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Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

Top 10 Tuesday: Hockey lookalikes.

It’s that time of the week again! As mentioned on last night’s episode of the PredsOnTheGlass radio show, today’s Top 10 Tuesday lists some of the most distinct hockey lookalikes. I think I probably could have made a Top 30 Tuesday for this entry, so I will have to revisit this topic again on another week – perhaps, Top 10 Tuesday: Hockey players that look like stuff? Anyway, as usual, feel free to comment with your own suggestions! Enjoy! P.S. I was too lazy to actually do a good job when making the comparison pictures. This shouldn’t surprise you.

10. Daniel Briere & Jack White
When I was searching for a picture of Briere to use for this list, I found a lookalike photo comparing him to Paul McCartney. You wouldn’t think it, but they DO look alike! Anyway, I always thought Danny looked like Jack White, so that’s what you get!

9. Mats Sundin & J-Roc
You know what I’m saaaaayin’??

8. Mark Messier & Jim Balsillie
I know you don’t want to believe it out of spite over the Coyotes, etc, but the resemblance is there!

7. Dany Heatley & Turd Sandwich
I was going to go with Giant Douche, but he looked more like the Turd Sandwich; must be the hair.

6. Scott Hartnell & Oggie Oglethorpe
Fear the fro!

5. Mike Ricci & Fabio
I can picture him on the cover of the next Danielle Steele, can’t you?

4. Gary Bettman & The Penguin
I can’t be the only person who has thought about this uncanny resemblance!

3. Wanye Gretzky & Princess Diana
I have always thought that these two looked alike, but I was pleasantly surprised to hear a Sabres fan at the Coyotes game last season yelling, “Gretzky looks like Princess Di!” Finally! I’m not the only one! Don’t lie, you see it, too!

2. This Guy & Man Meat
Well, I can’t hide it now that I was outed on POTG last night. Anyway, apparently, Google doesn’t have any images to support “man-stallion” as a keyword.

1. Daniel Sedin & Henrik Sedin
So, I took the lazy man’s out! Wanna fight about it?

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Top 10 Tuesday: Hockey player pick up lines.


Alright, so I almost forgot about Top 10 Tuesday, but I managed to crank out a half assed puck bunnyish list three hours before Wednesday in EST. This week’s list covers my top picks for pick up lines used by hockey players. The quotes I’ve listed below are real life, verbatim pick up lines that I have heard over the years. So, don’t blame me if you think these lines are totally lame – I didn’t make them up!

10. “You have to come watch me play.”

Have you ever seen the movie The Tao of Steve? The movie explains that any guy, even the George Costanza type, can attract any woman should he have the chance to exhibit his excellence or talent in front of her. Enter the hockey player. Unfortunately, it’s not usually the REAL hockey players that use this line; it’s usually the former AAA Bantams, playing out their careers in men’s rec. Maybe I’m just mean, but as someone who goes to NHL games for a living, why would they think that I would be interested in watching this snooze fest? Playing, maybe, but definitely not watching.

9. “My ex girlfriend is the same age as you.”

This one is for the junior hockey youngsters out there. Have you ever noticed that there are a lot of coincidences in junior hockey? Like, the hockey player who is currently pursuing you magically broke up with his ex at the same time that you broke up with yours? Yeah, that means it’s a lie, and that their mega healthy relationship is probably still going on. The same goes for that rookie player who is trying to get in your pants when you’re the same age as the over-agers! Of course he’s going to tell you that his former girlfriend was the same age as you, so you won’t feel like the Mayor of Slumsville that you so obviously are!

8. “Do you need tickets for tonight’s game?”

This is the hockey player’s attempt to own you. Some guys buy you flowers and dinner, hockey players attempt to wow you with the tickets that they get for free – cheap bastards! If you are too weak to pass up the tickets (I’ll admit that it’s my personal variety of crack), then be prepared for the follow up request of “payment.”

7. “I like your picture.”

Those of you that read my book, Down the Rabbit Hole: A Guide to Puck Bunnies will know that puck bunnies usually track down their prey online. That being said, it doesn’t take much more than a decent profile picture to get the attention of the hockey genus. Puck bunnies everywhere should strongly consider getting a few glam shots taken in their pursuit of hockey related copulation. The fleshier the pictures, the better.

