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Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Top 10 Tuesday: Most memorable hockey jams.

YAY, another music related Top 10 Tuesday! To clarify, this is the Top 10 list of SOME songs that I most associate with my hockey experience for whatever reason. Give me a break, I can’t control what my mind associates with random music. This is not a list of essential hockey songs or even essential road trip songs. This list doesn’t even mention some of the albums I never leave home without like, Guns N’ Roses (Appetite for Destruction), Metallica (black album), Kings of Leon (Only by the Night), Kanye West (Graduation), Nirvana (Unplugged in New York), Heart (The Essential Heart – didn’t see that one coming, did you?), just to name a few. You also won’t find bands that you are guaranteed to hear at the rink like Stompin’ Tom Connors, or, for Toronto fans, Nickelback to no end. Enjoy!

10. Chris Isaac – Wicked Games

In high school, normal people sit in class and pass notes to each other, but my friends were not normal people. My friends used to sit in class and draw pictures and make up “spicy stories” about the local junior hockey team. Between periods, they’d catch me in the hallway or by the lockers and give me their latest creations. I really don’t know what the motive behind these pictures was. Anyway, years later, living in Toronto, I was going through a box of my old trophies and awards, when I came across a blue folder. In it were dozens of pictures, and stories, and even a homemade flag that the girls had made for me back in grade eleven. Rereading the stories made me laugh because in some of the steamier scenes music was used to set the mood. Wicked Games by Chris Isaac was the most popular choice, but other tracks included, George Michael (Father Figure, Careless Whisper), and Smashing Pumpkins (Ava Adore, Eye).

9. Border Cross/Country

Back in the day, we used to have this tradition that involved us insuring that country music was on the second we crossed the border into the States for our hockey road trips. Not sure why, but I think as 19 year olds we reasoned that country music is American, and we were in America. Usually we played Gretchen Wilson’s Here for the Party, but eventually Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy (Big and Rich) became a popular choice, and even made it on to the Philly ’07 soundtrack. Which reminds me of a text conversation I had with my mom while I was in Calgary. Me: I see cowboys! Mom: Don’t save any horses.

8. Def Leppard, Hysteria

Back during the NHL Lock Out I had to resort to supporting the next best thing in the American Hockey League. On a trip to Cleveland, Ohio to see the, then, Barons take on the Milwaukee Admirals at the Quicken Loans Arena, I was already beginning to burn through my list of people willing to go on hockey trips with me. I had to resort to scouting from the bottom of the barrel, and by that I mean I had to take my sister (that’s right, Alex!). She was still in elementary school at the time, and in her Japanese phase. Thus, she would only listen to odd metal from Japan and nothing else. She even listened to it on her iPod while she miserably watched the hockey game – who does that!? (She had only come along because she wanted to go shopping.) Naturally, being the older sister, I had to make it my mission to irritate her mercilessly during the entire five hour car ride. This involved me fully blasting Def Leppard’s Hysteria while dramatically singing along and busting out the finest upper body dance moves you’ve ever seen. If that didn’t annoy her enough, I deviated from Def Leppard every once in a while to play My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas, and ONLY My Humps! Fave Tracks: Women, Pour Some Sugar on Me, Armageddon It

7. Justin Timberlake, Future Sex/Love Sounds

Justin always seems to be in the car whenever I need to flee a situation. Initially, this album reminds me of fleeing Nashville in a great haste after an unpleasant evening locked away (in fear) in my hotel room, after a would-be John attempted to do God-knows-what to me for a(hopefully very large) fee re: Will NOT have sex for carbs or money! I think it was in my attempt to make myself feel better after such a startling night that made me turn to Mr. Timberlake’s music until Nashville disappeared in my rearview mirror. Coincidentally, SexyBack seems to be the theme song to all of my hockey related dramas and shady activities. Fave Tracks: FutureSex/LoveSound, SexyBack, Chop Me Up

6. A Night at the Roxbury soundtrack

There was a time when this soundtrack never left my car. This was the time before I started flying to my further games, and would find myself driving for twelve plus hours overnight. Generally, I would listen to poppy, fun music when I needed to stay awake. Now I’m just so used to not sleeping that I could really listen to anything and be wired for weeks. One night around four AM, while we were en route to Milwaukee for an Admirals game, we approached a toll booth somewhere around Chicago with the soundtrack blaring. We were all really hyper! I’ll never forget the look on the toll worker’s face when he saw what appeared to be a skuzzy, mobile dance club pulling up to his window. Fave Tracks: This is Your Night, What is Love?, A Little Bit of Ecstasy.

