Philadelphia lost. Good. Buffalo’s starting to catch up to them. Friday’s game will be huge.
- Pittsburgh won. We kept flipping back over to that game and laughing because the Penguins were getting shut out at home. By Tampa Bay. Then it was 3-1 and we moaned about how at least Pittsburgh got a goal. Then we flipped back and they were in overtime. Then Malkin scored the OT winner with 6 seconds left. The Penguins may suck, but Tampa Bay sucks harder. You know who I think should be captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins? Evgeni Malkin. Yeah. I said it. Even though the Pens are terrible he always scores and assists and last night he really seemed to lift the Penguins on his shoulders and carry them to a win. He would make a lovely captain, and now that he speaks English we would get tons of interviews along the lines of, “We want win!” There’s still a cushion between them and the Sabres, but Friday’s game will be huge.
- I honestly believe the administrators in this school distract are control freaks. Seriously? Giving us a conference day on THURSDAY and then making us go to school on Friday is cruel. They do it three times this year, and it shows that they’re all assholes. Right now they’re probably at the district office, laughing to themselves and saying, “Hahaha, look at those students, they get to stay home on Thursday and then have to come to school on Friday because we feel like it. We’re keeping them from having a three-day weekend merely because WE CAN.”
- My parents decided to send my brother on a long weekend school trip to Quebec over spring break. I’m a little surprised, as my brother is probably the biggest scatter brain on the planet. The only good thing about all this is that I now have leverage in my, “Going to D.C. for a few days over spring break and seeing a Capitals game would probably be the coolest thing in the whole wide world” campaign. Woo.
- We’re pretty sure tonight is “Don’t have sex before marriage because God will shun you and no one will want to marry you and you’ll probably die” night in religion. You have no idea how excited we all are for this.
- The final score last night. 12-11? For reals? Yikes. We actually missed the first half of the third period, because, hello!, the SAG Awards were on. I went 10-for-10. During the Golden Globes, I predicted the correct winner for every single category. It’s crazy, man. But, uh, anyways, back to the All Star Game. Heh. I don’t know why I even watch it. Those poor goalies don’t try to stop the puck half the time. It’s all ridiculous and high-scoring. I love high-scoring games, but not when the defense is non-existent. I would rather see the Sabres score ten goals in one game while the opposing team’s defensemen scramble around trying to look like they’re actually doing something.
- Gary Bettman. Did everyone catch right near the end when they showed him coming down to ice level? Because when he stood up on his tip-toes because he couldn’t see around the people on to the ice, it might have been the funniest moment all night.
- Props to the Montreal fans for booing him, by the way.
- I can’t believe they actually went to a shootout last night. I figured one of the goalies would just let a puck in right at the end.
- I also can’t believe that Alex scored in the shootout. I love the guy, and I certainly see him play a lot, but that was the honest to goodness first time I ever saw him score in a shootout. I always wondered what it would look like…
- Not really funny or ridiculous, but I thought Kovalev as MVP was a good decision. He got two goals, scored in the shootout, was the captain, and is a Montreal player. The fans would have gone absolutely bonkers if a Montreal player hadn’t been named MVP, but I had no problems with Kovalev being chosen.
- Evgeni Malkin’s English.
- Remember back over the summer when I couldn’t decide if I loved Malkin or not, and then I was all, “Oh HELL no” after finding out he and Alex were ex-besties? Well, I’m back to a state of confusion. They were all cuddly and “I love you” over the weekend (dinner dates? Geno being the first one to congratulate Alex after the shootout? the Breakaway Challenge?), but my friend Kristen thinks they’re going to go back to hating each other. I hope they do, because then I would just be able to hate Malkin in a show of solidarity. I mean, Malkin’s a total man-skank and his teeth are screwy and he’s beating everyone in the points race and he plays for the Penguins, but at the same time he’s kind of adorable. You just want to make him cookies and teach him proper English.
- A penalty was actually called. I bet the referee forgot it was an All Star Game.
- How did no one score on that power play? I thought these were the best of the best.
- It’s really cute how my Latin teacher thinks we’ll actually read 80 pages in our review book this week. We’ve already learned everything covered in it, according to her.
- I can not believe Carey Price actually called his mom. That made my night.
- I’m pretty sure Brian Engblom broke the record for saying a player has smooth hands the most times in one game.
- One of my teachers in school. We kind of hate this teacher because he’s absolutely terrible, has no idea what he’s talking about, and is a total asshole on top of it all. One of my friends thinks he got the honors position because we’re the gifted kids and can figure it out on our own. Even the parents think he’s a jerk. He’s also a total jock, so instead of teaching he likes to spend his time talking with the jocks in the class. Apparently, if we talk amongst ourselves while he’s talking to kids, we’re “rude.” It’s really funny. He tells all the other teachers in the school how rude we are, writes it on the instruction sheets for the subs (last month a sub actually told us at the beginning of class, “Yes, your teacher tells me you are the rudest class he has ever taught.”), and even tells his other class at our level how rude we are. He decided that the fact that he let us pick our own seats was the reason we were so rude, so he decided to put us in alphabetical order today. Only problem is, the chatty kids are all next to each other when he does that. Jill and Maggie are next to each other in one row, Justine is in front of me and Ally’s to the side of us in the other, Gena and Leah are both next to the window. He realized this and then spent the next fifteen minutes trying to separate us all so that we couldn’t talk. It was kind of one of those, “you had to be there” moments, but if you had been there you would have been cracking up. Andrew and I were. It was so ridiculously funny. I can’t believe he actually did it. Now I’m right next to the door and get to leave the class first. It’s quite nice.
- This blog got hit about eight kazillion times yesterday, and approximately four kazillion of those hits were on my post from yesterday. Hmm. That’s kind of cool.
- The Savard-Ovechkin-Chara commercial. “This guy can’t beat me. This guy can’t beat me either.”
- I’m actually probably going to watch the West Coast games this week. It’s quite irresponsible of me, but then again, so is only studying for one of the exams I have. I haven’t seen the Sabres in ages, and I’m sort of starting to miss them.
- I still can’t stop thinking about Thomas Vanek’s hair. I think he let his son do it for him.