My Hockey Boyfriend[s]: Part 1

Out of all the hockey players in the league, these are my hockey boyfriends. I have chosen

one player from each team, and I've thought of some ideas for dates for each. Remember,

these are my opinion. Please comment and let me know your opinions as well!

Anaheim Ducks: Cam Fowler [just because he got booed when he was drafted by the Ducks but

he took it so well.] We would go out for ice cream and he offers to pay. I decide to get triple scoop

and take advantage of his offer but he doesn't care.

Atlanta Thrashers: Alexander Burmistrov [because he is Russian and adorable] He would show

up at my house where I would teach him some more English, and he would attempt to teach me

Russian.

Boston Bruins: Tyler Seguin [because I find him naturally amazing] He takes me out for tea

because I managed to get him to believe the the Boston Tea Party was a way for men to get their

girlfriends to do whatever they want.

Buffalo Sabres: Ryan Miller [because I realized I've been underestimating him the first time I

saw that "questions will be answered" commercials] I'd take him to a tennis park to see if he can

do anything else with tennis balls than bounce them against a wall.

Calgary Flames: Mikael Backlund [because he is Swedish and has a reason to take me to IKEA,

because {I know this is pathetic} I've never been there before] IKEA. 'Nuff said.

Carolina Hurricanes: Jared Staal [I know I'm cheating a little bit, but HE IS AMAZING AND

HE IS MINE] I would love for him to take me to Thunder Bay, Ontario, his hometown.

Chicago Blackhawks: Patrick Kane [this one was hard, but I chose Kaner because he is an

extremely talented player who seems like a really down-to-Earth guy] He takes me to The Fratellis'

concert, where we sing louder than anyone else when Chelsea Dagger is played.

Colorado Avalanche: Brandon Yip [because I looked on the Avalanche website and loved his

picture and that goofy smile] We'd go pick up donuts at a local coffee shop on a rainy day.

Columbus Blue Jackets: Steve Mason [because, to me, he may be one of the few decent looking

Blue Jackets] We go to the library, but we get kicked out because he keeps sending me flirty text

messages and I keep laughing.

Dallas Stars: I'm sorry, I cannot choose a Dallas Star. I cannot find one.

Detroit Red Wings: Jonathan Ericsson [because I fell in love with his hair] He'd invite me over

to his place, where he would teach me how to make Swedish meatballs.

Edmonton Oilers: Devan Dubnyk [because I got tickets to a Sharks' game near the visiting team's

locker room entrance, and I noticed that Devan was always smiling, but the Oilers lost] We'd take a

walk [in the rain] along a beach I know of, collecting sea glass.

Florida Panthers: Steve Bernier [because I loved him so much while he played in San Jose] He'd

show up to my house uninvited (which is completely okay with me) and play NHL 2K 11 with me.

LA Kings: Marc-Andre Cliche [because he has an awesome name] I'd invite him over just so I can

hear him say his name over and over agian.

Minnesota Wild: Marco Scandella [because, even with in all the gorgeous rookies' pictures, his

stood out to me] On Canada Day, he would invite me to his home in Montreal so we could blow up

stuff in the local park.

Jordan Staal: 03

As you replay the part where Jordan hoists the Stanley Cup for the fifth time tonight, you nudge Jordan with your elbow, but he is unresponsive.

"Jordy?" You whisper. "Are you okay?" By his steady breathing, you can tell he is asleep. Just as you stand up to leave, Jordan lets out the loudest snore you've ever heard. You jump back in shock, and turn back around to make sure he's okay. Hesitantly, you walk back to his bedside and run your fingers through his golden hair, hoping it won't wake him up.

Rolling over with a moan, Jordan throws his left arm over his body and on top of your hand. You pull your hand from underneath his and gently place it on the side of his face. As you lean in to kiss his forehead, he tilts his head up and pulls you into a surprising kiss. Truthfully, you didn't want him to stop, but he did. Shocked, you stare into his crystal blue eyes, trying to figure out his evil plan.

"Oh my goodness, Jordan! What was that?" he looked at you stupidly.

"I kissed you." he paused. "I kissed you!" You didn't see the big deal, but obviously he did. He sat up, still in bed, with that unmistakable smirk on his face.

"Look, I love you." He held you into his arms as you unwillingly try to break away. You and Jordan have been friends forever, but you didn'tlove him, did you? "I love you and I've always wanted to tell you and I don't know why I never have!" Jordan laughed and pulled you with him as he lied back down on the bed.

"What, no!" You stood up suddenly, scaring the heck out of Jordan. "We're friends, I can't- I don't love you, Jordan!" With that said, you grabbed your bag and left, making sure to slam the door as you left.

You could hear him calling your name over and over, but you never went back. You saw him, without crutches, walk out the front door in an attempt to run to your car before you left.

"I'm sorry," you whispered to yourself. "But I can't do this!"

Hockey Syrup

There's this great site called Hockey Syrup. I absolutely love it. The cartoons with Kaner and Tazer are so funny. They totally knock my socks off. Here are the first two cartoons that were posted, and they may just be my favourites. The words on the first picture are small, so the first comment has the words listed.

http://hockeysyrup.wordpress.com/

Stanley Cup Final-Game Three

Stanley Cup Final-Game 2

7/3/10: thoughts

After hours of self-debating, I came to this conclusion (hopefully). From now on, this site will ALSO be a fan fiction site. Of course I will continue the dates, but now you can send in your own fan fiction stories (HOCKEY ONLY) to supersharkcow20@yahoo.com. For example:

sent in by: randompersonthatdoesntexist

I went to a Pittsburgh Penguins home game against the Ottawa Senators. The Pens won in overtime with a goal from Evgeni Malkin. The end.

So it should go something like that, although I'm positive that your stories aren't as sucky as mine. Maybe, I'll start typing up a story of my own to get us started.