5. Britney Spears, Blackout

Like most people, the first time I heard Blackout I thought it sounded like monotonous garbage. However, my friend insisted that it was actually good, and forced me to listen to it non-stop during a November 2007 road trip to Philadelphia. I have to admit that I quickly became addicted to Britney’s crazy period album, and am instantly reminded of the Flyers and life on the road the second I hear it. Consequentially, all Philly roadies were tag lined It’s Philly, Bitch after that trip (re: Gimme More). I even have a humourous misheard lyric from her song, Toy Soldier, that I cannot for the life of me sing correctly. The line is, “I’m like a fire bottle bustin’ in your face.” Except I don’t hear “fire bottle,” I hear “Flyer.” I know, so vile, right? Anyway, my co-pilots have also noticed that I drive faster when this song is on, and put the song on repeat whenever I have to hightail it to a game. Fave Tracks: Toy Soldier, Break the Ice, Gimme More, I Got A Plan (Get Naked), Perfect Lover (uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huuuuuuh)

4. Bush(X), Sixteen Stone

Sixteen Stone is one of those amazing albums that you completely forget about until you stumble upon it while going through your old CD collection. Back when Bush first began, they had copyright problems in Canada because a Canadian band named Bush already existed. For years, Bush was known as Bush X in Canada until the other band allowed them to have the name just prior to the release of their third album. I don’t know about you, but I personally think Bush X is WAY more bad ass, but whatever. I don’t know if it’s worth anything, but my copies of Sixteen Stone and Razorblade Suitcase have Bush X on them. Anyway, back to hockey. This album has left one of those vivid imprints on my memory that immediately makes me recall driving around Detroit (Big Beaver Road *Beavis and Butthead laugh*) for my very first NHL solo roadie to see the Preds take on the Red Wings in 2006. I was really nervous for that game, and the fact that I was by myself. It was another one of those big moments that changed the way my game was played forever. Fave Tracks: Everything Zen, Comedown, Little Things, Machinehead, Glycerine.

3. Avril Lavigne – Girlfriend

On our inaugural trip to Philadelphia, my friend made a two disc compilation in honour of the momentous occasion. The playlist included a variety of gems from Dick in a Box to Layla. However, she also included a few tracks that irritated me to no end like the one mentioned above. After our first game at Wachovia Center, we somehow found ourselves lost and on a continuous circuit around the airport. My friend decided to taunt me with Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend which only contributed to the irritation level of the situation. It became the driving equivalent of circus music. Every time I saw the exit, I would miss it for some ridiculous reason. I quickly changed the lyrics to “Hey, hey, you, you, I don’t like your airport! No way, no way, I think you need a new one!” After spending a good forty-five minutes trapped around the airport, Avril’s terrible song is probably the first song I think of when I remember my time in Philadelphia. P.S. How did I manage to miss this song in Top 10 Tuesday: Puck bunny music at the office?

2. Super Cool Junior Hockey Gangsta Mix

Growing up in Kitchener there are really only two things to do if you are underage – hang out at the Tim Horton’s and go cruising up and down King Street. Our post Rangers game tradition involved walking over to Timmy Ho’s on Ottawa, grabbing a hot chocolate and a toasted coconut donut, then heading out for a drive around town with the windows down and the “tunes” blasting! Of course, in high school, the only music worth blasting is intrusive “deep thug” (I coined that term). Such tracks included: Xzibit (Get Your Walk On), 50 Cent (In Da Club, If I Can’t), Nelly (Pimp Juice, On the Grind), Ludacris (Game Got Switched I hate it when there are too many rookies, not enough pros!, Southern Hospitality), Cam’Ron (What Means the World to You), N.E.R.D (Lap Dance), etc. We would occasionally change up the pace and throw on a couple Nsync slow jams (This I Promise You) to embarrass ourselves. On one evening of post game cruising, we were being followed by another car which turned out to be carrying none other than the players themselves! Back then I was never one to back down from a challenge to race. That was before Ontario approved immediate loss of licence for reckless speeding, and I realized my whole hockey livelihood would be at risk! Needless to say, I smoked ‘em.

