Nope, no wedding content, not one whit. I did work yesterday (of course) but was happy to leave last night by 6:00------ (Thanks Tom!) after all it was to see the object of my affection.
The Blues.I used to be completely passionate about the PBR, that is professional bull riding. I love me some cowboys on bulls, but I digress. Bobbi is quite the hockey fan of course, for those that know her they understand the depth of her passion for the sport and photographing it. I'm newer to the game but no less crazy about it.
I adore hockey, every bit of it. Dressing in blue to go to the game, tucking in enough money to perhaps score a Guiness or a box of funnel cake fries, maybe a hot dog while arriving early enough to watch the warm up. The sight of those completely adorable men (mostly young enough to plant me firmly into the reprobate camp) skating---- the adrenaline, the excitement, the everything. It is a good thing hockey is. Yeah, you betcha'! I can even sing the Canadian National Anthem thank you very much!
But my Blues, how I love them! From Mr. Oshie who is cute as pie and skates like those blades are an extension of his body, to Mr. Tkachuk, the elder statesman (sorry Keith) who makes it all spin. Keith, you were born the year I graduated from high school, I think that might make you feel better about the whole elder statesman comment. The new guy Lars scored his first goal at the last game we were at, (his first N*HL game) that was so exciting to be there for----- and I think he is 12. I'm pretty sure he doesn't shave yet!!! ;) Mr. McDowell, man you are a scoring machine------ and so dang energetic! Mr. Backes might make the U.S. Olympic team, how cool is that????? Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't sing the praises of my OTHER boyfriends Mr. Perron, B.J., Brad (2), and Jay------ you make my heart go pitter patter. Eric/k, Barret, Alex and Mike........... and oh Mr. Polak------- you guys work so hard! And you can't talk about your boyfriends without making sure that goalie Mr. Mason is not also on the list, gotta' love that guy.
Last night was without a doubt the BEST hockey game I've ever seen. Or at least in recent memory. (Once again, sorry Tom!!) There in seats twelve rows off the ice I watched the glory unfold. The first score came within minutes of the puck drop and they were at 4 by the time the first period ended. I was so in love with my boys!
Great hockey, lots of scoring, excellent butt kicking (Cam you ARE the enforcer), a WIN (canya' say 6-1) and free Big Macs? A very nearly perfect hockey evening, sorry Canuck*s fans.
Icing on the cake was the Hat Trick----- my first three-fer in a very long time. It was INCREDIBLE! Watching all of the hats flying from the seats onto the rink in mad abandon was great............ and left me wishing I had a hat of my own to toss. I briefly considered tossing my panties onto the ice but remembered several things. First, it was not a Tom Jones concert, my panties were under a pair of jeans and I know for a fact that I could not get my pants off and do the panty tossing thing in enough time to be considered anything less than some kind of awful threat. Lastly they are for pity sake granny panties and as I am all but ignored by the camera in the stands because I am not a young hot Puck Bunny (preferably blonde) tossing my granny panties onto the ice might get me arrested. It was Mr. Perron's first career hat trick, I'm pretty sure he would have dug the panty thing. Really.
I'm going to make you watch it here-------- you'll dig it---
Thanks boys, it was a glorious evening, even with hockey sticks and not my usual sticks of preference! If any of you are getting married, well................... you know who to call! :)
