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Friday, July 23rd, 2010

Top 10 Tuesday: Things I won’t miss about the National Hockey League.

Last week you got to check out my list of the things I will miss most about the National Hockey League during my 2010-11 season long sabbatical in South Korea. This week should be no surprise that I’m listing the ten things I won’t miss while I’m away. It was hard to actually come up with ten things! I also didn’t want to bore people by bringing up old conflicts again, but what can I say, it takes a lot of bullshit to drive a hockey addict to the other side of the world for a much needed vacation from the game. So, don’t be surprised that this list is a lot more venomous than the last. Try to enjoy. P.S. Better late than never! P.P.S. The top photo should not be misinterpreted that Sean Avery is one of the things that I won’t miss about the NHL because I definitely will miss him!

10. Ticket Prices

Especially at the Air Canada Centre and Madison Square Garden – Yowza!

9. Female puck bunnies, I mean… hockey fans… that pay good money to go to a hockey game (or not go), just so they can complain about the fact that my seats were close to the ice to rally support for their she-pig/mother-of-3 hate campaigns.

It would be more valuable for you to just focus on the game, ladies. Perhaps, you’ll learn that this season when I’m not around.

8. The Philadelphia Flyers feed on NHL Center Ice

It’s always the worst! Maybe it will be fixed when I get back.

7. Hockey wives and girlfriends

Particularly those of the rank-hag variety that are in the habit of illegally posting my personal shit online because they are insecure and have man hands and the face of a 40 year old football (only much, much bigger).

6. Liquid Gold

$13 for a domestic beer? Cripes!

5. Pre warm-up jitters.

Don’t ask me why, but before every game I have an internal freak out like I’m the one about to take to the ice in front of 20 000 people. I have not gone a single game without it.

4. The Springtime bandwagon rush.

You couldn’t be bothered in October, but now you’ll steal my tickets right from under me? Me no dink doh!

3. The “situation” in Phoenix.

Enough with the empty threats! When did Winnipeg get a second chance, let alone a million?

2. Twitter-Blog stalkers.

Among others.

1. Jock Sniffers.

“Friends” that will throw you under the bus if they think it means an NHL player might like them more if they were ever to meet.

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Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Farewell Tour (Day 1): Once more with feeling.

Buffalo, NY So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, good bye! It’s the moment the Anti-Fan Club has been waiting for – my departure from the world of hockey as only we in North America know it! Yes, I have reviewed all of my relocation options and have opted to take the South Korea route. You’re welcome. The rest of you are probably wondering how the Psycho of all hockey fans could stand to be away from hockey for an entire season (at least), let alone volunteer to do it. Well, the top photo has helped to ease my pain immensely.

Truthfully, I need the break from hockey. You’ve probably heard that tired complaint by certain hockey fans that like to go around locating and identifying “real” hockey fans. Like the very fact that someone enjoys watching the game isn’t enough to make them a fan. I’m of the attitude, however, that it’s not a matter of real fans versus fake fans, but rather hockey fandom to varying degrees. For someone like me, I am a hockey fan to a very high degree. Not because I have hundreds of jerseys or autographed sticks, or because I give people a Twitter play-by-play of every game I’m watching, but rather because I am very involved in the game. When you study the culture of the game, as I have for the last eight years of my life, you become completely submerged in that world. The culture of hockey became my culture, and it was hard not to notice the game everywhere I turned in my everyday life. So, even when the offseason arrives, and the players are off golfing and traveling the world, I’m still living in this land of ice and hoes.

This season there has been a lot of unpleasantness and distractions from the Anti-Fan Club abusing my readers and even threatening their careers, to scandalous rumours. In some instances, I felt almost criminal attending NHL games, and my road trips were starting to make me tired instead of happy. I guess it’s true that you can have too much of a good thing because all signs suggest that I have burnt out. Of course, there has been a lot on my mind this season as well. I entered the post academic real world (finally), and experienced the loss that comes with the end of an era in my hockey life, too. My heart just wasn’t in it like it used to be this season, and I think a lot of that has to do with the amount of effort and energy I had to expel with the Arizona Prophecy for the last two months of the 08-09 NHL season. At this point I need more than a vacation to heal.

My world was starting to feel very small – like it only consisted of thirty (NHL) cities. As it is, I have hardly done any traveling outside of those points of interest since my road show began. And, so, I decided to see if I could handle being away from the NHL for an extended period of time. I had the option to stay in North America, but I knew I couldn’t be trusted here. I would just get that sudden urge to run off at a moment’s notice to LA, or Vancouver, or Tampa as I always do, and knowing me I would go with it. This doesn’t mean that I’ll stop watching the NHL, I will definitely have to invest in that Game Center or whatever it is people are using online, and I will make damn sure to hit up some games in the Asia League while I’m over there. By the way, this will be the third continent I have lived in – Europe and North America (duh) being the first two! The point is to learn to be an isolated fan. The fan who preserves without being at the arena because, after all, not all hockey fans can be rink side as I have been so fortunate enough to have experienced many times over. Don’t worry, I will attempt to keep Psycho Lady Hockey interesting with this new perspective from thirteen time zones away (from Toronto)!

