Where do I begin to tell the story (cue theme from LOVE STORY) … It was 25 years ago today the world was blessed with the mega-talent of Alexander – Ovi – as his teammates affectionately refer to him. I am not going to list his achievements because you can go look them up.
I will say, or rant, however, that his only sin, (ah – besides being freakin’ smokin’ drop-dead sizzlin’ hot but that’s OK with me! Don’t vomit Pants.) if you can call it that, is being born in Russia. Because if he was born in the other frozen tundra called Canada, there would be no rivalry between him and Sidney Crosby. Crosby would be a foot note in hockey history and Ovechkin would be the second coming of the Great One. Yes, I went there AND sent a postcard!
The other kids are just jealous of his talent – Max Talbot! I argue with my Hockey Husband Don about this all the time because when he’s not ranting about Alex on Hockey Night in Canada, he’s ranting about Alex on Hockey Night in Canada. But Don’s jealous (Max Talbot!) because I hear him scream Alex’s name at night, and it ain’t like he’s coaching him on the ice, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more!
Ovi has brought excitement back to the game old-school style and it’s what’s been missing. He finishes his checks, he plays hard, he’s as excited for his teammates who make goals as he is for himself; he makes no apologies for his game – good or bad (Max Talbot!).
So happy birthday Sasha and a Foxy Friday salute to my smokin’ hot Russian Bear.
See ya in San Jose! I’ll be the one with the “Ovi 8 MY HEART” sign ….
Ya lublu tebya, lyubimaya moya!