When Mr. Pants and I boarded our flight in Houston on Saturday, I had NO idea there would be individual TVs on the plane. Then I saw the All-Star Game Skills Competition was on. I may have screamed. One swipe of the AMEX later, I was sitting an inch from the screen with a huge smile on my face.
Mr. Pants: “What are you so happy about?”
Obviously he doesn’t share my pain in missing a week of hockey and the ASG Draft, or as we prefer to think of it, The WUYS Bachelor Auction. I’m sure it was great. And I saw they put Letang in the front row because even he can only get away with tripping once.
The Elimination Shootout started as we reached cruising altitude. Stamkos stepped up… and the pilot came on the PA talking about miles programs and tail winds and how, if you looked out the right side, you could see a chicken in Mississippi riding a bicycle. He talked the ENTIRE TIME! We almost had an incident with Homeland Security. Plus the seatbelt sign was on forever and I really had to pee.
During the post-win interview, I lost it and said, “Stop touching him, Pierre!” really loud. Unless Pierre has scissors, though it doesn’t look like he’d know how to cut hair.
Hands off the merchandise, Troll.
Also, it’s not easy to watch Nealmobile do Accuracy Shooting when it’s illegal for me to scream, run around or throw things. As I watch back through the coverage, the ASG never fails to be a highlight of the season. It brainwashes me into a maniac who thinks things like:
Red heads in pink shirts? Sure, why not! Too bad no one could straighten it out before shooting. Unless Giroux’s going to tear it off, it shouldn’t be stretched like that. My inner publicist cringes. (Note: That plaid jacket still needs to go. Along with Neal’s. Were they on sale in Ontario at some point?)
Carey Price is funny. And charming. I didn’t think this could get worse.
Scott Hartnell + the Sedins = my nightmare. Except it’s fantastic.
And some things’s don’t surprise. Henrik Lundqvist puts everyone to shame, in every category.
If you didn’t think Patrick Kane would steal the show then you must be new around here.
My tights are underneath.
As always, the awkward prom photos. Everyone is cringing about talking to fathers and having to
See you at the prom party, Segs.
Logan can pick us up in his new car.
What did you guys think? No Crosby, Toews, Green, Backstrom, zero Staals. Still everything you hoped for? And share your favorite bits, because I probably missed them!