1. Coldplay, A Rush of Blood to the Head

Milwaukee was my very first non-OHL road trip, and being a massive event for the future of my hockey addiction, its soundtrack is the most memorable. At the time, I was listening to a lot of Coldplay. That was long before the band started to irritate me with their new stuff – ugh, Viva La Vida and other douchey songs that make me want to slit my wrists. I do like Violet Hill, though. Anyway, Coldplay’s album, A Rush of Blood to the Head makes me immediately remember driving around the Brew on my off night in town while a massive snowstorm was just beginning (we ended up getting three feet that night). I can still see the snow swirling around on the pavement as if I were there right now in the dead of January. Perhaps, my memory of this night is so vivid for another reason. Maybe it was a foreshadow to my life that I’m supposed to remember. The night before, I saw my first game at the Bradley Center. The Admirals were taking on the San Antonio Rampage (now affiliated with the Phoenix Coyotes). The night after this incident, I saw my second and last game of the trip wherein the Ads played host to the Hamilton Bulldogs. Do you see the connection? I guess we’ll know more about this by week’s end! Fave Tracks: A Rush of Blood to the Head, The Scientist, Warning Sign.

Bonus Track: Arctic Monkeys – Do Me A Favour

It’s the beginning of the end. The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend. This song was the overall theme song from the 08-09 hockey season. I was listening to it a lot after Christmas when I knew that I was going to switch teams to Phoenix at some point in the near future. Other awesome tracks by the Arctic Monkeys: 505, Teddy Picker, Still Take You Home, Dancing Shoes, Mardy Bum

Friday, September 4th, 2009

Dawn Approaches: Marriage counseling & other updates.


It’s hard to believe that the twilight of the offseason is almost over, and preseason puck is only days away! I don’t know about you, but it still feels like August to me! Alas, hockey and I have been having some problems with our marriage, and the 2009-10 season is expected to be a very difficult one for us.

Last season, our relationship took a devastating turn in the final stretch. Perhaps there were too many games both on and off the ice, but careless words and empty ultimatums were thrown around in the heat of the moment. Like any wife, I feel that hockey takes me for granted sometimes. He’s forgotten that my support is not some unwavering and unconditional thing. He seems to think that I’ll just be there for him no matter what he does or no matter how it puts me out. He doesn’t appreciate the effort on my part, like turning my life upside down, or dropping everything to fly to Anaheim and beyond.

I spent the greater part of the offseason trying to work through our problems. Naturally, this was mostly a one-sided effort on my part. Hockey liked things the way they were. He didn’t want to have to pick up the phone or get on his knees and plant tulips…er…beg me to stay. No, hockey is satisfied in knowing that I’ll be rinkside until death do us part.

Of course, this made things difficult in terms of planning out the 09-10 season. Nevertheless, I’ve decided to stay the course with Phoenix for my first two regular season games this year in Pittsburgh (October 7th) and Buffalo (October 8th), after that it will all depend on how unpleasant those games were. However, after hearing about the Taylor Pyatt signing in the desert, I am more enthusiastic about this decision! My body temperature actually rose 3oF when I read the news! Hopefully, Gretzky keeps him off the Lombardi line because I might faint from too much man if they are together. Tell the Mellon Arena staff to keep a paramedic on hand for me just in case!

Anyway, team selection is not the only potential obstacle threatening our marriage this season. It is looking more and more likely that I will be moving to Kamloops, British Columbia at some point early on in the season. This move will put a definite strain on my marriage. I’ll be moving from the hub of hockey, to a place where the closest NHL team is three hours away, and the second closest is seven! It’s a good thing I anticipated the switch to Phoenix at Christmas and made sure I had those Aeroplan cards set up! Guess I’ll be brushing up on the WHL while I’m there. Either way, the uncertainty of my home base is making our relationship rocky right now, even if I do decide to stay here in the long run for whatever reason like, I don’t know, an NHL team in Hamilton!

Now on to other things…

Welcome, Sweden!


The Psycho Lady Hockey universe has expanded again, and I’ve noticed that I’ve developed quite a strong and regular readership in Sweden! I’ve even found write ups in Swedish that I had to run through the old FreeTranslation.com in order to understand. So, I’d just like to take a moment to formally welcome my new readers from across the Atlantic! I guess I’m going to have to start reading up on the Swedish Elite League.