6. “I was lucky enough to get my own room, so you can crash there.”

Don’t be fooled, this is not a nice gesture. One night I was out with my friend and we were bombarded with hockey players. Ten minutes later they had pumped about ten drinks into us. Suddenly, my thoughts turned to how I was going to drive home in this state. That’s when buddy here decided to chime in. Naturally, I feigned gratitude for the offer, but I wasn’t stupid drunk yet. Right away he got excited and whispered, “So…when do you want to go?” Umm, we were in the bar for all of fifteen minutes at that point. Easy there, tigre. (That wasn’t a typo, I said “tigre” – it’s French) P.S. I feel like I’ve told you this story before…

5. “You can Google me.”

Remember your NHL Draft day? The day that made you feel like the sky was the limit? That you could be hoisting the Stanley Cup within the year if you played your cards right? Well, now you’re in your fourth season in the A, and nothing is going your way. You have never played an NHL game, and never make it past the second cut in training camp. Poor thing. How is the hockey dud supposed to pick up the puckies? Naturally, he has to lie. He has to prey on the know-nothing puck bunnies in hopes that they are too stupid to notice that he’s never been on the roster. Naturally, Google is his only friend, as his prospect pictures will come up and prove to her that he is worth a damn.

4. “You and me sex? I flight next week.”

We Canadian hockey fans love to believe that our nation is what makes this game great. Yeah, it probably is, but let’s not forget some of the European countries that have contributed greatness to the league and the Hockey Hall of Fame – the Russians, the Czechs, the Swedes, the Finns, etc. What would our game be like without them? Unfortunately, off the ice, these guys have little in terms of skill. This has a lot to do with the fact that there is no room for subtly where the language barrier is concerned, as you can plainly read.

3. “I didn’t get a goal tonight, but I feel like I could score right now.”

OK, you got me! I’ve never actually heard this pick up line; so much as I’ve fantasized about it. I BET you’d love to know who skated into my dreams with this cheesy line!

2. “Do you drive?”

Here’s another helpful hint for the junior hockey groupie. Want to know the secret to finding out if a junior hockey player likes you, or, at least, likes your picture? If he does he will ask you if you drive or have a car. This means that he is already assessing your ability to get to him as soon as his billets fall asleep, so that he can sneak away with you into the scandalous darkness of a nearby, abandoned parking lot. Well done!

1. “I play hockey.”

One of the most common Canadian pick up lines used by both hockey players and non! In this country, if you play hockey, it means that you are entitled to something, and by “something,” I mean p****! You’d be surprised how often this works…not on me…but on many. For further examples, check out: Since when did, “I play hockey” become a pick up line?

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Top 10 Tuesday: Puck bunny music at the office.


We all have our hockey songs. Songs that remind us of the warm up, or play offs, a specific team, or life on the road. Naturally, puckies would have a list all their own. This week’s Top 10 Tuesday will look at my top puck bunny jams for getting down to some serious hockey player stalking business. Once again, feel free to comment with your own nominations! P.S. In case you didn’t know, clicking on the purple links will allow you to watch the video for each song. Same goes for reading the Radio sections of my 2008-2009 Yearbook.

10. Akon – Smack That

In an ideal situation the lyrics to Akon’s Smack That would describe a hockey player’s positive reception to being stalked by a puck bunny. Essentially, this song promotes that creeping will result in endless amounts of ass smacking. Gee, I suppose puck bunnies would be completely uninterested in that (sarcasm). This song was popular around the time that I ended up on a road trip with one of the biggest (and most unsuccessful) puck bunnies I have ever met. The song reminds me of driving around various parts of Pennsylvania, and coincidentally made it onto the Philly 06-07 soundtrack. A true hockey road trip song. Key Lyrics: I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow. Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo. Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo, and possibly bend you over. Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor. Smack that, give me some more. Smack that, ’til you get sore. Smack that, oh ooh.