But enough about the change of life that is upon me, let’s talk about my Farewell Tour. I have only a few weeks left here in North America, so I wanted to give the NHL one final push, and see some of those rinks I haven’t had a chance to see yet – you know – in case I meet some hunky Irishman or Australian while I’m away and never return *purrs!* The journey begins today in Buffalo, but, alas, there aren’t any Sabres games scheduled at HSBC Arena tonight, or I would so be there right now! HSBC Arena is one of my faves – $5 beer!! No, the hockey road show won’t really begin until the 29th. I am bound for Manhattan in the morning (I know – I was just there two weeks ago) to celebrate my sister’s 18th birthday in style! Unfortunately, that means I’m with my entire family for the next few days, and what’s worse my MOTHER booked us all in the same hotel room (WHAT?!). As it is I’m hiding in the bathroom while I’m writing this, and using the sink for a desk! At least there is some solace in knowing that we’ll be staying at Ritz for the rest of the trip.

Of course, there is always that slight 1% chance that something monumental happens to make me change my mind and cancel my decision to venture off into the mysterious East. Who knows what that could possibly be, an offer I can’t refuse, or a grand romantic gesture perhaps? Only time will tell, but the sand is quickly running through the hourglass. Wish me luck on my final NHL extravaganza. I hope this will be a road trip for us all to remember!

Roll the credits…

Most memorable road track: Philadelphia (Flyers) 2008-09!

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Saturday, March 20th, 2010

Heaven help us, Bambi has a blog!

Yes, it’s true! Bambi has decided to branch out and start her own blog. She felt that having to censor herself for the Psycho Lady Hockey community was too difficult (I know), and she plans to let it all hang on her new site, Bambi’s Locker. Don’t worry (or definitely worry), she will still be guest blogging on here from time to time. Bambi’s Locker, a self-proclaimed “puck bunny blog,” is essentially a place for Bambi and fans to gush and drool over ALL NHL players equally – Bambi never discriminates. She claims she was having technical difficulties building her site, so she hopes that Blogger will only be a temporary home for her posts. For future reference, you can find a link to her blog under Psycho Network in my sidebar. The Network has been launched as Carmen has also shown an interest in starting a blog, but she is still undecided about her subject matter. Stay tuned for details. Anyway, I’m not sure if Bambi has the longevity to sustain a blog, but we will soon find out! All I can say is that I absolutely love the pictures she has taped up in her Locker! Click here to check out Bambi’s Locker now!

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Friday, March 19th, 2010

Tips for writing about puck bunnies.

Just when you thought Puck Bunny Month was over here we are again. It shouldn’t shock anyone at this point when I say that studying hockey subculture has been a passion of mine since high school. I wrote a book about puck bunnies when I was eighteen, which signed on with a New York based publishing house. I wrote several university papers about puck bunnies and hockey culture on topics ranging from the language of hockey players to the term ‘puck bunny’ and misogyny. And then, of course, I started this blog so that I could have a forum to further explore this culture.

Lately there has been much blogging going on about puck bunnies. I’d like to think that Puck Bunny Month might have had something to do with this, and I may have been rubbing off on some people. However, just a few moments ago I was sent a link to another blog post tearing puck bunnies apart and listing a new form of puck bunny plaguing the female fan. This was called the puck bunny/fan “hybrid;” a girl who knows everything there is to know about hockey, but easily reverts to puck bunny tendencies at the arena. Now I always love to hear new theories about puck bunnies, especially discoveries of new species (I discovered fifteen types when I wrote my book), however, in this particular situation, I got a little annoyed, and the end result is this post. This puck bunny hybrid isn’t a puck bunny at all – she’s a hockey fan. Let’s recap: she loves the game, knows everything about it, but also has a vagina, and likes boys. Sounds like a hockey fan that just happens to be a girl and doesn’t know how to magically turn biology off when she’s at the arena. Shame on her for noticing that the player that made that wicked check was also good looking.

The problem with ‘puck bunny’ as a term is that the definition changes from person to person even though the official Oxford definition is very basic. Officially a puck bunny is merely a female who follows hockey MORE for the players than the actual game. Do you notice how it says “more” and not “only” for the players? At no time does the dictionary say that these women aren’t fans, and no where does it say that they seek to perform sexual favours for the players. After all, there are men who are just as flirtatious around hockey players as women can be.

