They didn’t quite hear me, but they may have understood some of my International Sign language.
That’s right. My hair-tossing and reasonable facsimile of the Kid N’ Play dance meant please do this:
What’s that? I’m a nuclear physicist and you need to record my voice to bypass security a break into a missle silo?
You’d better hope the passcode is a bunch of four-letter words and gasping.
Of course, an agent always gets his girl. And his girl ends up dead, covered in gold and rolled in a hammock in Antigua.
Eh, probably worth it.
There was never a shortage of Bond girls or bad jokes. Get it – Bauer VAPOR? Because these were all shot with the humidifier set to stun? And all my powder compacts are really remote detonators and lock picking sets.
Better hurry up, the shiny villain-type is coming.
Then the money(penny) shot. They’re thinking: JAMES BOND.
I’m thinking: BOYBAND.
Worked Westlife into a post, complete with Bry(i)an. Maybe I am a physicist.
Closer, Bauer. You’re getting closer. No pressure, but when other athletes model… well, I’m not even sure what they’re selling, but I’ll buy it.
Last night the Flyers and Sabres each played their 24th games, marking the halfway point of the 2013 regular season. The rest of the teams will cross that number shortly. Can you believe it’s halfway over?
After missing hockey for so long, this season has run me over like a truck. During the lockout I dreamed of idly watching Panthers vs. Maple Leafs games and blissfully not caring about the score.
Now I’m lucky to catch most of the Caps and Penguins games. Forget anyone else. I put the GCL game audio on my phone and use it like a car radio. I watch old games online – entire games, not highlights.
You can find me in front of the TV eating an avocado with a spoon because, like last night, there’s no time to make dinner.
I’m completely stressed over missing 99% of the Blackhawks incredible run, the Flyers struggling, Teemu Selanne’s (maybe?) last season, JStaal and Intern Jeff Skinner magic, the Schultz/Yakupov rookie year… and whatever else I haven’t seen! I must look like:
I don’t know if Rick Nash fits in with the Rangers. I don’t know if the Flyers will trade Briere so I can stop hiding this love. I don’t know how Jeff Carter has 15 goals! Or what happened to Phil Kessel’s scoring?!
I can barely squeeze out minutes to write anything smart, or funny, or at all. The NHL season reminds me it’s not easy being…
So help a girl out. What has surprised you this season? What has disappointed?
Give me your best…
and your worst…
Your smiles…
and frowns…
Your fist bumps…
squats…
and stumbles.
All right down the middle, and we’ll see how it unfolds over the second half. Tell me what to watch, so I don’t miss it all before it’s over.
Three things we love and post about probably more often than is normal. But we can’t help it.
And when you have all three AT THE SAME TIME – well, we’re just smitten. We must honor you with our most prestigious award.
This week’s Foxy Friday is Adam McQuaid of the Boston Bruins
This 6’5″ defencemen from Prince Edward Island might not be known to many outside of Boston but we’re out to change all that.
He’s so adorably Canadian, using words like “o-fence” and “eh”. With eyebrows like his and a full mane of luxurious hair, all the world shall know the name “McQuaid.”
McQuaid is perhaps most famous for his hair, a riotous accumulation of dark curls like no other. It just won’t quit.
Seriously, it’s amazing. I’m obsessed with it.
And apparently so is Adam.
Even in mullet form, his coif is pretty spectacular, while at the same time delightfully hilarious.
It takes a very special, confident man to wear this hair. His hair alone is worthy of this Foxy Friday honor.
In addition to the hair, he has also got some sweet eyebrows. Look out, Zach Bogosian and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins Molly Ringwald. You’ve been put on notice.
McQuaid is a classic defencemen – big, physical, and not afraid to mix it up when needed. Like when he beat down Raffi Torres.
And Inigo Montoya.
Or this Canuck.
Now one must keep in top physical form in order to beat opposing players to a pulp. Also, when Zdeno Chara freak of nature is your team mate, you best be hitting that gym wicked hahd. (God Bless the interweb and tumblr)
Squats.
Crazy legs.
Arms.
Walking.
Running.
Only adding to his legend is his nickname – Darth Quaider. It might be one of the best EVER. For Star Wars nerds like us, this is just beyond perfect!
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If you’re ever find yourself lost in the woods with only a bag full of hockey sticks, some inner tubes, and a plank of wood, he’s a good friend to have. You might even survive.
Besides all of these things, he’s just really freaking adorable.
Hope you enjoyed this week’s Foxy Friday, Mr. Adam McQuaid. I know we certainly have.
“Oh what’s that you say? You want to take me out on a date?”
Last Valentine’s Day, we brought you a crash course in finding the perfect date. This year, Chuck is rewriting her Match.com profile and under “What You’re Looking For,” she’s including this:
Hey, they said be specific.
So for another round of the Hallmark Holiday, we’re talking about What a Girl Wants – NHL Edition. Get out your Franken-kit ’cause we’re building the perfect boyfriend.
When WUYS is suddenly mentioned in 47 new Tweets in an hour, there’s only one possible reason: Workout video.
When 46 of those messages are in ALL CAPS, I know without reading:
It’s the Blackhawks.
Here’s the video. It takes an extra moment to load, presumably because the internet paused to fan itself back into consciousness.
Between road games in San Jose and Phoenix, the Blackhawks thought an outdoor soccer and football workout would be fun. Nothing says internet sensation like a bunch of pale Canadians with their shirts off in February! (Plus Kaner and Stalberg, who must be in their somewhere.)
Blackhawks TV is the best media output in the NHL. They brought us Joey the Junior Reporter, ugly Christmas sweaters, everything.
Well, not quite everything – until now.
What was that?
Jonathan Toews would have been a QB if he were American. It’s just his style.
He doesn’t even use a resistance band, because none can contain him.
This workout was held at the University of Phoenix… yet I don’t see anyone around. No one suddenly joined the track team? Changed their major to stadium groundskeeping? Impromtu lemonade stand body shots? For shame.
The Blackhawks aren’t just gratuitously fit and camera-friendly. They are 8-0-2 on the season and lead the entire NHL with 18 points.
They have so much swag right now, they’re doing good deeds for other teams! This is like sending the girls to the bar in hopes they’ll attract the bartender more quickly. It’s practically a Blackhawks Bikini Car Wash.
If tonight’s game in Phoenix doesn’t have record ticket sales, there is literally nothing else the NHL can do.
No secret that Pants and I appreciated a good beard, especially come playoff time.
So you can imagine my utter delight when I saw this while watching the Stars vs. Avalanche game last night.
GREAT ODIN’S RAVEN!
Now that is a beard!
It redefines the term “Fear the Beard”. With the helmet on, this thing is perfectly symmetrically. His head becomes this oblong portrait of masculinity, sport, and ridiculousness.
And it’s GINGER!
Now some may say the beard is overcompensation for Zanon’s bald pate. I like to think that the hairs on his head realized where the real party was at.
I, for one, am glad to know that if his hockey career doesn’t work out, he can find work as any one of the following:
an extra in a Civil War epic
an extra in a movie about the impending Zombie Apocalypse
a home for baby birds and small woodland creatures
Squats.
Crazy legs.
Arms.
Walking.
Running.
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