9. Kelis – Milkshake

Both puck bunnies and hockey WAGs alike think that they have some magic formula (or milkshake) that results in all the boys being brought to their yards. I was at the Hershey Centre the night the Guelph Storm won the 2004 OHL Championship by defeating the Mississauga Ice Dogs (yes, I am aware that the Ice Dogs call Niagara Falls home now, and that the Majors moved into the Hershey Centre). Anyway, Mississauga was one of the few OHL teams to employ the services of jailbait cheerleaders. Part way through the game, it was announced that the ice girls were going to deviate from their normal routine of jazzercise and spirit fingers to bring us a special number that they choreographed themselves. Suddenly, the intro to Milkshake boomed from every speaker in the building, and the rink was suddenly transformed into amateur night at the Jiggly Room. I’m sure all the six year olds in the audience were scarred for life. Key Lyrics: My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, “It’s better than yours.” Damn right, it’s better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.

8. Hinder – Lips of an Angel

When this song first came out it seemed like it was every puck bunny’s MySpace song from Anaheim to Montreal. The adulterous message in the lyrics seemed to get lost behind its “lovely” sentiments. Now this song seems to be most popular with cougar puck bunnies and scary billets who believe that it’s the perfect accompaniment to mood lighting and a seductive slow grind with a pool cue in their worn out, off-the-shoulder Def Leppard t-shirt. Any hockey players, who find themselves home alone with their billet moms, should strongly consider running out of the house if they hear this modern ballad sounding from the master bedroom. Either that, or they should get excited and consider doing their I’m-going-to-do-it jig. Key Lyrics: And I never wanna say goodbye, but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel.

7. Pussy Cat Dolls – Don’t Cha

Single hockey players are hard to come by, and so puck bunnies are almost always in competition with the evil, fake, and fake boobed hockey wives/girlfriends. Essentially, puck bunnies know that not only are they way hotter than the WAGs, but are probably way better in bed. I find this hard to believe as some hockey girlfriends are known to have sex tapes (with OTHER athletes – ouch, feel bad for that hockey player) floating around the Internet. A puck bunny can dream, can’t she? Key Lyrics: I know you want it (I know you want it). It’s easy to see (it’s easy to see). And in the back of your mind you know you should be home with me. Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha, don’t cha? Alternate Song: Dragonette – Competition

6. Nickelback – Something in your Mouth

The first time I heard this song I was driving through a deadly storm headed to Boston for what would turn out to be my last game as a Flyers fan, and the beginning of an eleven day road trip. It reminded me of the minor league puck bunnies that used to occupy entire rows at American Hockey League rinks with uniform red lollipops in fist. I was at an OHL game five years ago, and there was a puck bunny sitting in front of us who was determined to try to seduce the home team’s bench by seductively sucking on a Jolly Rancher. She made a big production of insisting that she had to have the RED Jolly Rancher, but to her embarrassment the candy ended up falling out of her mouth and hitting the glass behind the bench – major whoops! I’m not gonna lie, this song makes my ass shake to the max. And since my hips are double jointed, that’s quite the force to be reckoned with. The last time I heard this song at a game was at the Prudential Center when the Coyotes were in town. I couldn’t restrain myself. You’re welcome, New Jersey. Key Lyrics: You’re so much cooler when you never pull it out. ‘Cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth.

5. The Police – Every Breath You Take

Puck bunnies are stalkers. That’s all you need to know. Sure, they know that they are stalkers, but they don’t like to hear it out loud. If you want to ensure that your testicles stay attached to your body, then don’t EVER accuse a puck bunny of “chasing” a hockey player. Whenever this ultimate stalking song comes on the radio, the puck bunny will either shy away from it, or completely identify with the lyrics and wonder how The Police were able to understand the inner workings of her soul. Some call it stalking, I call it love. Key Lyrics: Every breath you take. Every move you make. Every bond you break. Every step you take. I’ll be watching you. Every single day. Every word you say. Every game you play. Every night you stay. I’ll be watching you.

