Marc-Andre Fleury was handsomely married to his longtime girlfriend Veronique on Saturday. We bring you highlights from the Red Carpet Show, with your host Sidney Crosby.
Sid: This is Captain Tiny Pockets, reporting live from… wait, what is that? Neal, Tanger, are you seeing what I see?
Kris: Busy checking out #18 there, in his plaid jacket.
Sid: Oh my, ladies and gentleman, we’re not really sure what we’re seeing here, but it appears to be approaching.
James: Look away, it won’t notice us.
Kris: I’m staying over here, brown elf shoes are not good for running away.
Sid: It’s come much closer now and we’re able to make out that it’s, well… is that what we think it is?
James: If I can’t see it, it can’t see me.
Sid: Yes, yes it is. We have confirmed it is Max Talbot, arriving for the B Movie Horror Convention at the Baltimore Airport Holiday Inn.
Max: Hands in pockets, this is how you do it.
Sid: No, we’re receiving reports he is actually here for the wedding. He’s getting closer. Neal, what plan of action do you suggest?
James (backing away): Allow it. I look much more handsome and gigantic now.
Sid: Since he’s wedding crashing, let’s get an exclusive interview with Max. Talbot, WTF are you wearing?
Max: This is my wedding suit. If I take off the bow tie, drunk bridesmaids think I’m the priest and start confessing all kinds of stuff.
Sid: They won’t let you in the church dressed like the Devil. Have you gone down to Georgia? Brought a fiddle made of gold?
Max: You’re wrong, Romeo. Girls love dastardly-chic. They’re all going to get on this drunk bus, and you’ll have to walk.
Sid: You are not invited to my wedding, Max.
James: Empty threat.
Sid: Shut up. Here are Flower and his bride!
All of us: Sigh.
Jordan: Flower! Hey Flower! Turn off your cell phone!
Vero (looks at Brent Johnson): I don’t think that’s necessary.
Heather Staal: Jordan, you said I would be the only one wearing Canes red. Damn it, Max!
Sid: Ladies, please. We have a live satellite transmission from the Russian forest.
Geno: Здравствуйте! Sorry I could not be there, my date was not allowed on plane in traditional Russian wedding garb.
Sid: Is that a Vespa on your shirt? Oh, nevermind. Here come the bride and groom again.
All of us: Gorgeous. Both of you. Adorable French babies who can spin like ballerinas, now please.
Sid: That’s it for our live broadcast, thanks for joining us. See you next time with… James? James? NEAL! (Drunk bus beeps as it passes, Max at the wheel and James waving from the window.) Oh that’s it. I’m trading Paul Martin, I don’t care how many omelets $5 million makes!
(All photos credit to 25stanley.com)