Confessions of a Hockey Addict Through the Worst Photography You’ve Ever Seen [08-09 Edition]

I’ve been feeling like a slacker lately since most of my recent entries have been lists and photo albums! It’s the offseason, so what can you do! Anyway, if you’ve been waiting with bated breath for the 08-09 edition, then fear not, it is on its way. I am currently waiting on some pictures taken at the infamous Pittsburgh game last season. These pictures have not seen the light of day, as they were from such a mess of an evening. Currently, they are still on my friend’s camera which is buried in a moving box in London, ON. As soon as she gets them to me, I’ll post the final installment (until next summer). That is, of course, only if the pictures are appropriate! Perhaps, I should recite the “morning after” conversation to remind you of what happened that night.

Me: OK *notices headache,*this is what I don’t remember. I don’t remember paying at the bar, and I don’t remember going to sleep.
Friend: Well after you started giving [Pittsburgh Penguin] shit for having a teenstache…
Me: I didn’t say that to his face!
Friend: Oh, yes, you did. You should have seen the look on his face *imitates look on his face.* Then Britney Spears paid at the bar, and we went on one of the tour buses.
Me: Oh yeah, I remember the bus.
Friend: Yes, then we came back here. One minute you were sitting on the chair, the next minute I look over and you were on the floor.
Me: Are you kidding me?
Friend: Oh no. I had to fireman pull you into bed and put your pajamas on.
Me: *notices missing bra*
Friend: Yup, your boobs were everywhere.

For the record, I had just flown in from Anaheim and I was still traumatized from the experience! I don’t drink normally, and apparently have no tolerance for it LOL. Until next time…keep your stick on the ice!

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

Confessions of a Hockey Addict Through the Worst Photography You’ve Ever Seen [07-08 Edition]


I know you’ve all been “eagerly” anticipating the 07-08 edition… right??? Well, good news! The wait is finally over! Get excited! Sorry for making you sweat like that! Anyway, the depression I felt reminiscing in the 06-07 edition has finally lifted and shifted to sincere excitement and evil scheming (I secured my first regular season tickets yesterday – be afraid!). In 07-08, I was another year older and another year wiser. At 22, I was finally starting to get this pro hockey thing nailed down, which could only amount to one thing – trouble. Once more, this entry only looks at SOME of my favourite hockey moments as captured by terrible camera work. After all, they can’t all be Kodak moments. Enjoy, and rest assured that there are no pictures of bloodied beds in this edition! Top Photo: Having a sexy party in the mock Habs dressing room at the Hockey Hall of Fame.


Coyotes @ Leafs. Apparently, I declared my allegiance two years ago. What do you think, can I pull off a switch back to Blue?


She’s mad because we had some ticket related drama in Ottawa. Our EBAY tickets never showed up in the mail. I decided to spew some professional sounding bullshit to the Scotiabank Place managers…


…They ended up seeing things my way! La la la la la la


The Walk of Shame, SHAME, SHAAAAAAAAAME!!


She’s not spying…the Flyers just happened to be below this window…


Inappropriate game signage at Wachovia Center.


Eagles game. Freezing rain. Unpleasantness. My eye balls actually froze! Should have known better than to deviate from the more superior sport!


Call the Hardy Boys! Still haven’t solved the mystery of what this sign is actually supposed to say.


He is attempting to demonstrate the Ice Girls’ dance routine. Move #1.


Move #2. That’s pretty much the extent of it…seriously.


Boston Pizza. Had to bust out, what I have coined, “Nashville driving” to get to Buffalo on time. My friend had to resort to manually stuffing pizza in my face so that I could maintain my illegal driving speed and maneuvers. When we finally arrived, we sprinted in heels to get to the rink. The parking lot staff applauded us for our effort.


I spent the entirety of the game cat calling him, and referring to him as Big Daddy. My friend was embarrassed.


Oh, yes…make sure to really work the groin…


A stoppage in play for a spicy make out session – oh, my!


Lurking around the Hockey Hall of Fame. Some 16 year old kid behind us…*evil laugh*


Undercover crappy cell phone pic. Dessert courtesy of Coach DILF…err… John Stevens. P-I-M-P!


Texting/Gilmour combination. This may not look like much, but this is probably the most scandalous hockey picture that I possess. I’ll let you try to figure that one out on your own.


Undercover crappy cell phone pic #2! It’s amazing what a little shimmying can get you.


Angry lady sighting. She spent the entire game complaining (to her identical sister) about the cheerleaders, and my friend and I hahaha! “OMG, don’t let your son look at those ugly dancing whores!” I like her style.