4. Kanye West – Gold Digger

FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT SONG!!!! Puck bunnies and hockey girlfriends both embrace this song and throw it back in the others’ faces because both parties are certain that the other group has unsavoury gold-digging motives for getting at the hockey gods. “I’m not a gold digger, I LOVE him for who he is (when he’s buying me things and taking me to Paris).” It’s my sneaking suspicion that both groups enjoy this song as one of their guilty pleasures because it is satisfying for them to think that they are somehow flying under the radar. I’ll admit this is another surefire ass shaking song on my end. Key Lyrics: 18 years, 18 years. She got one of yo’ kids, got you for 18 years. I know somebody payin’ child support for one of his kids. His baby momma’s car crib is bigger than his. You will see him on TV, any given Sunday. Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai.

3. Michael Jackson – Dirty Diana

Speaking of gold diggers, Dirty Diana is the ultimate groupie song, and so you definitely cannot have a puck bunny playlist without it. Thought I was going to go with Billie Jean, did ya? Just listen to the lyrics. How is this not about every puck bunny you have ever met? Coincidentally, this is my favourite Michael Jackson song of all time. It’s also the best Michael Jackson song of all time! What, wanna fist fight me on it? SLASH, baby! That’s all I have to say. Key Lyrics: She waits at backstage doors for those who have prestige, who promise fortune and fame – a life that’s so carefree. She’s saying that’s ok, hey baby, do what you want. I’ll be your night lovin’ thing. I’ll be the freak you can taunt. And I don’t care what you say. I want to go too far. I’ll be your everything, if you make me a star.

2. Dragonette – I Get Around

My ultimate road trip theme song with a double entendre! Dragonette’s Galore album has never been absent from one of my NHL road trips since the 07-08 hockey season. One of my most exciting moments was when I heard the song being played at the Bell Centre when the Flyers were in Montreal. You can imagine how I physically reacted. Naturally, I *only* identify with this song on the basis that I am the Carmen Sandiego of the National Hockey League and literally get around. Of course, you can see how this song might work for some of the more successful (and diseased) puck bunnies out there. Key Lyrics: 9 AM in your bedroom. The radio alarm clock is set for soon. I know you friends and you know mine too. You don’t tell on me, I won’t tell on you. I get around.

1. Blondie – One Way or Another

The most essential puck bunny anthem. One Way or Another is both creepy in its lyrics and in the way they are preformed. It’s the perfect chase music for following the team or a player around after a game or practice. Come on, the song even talks about stalking the bus – you can’t get much more puck bunny than that. Last season, the band playing at the Flyers Wives’ Carnival performed this song. It made me laugh, then shake my ass. Key Lyrics: One way or another, I’m gonna find ya, I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha. One way or another, I’m gonna win ya. I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha. One way or another, I’m gonna see ya. I’m gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha. One day, maybe next week .I’m gonna meetcha. I’ll meetcha. And if the lights are all out, I’ll follow your bus downtown, see who’s hanging out.

Bonus Track: Lady Gaga – Paparazzi

I’m your biggest fan. I’ll follow you until you love me. Papa-paparazzi. Baby, there’s no other superstar. You know that I’ll be your papa-paparazzi.

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

Off season is dating season!


When the hockey season ends, many players head home for a summer of relaxation, shinny, and catching up with their hometown girls WINK. After I posted my Ragetastic entry yesterday, I was inspired to share a G-rated Ragetastic Voyage of my own. Well it’s not very Ragetastic, or a voyage for that matter. It’s more like what I can only imagine is in a hockey player’s top ten for worst possible things that can happen on a date. I figure it’s OK if I talk about it since training camp is only a few weeks away, so if the guy reads this blog, then he’ll be out of town soon enough and I’ll be safe until next summer. Here’s my story.

It was the off season, and I was headed a couple hours outside of Toronto to visit my friend for the weekend. We had planned to go out to one of the two bars in town that night. She took me to this intense country bar, and I introduced her to the Awesome (a drink my friend made up: Amaretto, pineapple, and cranberry – tastes like candy!). After I’ve had a couple Awesomes, I noticed this guy just STARING at me. He looked familiar, so I was trying to figure out how I knew him, and it looked like he was trying to do the same. Finally I realized he was one of the Leafs. He must have recognized me from my brief stint with MLSE because you KNOW I definitely don’t go to enough Leafs games for him to recognize me that way!

