Take it away, Bambi!

Dear Stallion,

I’m not sure if you remember me, but we met for the first in Philadelphia during the playoffs a couple years ago. You kept coming over to the bench and doing that ballerina stretch mmmm! You were obviously trying to get my attention, and, well, you got it, big boy! Now I know you weren’t the only guy playing there who was trying to seduce me with the groin stretching that night, but I want you to know that I liked you the best WINK!

I heard about your four game suspension for that sexy hit on poor Scottie Nichol. You’ve been a baaaaaaaad boooooooooy! Don’t worry; I’ve been defending your honour to all of those self-righteous haters out there, *ahem* Ray Ferraro. I understand you. You’re the tall, dark, and mysterious type with so much underlying passion that you can’t possibly keep it under control all the time. You’re like a time bomb of manliness just waiting to explode – the clock just happened to run down in San Jose. It must be so hard for you to have to carry the burden of all this emotional turmoil all by yourself. I think I know a way to help you keep your passion under control…wink wink… What do ya say? You don’t have anything to do until March 13th anyway!

Sexily yours,
Xx Bambi

P.S. I’ve enclosed a picture of what our future son, Bax (Bambi + Max), will look like *trills.* Cute huh? He’s too precious to play hockey; I hope you don’t mind.