Smuggling goods back into Canada. My precious.


The Sketch Factory of Philadelphia. We always wanted to stay there for the sheer sketchiness of it, but we never did – SAD! I miss Philly.


Let us take another moment to honour the playoff groin stretch (purrrrrr!)


Taming the Infamous Flyers Fans 101. We used to work together at MLSE, so naturally he had to turn around and ask me why I was wearing a Flyers shirt with total disgust on his face. After that, the Philly fans in my section were no longer hostile toward the Canadiens. Instead they tried to use me to get them game pucks.


Our free $5 program for the Kitchener Rangers alumni game (Mem Cup 2008). We wanted to get our hands on the roster, but the hooker working at The Aud claimed that we had to buy the program first. Later we saw non-hookers passing them out for free…but it was too late. Quote of the night: (random high school bump in) “Whoa, why does Mike Richards keep staring at you?” (my friend) “She goes to a lot of Flyers game.” Bet he thought he had it all figured out – FAIL! Other NHL notables on the roster: Scott Stevens, Derek Roy, David Clarkson, Gregory Campbell, and Steve Eminger.


The Stanley Cup Finals and my birthday have arrived again – lovingly displaying one of my well thought out gifts, the Worst Case Scenario Sex Kit. I don’t care what Playboy says, don’t date a hockey player without one of these! The end.

Stay tuned for the 08-09 Edition of Confessions of a Hockey Addict Through the Worst Photography You’ve Ever Seen.

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

Confessions of a Hockey Addict Through the Worst Photography You’ve Ever Seen [06-07 Edition]


The other day I was going through my hockey albums on Facebook, and it made me terribly sad. Sad that the preseason is still a month away, and sad because I miss adventure and the Flyers. I decided to put together a compilation of some of my favourite horribly photographed memories from hockey seasons past, and let them tell you some of my deepest secrets like only they can. Today we look at SOME (and I do stress the word) of my hockey confessions from the 2006-07 season as a 21 year old reeking havoc on the hockey community. I hope you enjoy your glimpse into my hockey obsessed (and tortured) soul, and that these pictures can make you laugh as much as I do! P.S. If you must know what I’m doing in this picture, I am aggressively singing old school New Kids on the Block (Hangin’ Tough) haha!


Irritating the good people at Copps Coliseum with my “colourful” play by play of the Milwaukee Admirals game. Apparently gratuitous use of “giant douche” is offensive.


My buddy, Jeff, was there, too – rocking the cheese hat. That’s right I don’t rotate my pics!


Reminiscing. The scent of threatened virginity still lingers in the air.


First trip to HSBC Arena. That cement barrier is awfully close for someone not paying attention to the road! My hair was butchered the month before, can you tell? Grr!


Undercover crappy cell phone pic. Can you guess which player this is?


Dedication: attending a hockey game with a fever of 102 degrees. Addiction: attending a Leafs game with a fever of 102 degrees.


Driving through a snow storm in the middle of the night. We pulled over and rolled down the window to take a picture of the state sign, only to discover that the window froze in the open position.


First game at Wachovia Center – awww! Nearly missed the warm up! You should have seen the driving/sprinting across the parking lot.


Let us pause a moment to honour the groin stretch. (wooo!)


More proof of my badassity: the sign said, “Do NOT wear sunglasses in tunnel.


We were obsessed with taking a picture of Drinker Street. I don’t know why…


We had a hefty bar tab in Ottawa…she mistook this picture for Jason Spezza.


She saw us trying to take a picture of the bench and decided to pose (no, we’re not creepy enough to go around taking pictures of random kids). Periodically, she would turn to us, point to her jersey and say, “I love the Sens, I love the Sens.” Her name is Sofie, and she is probably no longer this cute.


Proudly displaying the blood I got all over the hotel bed in Ottawa. Don’t get excited, I was not deflowered by an Ottawa Senator…


…I was injured.


The Leafs resort to their only line of defense against the Flyers.


I am the antithesis of Patrick Kane. This Edmonton cabbie said that we were his favourites. Note: consumed three bottles of champagne before this picture was taken.


This random creeper from Calgary wanted to be in a picture with us. Notice the appropriate jersey.


suuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! That’s what I’m talking about!


The hotel screwed up and we only had one bed. Apparently I’m not good enough to snuggle with. P.S. Taking pictures of her sleeping is my thing.