Anyway, once I realized he was a Leaf, my peripheral suddenly expanded and I noticed that there were about fifty hockey players standing right in front of me. As it turned out, the local OHL hockey team was having their alumni reunion that weekend, which was funny because that summer I think I crossed paths with about three different teams’ reunions – including the night before. A few of the guys talked to me that night, which led to a lot of irritating messages during the season whenever their team beat the Flyers. However, I was lucky that the Flyers did finally win one of the match ups.

One guy was from Toronto, and he wanted to “go out sometime.” So, two weeks later we went out for drinks, etc. (Don’t get excited that’s not a scandalous “etc”). The drinks went well until we had to leave and I ran into one of my sorority sisters – eek. I don’t like to introduce dates to people I know until I’m sure if I like them or not – definitely not a first date thing. (I’m eccentric, whatever. Are you just figuring this out now?) After drinks, we went to another place to get dessert where I was forced to set my phone on silent so he wouldn’t notice my friend texting, “Who’s the hot guy?!?!?!” every five seconds.

We were being seated in a backyard patio, so we didn’t see who our waitress was until it was too late – too late for him that is haha! Our waitress comes over and, to my surprise, they know each other. He didn’t look impressed, but he was being civil. So, we order our dessert and beverages and she takes off. Naturally, I had to ask him what that was all about. He says, “She was one of the puck bunnies back in [OHL team city]. *lowers voice* You know, one of the baaaad ones.” I started laughing and told him we could go somewhere else if he was uncomfortable. He didn’t want to go and began regaling me with tales of the girl’s (and her friend’s – he claimed that the bad puck bunnies always travel in twos) extra-curricular activities…if you catch my drift. He only interrupted himself every so often to lie to me and tell me that TSN just announced that they traded my Flyers crush to the Kings to piss me off. Apparently, it’s unpatriotic of me not to follow a Canadian team – you can probably guess where he plays (or played at the time).

The waitress was definitely rattled by the fact that he was on a date as well. She was reading a lot into the situation, and you know she was hiding in the kitchen texting her partner in crime and telling her how ugly and gross I looked lol. We had each ordered our own dessert, but she only brought out one. She obviously assumed we’d want to be coupley and share – boo, I wanted to eat all the cake! Grumpy. Way to make my evening even more awkward than it already was.

If the puck bunny situation wasn’t bad enough for the guy, he was crashing and burning on top of it. This guy was pulling out all the lines. The “you’re so much different than other girls,” and some others that are so embarrassing, I can’t even type them or remember them with a straight face. One of the best parts was when he assumed that I must read a lot, and tried to convince me that he is the same way. He told me there was this book he was planning to read someday haha, which, I’m not going to lie, it did mildly impress me at the time. It sounded like a ridiculously long textbook-esque book that I don’t think I’d ever touch in a million years, and definitely wouldn’t read for pleasure while I was in the height of my university career.

The end of the night was the most awkward part, though. While walking back to the cars, buddy has his arm around me and wouldn’t you know that I would run into the guy that I was currently (mildly) into – noooooooooo! To make it more uncomfortable, he was too scared to even try to kiss me. But he was trying to desperately work up the nerve. We were seriously standing there for twenty minutes (awkward) while he was concentrating intensely on how to make his attack. I was naturally standing there with my most taunting Clint Eastwood make-my-day face. Twenty minutes later he finally gave up and settled for the hug haha! He is still scared of me to this day, but continues to entertain me with his “romantic” lines.

So, that’s my story. What? I told you this was a G-rated adventure, and I didn’t mean that in the, “there’s actually an X-rated version that I’m keeping to myself” way. After all, I’m not one of the “bad ones.” Until next time…keep your stick on the ice.

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Web Assault: Ragetastic Voyages and the fragile hockey ego.


Recently, while browsing through Twitterland, I discovered a disturbing new blog, Ragetastic Voyages. Ragetastic aims to recapture the former “glory” of Junior Hockey Bible with less of the frills. For those of you who are either too young, too old, or too American to remember Junior Hockey Bible, here’s a brief refresher. JHB was a website dedicated to cataloging the “true” hockey and junior hockey player experience, or at least the version they’d like the public to believe. Hockey players love to assert the rock star imagine, and rely mainly on wild and crazy encounters with groupies as a measure for their success as a player.