Ooh la la, did one of us have fun in Edmonton?


…Oh, yes! The end. Stay tuned for the 07-08 Edition of Confessions of a Hockey Addict!

Monday, August 10th, 2009

When your friends don’t like hockey…

I’m sure that for the average man-fan, having non-hockey friends is both rare and unproblematic apart from the occasional disagreement over which sports bar to attend. However, for the female lover of the game, having non-hockey enthused girl friends can cause a lot of unnecessary drama. I’m obviously not one to shy away from the term “puck bunny,” or throw it around loosely, but when your friends don’t like hockey, and are still anxious to attend games with you, then you obviously know what they are about. Here are some of the craziest/weirdest situations I have been exposed to as a result of having friends that don’t like hockey.

When your friends don’t like hockey…they cry when you get good seats.


Back in high school, when I was first starting to go to hockey games without my sports-obsessed uncle, I recruited any and every one of my friends willing to try the game on for size. After one visit the girls were hooked. Let’s face it, it’s hard to keep good Catholic school girls away from sweaty teenaged boys. After a few games we decided to buy our tickets for the next game directly from the box office. Sure enough, our seats improved. One of my friends was so excited that she cried, “I haven’t been this excited since I got Backstreet Boys tickets!”

When your friends don’t like hockey…they chase hockey players around in their high school kilts!

Eventually, the hockey drama got the better of my high school group of friends, and a season later we weren’t friends anymore. This largely had to do with the fact that they started very odd stalking habits. One particular gem was that they would travel across town to the team’s high school during lunch in hopes that the guys would see them in their kilts. If you think Catholic school girls don’t know that you fantasize about them in their kilts, you’d be wrong. They know. They all know. I’m not sure if the players ever saw this, but they tried again the night of the high school formal, and showed up for the warm up complete with up-do’s and glitter make-up.

When your friends don’t like hockey…they peer pressure you into dating rookies!

This happens a lot. Like I said, when your friends don’t like hockey, they obviously just like the hockey players, and will do anything to get on their good side. For some reason, I tend to be the bait. I’m the one that knows enough about the game to legitimize the other girls’ reasons for being there. Ideally, I’m supposed to “get them in.” However, sometimes their plan backfires, and the player that they are chasing turns around and declares an interest in yours truly. I don’t know about you, but if a guy that knew I was after him turned around and asked me to hook him up with my friend, after I tore his throat out, the last think I’d be doing is trying to pressure my friend into dating him. Not so where puck bunnies are concerned. I can honestly say that the only peer pressure I ever experienced growing up was from my “friends” trying to force me to like hockey players that I didn’t like. Apparently, the entire team would be mad at them if I didn’t date certain guys – riiiiight.

When your friends don’t like hockey…they wear low cut shirts to hockey games!


Well, of course they do! You have to flaunt the assets during the mating game. Unfortunately, this can cause problems if you have seats behind the bench of your favourite team, as it will inevitably distract your boys. If you have a friend like this, then it’s a good idea to plan in advance and buy tickets on the opposing side. You can make money by betting the trend that your friend’s boobs will cause the team in closest proximity to lose. (Seriously, it’s sure fire!)

When your friends don’t like hockey…they want to know which players are hot in advance!

Back during the NHL Lock Out, I decided to finally check out the AHL. My friend (a non-hockey lover) and I wanted to plan a road trip together. She wanted to go somewhere with frat boys, and I wanted to go somewhere with hockey. I nominated Milwaukee since they were the defending Calder Cup Champions – and that was the extent of my knowledge of the Milwaukee Admirals. My friend asked me which players were hot. I told her I didn’t know who played on the team, as I had never seen the team play before. Before agreeing to buy tickets, she needed to see the roster. So, I found the Ads’ website and I showed her. She found one or two that she thought were alright – we all know how unflattering hockey pics are, right ladies? Anyway, by the time we saw the warm up for our first game in town, she declared that they were all hot, and she would bang any of them. (I love their reactions to their first hockey games!) After that her new motto was, “What happens in Wisconsin, stays in Wisconsin.”

When your friends don’t like hockey…they make you risk your life trying to give their number to possible convicts!

While on my way to a hockey game, my non-hockey friend saw a hot guy driving beside us. She was trying to get his attention then finally wrote down her cell number and tried to pass it to him on the I-69! I had to do some fancy driving to accomplish this, but after some near collisions, we decided to all get off at the next exit. The guy pulls up beside us and my friend gives him her number. He looked at the area code strangely. “It’s Toronto….Canada” she told him. “Oh…Canada? I’m not allowed in Canada.” I just about died of laughter, and my friend’s facial expression was a combination of both shock and sheer terror. She stuttered some excuse for us to get going again, as she was internally speculating on what this guy could have done to be banned from our country. As we got back on the interstate, she said very seriously, “I hope he doesn’t call me.” However, an hour or so later she was flirting with another car.

When your friends don’t like hockey…they assault Nashville Predators!

One of my friends had a huge crush on one of the Nashville Predators. I don’t need to say which one. Anyway, she saw him waiting for the bus before one of his games, and she decided she was going to talk to him. She has a military-type upbringing, and so she doesn’t just walk, she trudges – and it’s very intimidating even though she’s such a small person. Anyway, she was trudging toward him. And I will never forget the look on his face when he saw her trudging at him. He was scared. I was running after her. I imagine a slow-motion “Noooooo-ooooooooo-oooooooooooo!” coming out of my mouth. But I was too late. She got to him first. No, she didn’t talk to him, she JUMPED on him. He was even more scared. I got in there quickly trying to make up some reason for her assault, and tried to smooth things over. It worked. I let them talk for a bit, but then the bus showed up. I tried to get us out of there, but she’d have none of it. To my horror, the players started coming out to the bus and they were all smiling with those knowing smiles, like they knew what we were up to. @#$%! Anyway, the greatest line of the story was when she told the guy her name and he got it wrong, to which she just said, “Yeah, you can call me whatever you want” hahaha!

When your friends don’t like hockey…they make you declare embarrassing things at the border!

When your girl friends don’t like hockey, they tend to only buy merchandise to reflect their fondness for the hotness of their favourite players. On a trip to Grand Rapids, the Griffins were having a clearance sale and selling year-old expired team calendars for ninety-nine cents. There were a few babe-shots of my friend’s favourite player working out, so she decided to buy one. Later that night, crossing back into Canada, I announced to the border guard that she had purchased an old calendar for a dollar because she thought one of the guys was cute. The border guard laughed, but my friend got defensive. She leaned over and tried to justify her actions to the guard, “He’s Canadian, he’s from Toronto!” The border guard gave her a weird look and said, “Does that make it right? I don’t know.” Haha! It’s still one of my favourite border guard lines ever!

When your friends don’t like hockey…hockey players sleep in your bed and you had no idea they were there!

On a very crazy road trip filled with angry wives and all kinds of goodness, the girls and I retired back to our hotel room after a night of dinner and dancing. However, one of the players decided to follow us. I fell asleep while they were webcaming to some other player. Anyway, the next morning, the girls kept asking me if I slept well. I kept saying, “Yes.” And they both looked really disturbed. Finally, one of them told me, “Umm, you do know that buddy slept in your bed last night, right?” I had no idea at all. Immediately, I was both disturbed and concerned. I tend to hold on to things in my sleep.

When your friends don’t like hockey…you end up in hotel rooms with half naked hockey players!

Girls that like hockey players tend to be very good at making connections. Hanging out with them will certainly result is weird situations. For some reason, this tends to include being up way too late in hotel rooms the night before game day. In this particular situation, my friend was interested in one of the guys, so she didn’t want to leave his side, even though he was clearly passing out on the bed. Please notice the disgust on my face – what’s behind that towel?

When your friends don’t like hockey…you end up being nicknamed, Blue Balls!

The infamous All-Star weekend 2007! Imagine what would happen if you are of the attitude that hockey players are gods and you don’t deserve to be in their presence. Well, the puck bunnies I was with on this particular weekend were so intimidated by the players that they were too insecure to do their “seductive” dancing where the hockey players could actually see them – even though the goal was to actually have the players see them. I, on the other hand, am always dancing. If you see me at a game, I’m dancing. In the car, I’m dancing. In the grocery store, I’m dancing. So, I didn’t see a need to run away with some of the other girls, and since I wasn’t scared of the players, I didn’t stutter and run off whenever they talked to me. Anyway, since I was nice to them, apparently the guys let their imaginations get carried away, and my nickname that weekend was Blue Balls (allegedly). HA! Not my problem! I suppose there are worse nicknames to have.

When your friends don’t like hockey…you’re better off going to the game alone and making new friends that do!

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