Like JHB, Ragetastic Voyages posts anonymous accounts of sexcapades from varying skill levels of junior hockey leagues across North America. However, don’t be fooled into chalking everything you read on this site up to the true hockey player experience. As I said, a high frequency of taboo sexual practice is often what the hockey player requires in order to feel like a real player. The hockey players most likely to participate in these doings, or, in the very least, more likely to brag about them, are the players that don’t have a promising future playing the game, and cling to the lifestyle like a security blanket to feel like they are kind of a big deal (and that people know them). These are the guys that know they aren’t going anywhere, and if they are, then they grow up to be that pathetic excuse for a pro who nobody knows outside of the home rink and who gets traded more often than a red Power Ranger pog back in 1994.

Most likely the average Ragetastic “beauty” is a poor quality Tier II hockey player with a future playing for a D3 school, or worse – a Canadian university! His puck bunny adventures are likely exaggerated, although, for the most part, true, as he feels that he needs to sexually exploit women to the limits to prove to himself that he’s important enough to get away with it. Of course, this brings us to the girls willing to get videotaped while being taken up the ass by various members of a no-name brand hockey team. Don’t let your imagination get carried away, hockey players do not bang the “hottest broads” as they’d like you to believe. The girls getting involved with Tier II hockey players are not puck bunnies, and if they are, then they are the really, really, really stupid ones that have no idea how to scout talent. Most likely, these are just regular girls with severe daddy issues, and can’t wait to be old enough to legally sign for their new implants in their adult attempts to trap a man (or hockey player re: red Power Ranger pog).

Of course, with these stories comes a certain level of myth. Ragetastic asks for new submissions to try and top the last entry, so I’m sure that these little boys insert a few additives before clicking the send button to email the revised details of their latest voyage. I’ve obviously heard hundreds of stories both in my Down the Rabbit Hole research and in my survival techniques out on the meat market. (Helpful Hint: if a hockey player is pursuing you savagely at a bar, ask him to tell you a puck bunny story. He will refuse at first, as he is trying to “woo” you, but insist upon him doing as you say. Once he finally tells you, retain that information and throw it back in his face at the most inconvenient of moments – like when he’s trying to jump on top of you! HILARIOUS!) The stories are usually outrageous. There was one that a guy told me about a girl wearing a Halloween mask while going down on five or six guys on his team in a row. One of the guys on the team was about to blow and “conveniently” decides to take off the girl’s mask at that exact moment, only to discover that he was just being serviced by his sister. Hmm, sounds a bit like an urban legend if you ask me. What do you think?

Unfortunately, the writer of Ragetastic Voyages is headed down the same path as Junior Hockey Bible, and may likely incur the same fate. Just over five years ago, Junior Hockey Bible was court ordered to shut down. JHB was in the habit of making a mockery out of women who were writing in and voicing their disgust toward JHB’s catalogue of various ways to demean and deflower women. JHB would publish the hate mail, and then translate what the girl actually intended to say. This usually involved wishing she were hot enough to actually screw around with these guys or something far more insulting. Finally, they pissed off the wrong girl. A few months later Junior Hockey Bible was back online under the guise of Gongshow Hockey. The site has cleaned up its act pretty much entirely, and the Gongshow brand is becoming more and more popular. However, whenever I see major sporting goods stores carrying the line it makes my skin crawl to remember its sordid and misogynistic origins. Anyway, like the ghosts of JHB, Ragetastic Voyages has also decided to publish their hate mail, so I guess it’s only a matter of time before it gets out of hand.

If you like train wrecks, then I’m sure you’ll love Ragetastic Voyages. I, on the other hand, prefer not to read that stuff, as I prefer not to read WAGs rumour sites of any kind. To me those sites are like nightmares. So, I refer you now to Ragetastic Voyages on the condition that you take what you read with a grain of salt, and see it for what it really is – young men trying desperately to prove to you that they can shoot a puck.

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