As someone who has devoted so much time and study to the logical examination of the puck bunny, I find posts like this disheartening. It’s almost like my message has fallen on deaf ears. Of course, I couldn’t tell you if these other authors have ever read my stuff, but still it makes me feel like I’m really fighting an uphill battle (when fighting wasn’t my intention) trying to play devil’s advocate and provide the only voice for the underdog. So, I decided to post a list of things to consider before attempting to write an article about puck bunnies.

1. Get your definition straight. True puck bunnies love the players more than the game. That’s what sets them apart (if anything). They do still love the game, but they really love the players. Puck bunnies are not women who screw the players. Yes, some do, but not all do. That’s like saying all women are whores. There are just as many non-hockey fans that are willing to throw themselves at a professional hockey player just because he is one. And I say non-fan in the sense that they actually don’t like, watch, or follow hockey, not in the catty, “hockey players like her so she must not be a real fan” sense. If she doesn’t follow hockey, can this groupie really be a “puck bunny?”

2. Do NOT seek to blame an unknown woman (puck bunny) for the reason that you aren’t taken “seriously” as a hockey fan. The world of sport has always been male dominated. That’s a pretty obvious fact. Women may never be taken as “seriously” as the men in this business, and that is not the fault of any woman who pursues happiness in this realm. I worked for a pro hockey team and I encountered this at the office all the time; not just at the arena as a fan. I wish I had given myself this advice when I was writing my book. My motivation was to show the world what a puck bunny really was, and how I had been mistreated as one. The first draft of the book was a lot more aggressive than the edited version which I sent to publishers because of this. So, if you seek to write a logical paper about puck bunnies, then you need to sit back and remove yourself from the situation. A group of potentially mythical women are not responsible for your misrepresentation.

3. Understand that ‘puck bunny’ is only an offensive term SOME of the time. This may be a hard concept to grasp, but it’s true. Puck bunnies exist on a spectrum due to the fact that there are so many types that yield so many definitions. The two polar extremes consist of the most stereotypical manifestations known to the hockey community. At the one end we have the women who fall into the most common category – the sluts. This is the variety that actually seeks carnal knowledge of the players. On the other end we have the innocent puck bunnies; girls who love the players, perhaps even on an almost maternal level, who never miss a home game, but also like to bake cookies for the players, and fantasize about holding their hands. These ladies are also the rare breed that actually embrace the term and refers to themselves as such. When all is said and done, and the unofficial variables have been put aside, this variety may be the ONLY true form of the puck bunny out there, and their numbers are dwindling as you read in my Puck Bunny Month posts. I suppose, then, that I could make a sweeping statement by saying, if this is the only TRUE puck bunny, then ‘puck bunny’ is not a naturally offensive or derogatory word at all.

One thing is for sure in all of this, and that is that ‘puck bunny’ is no longer just the misogynistic tool used by insecure male fans to keep women out of this world, but rather it is used mainly as a weapon for women on women hate. If you have been mislabeled a puck bunny chances are you were spotted sitting too close to the ice and are likely a very beautiful girl. Congratulations. The ironic thing in all of this is that the she-beasts that spend $100 to go to an NHL game just to look for puck bunnies to hate on are the women that come through as the artificial fan/puck bunny. After all, what do you care that a certain player is staring at the brunette sitting behind the bench, it’s not like YOU want him, right?

When it comes down to it, being a fan of any sport is supposed to be fun! It’s supposed to be something that takes your mind off the low points of your actual life. It’s just a game. Sometimes I wonder what the players think of intense fans or the hockey blogging community. I wonder if they think it’s funny that regular people put so much stock into their lives and careers. But anyway, if you aren’t at the point where you can just ignore what the jealous she-pig, or the drunken idiot on his sixth pint of arena beer called you (without even knowing you), then I personally don’t think that you are secure enough in your hockey fandom to even attempt to tackle this controversial subject with a clear head. We are all hockey fans. Believe in yourself, and tell everyone else to fuck off – you don’t owe anyone an explanation.

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Friday, March 5th, 2010

Friday Fan Mail: To Maxim Lapierre with love from Bambi

Yay! Another weekly regular feature on Psycho Lady Hockey, who’s excited? Friday Fan Mail will be a weekly mock fan letter written to a member of the hockey community. It should be fun, or totally insane. Anyway, I was going to write a letter to Pierre McGuire this week, but in light of the Lapierre hit in San Jose last night, Bambi has begged me to let her write the inaugural (love?) letter this week. Not to fear, I have a feeling I will be writing several letters to McGuire over the lifespan of this new feature. Enjoy!

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.

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Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

Top 10 Tuesday: 2010 NHL Trade Deadline Headlines

Hi, remember Top 10 Tuesday? It’s been awhile, but I couldn’t resist making one this week in honour of the NHL trade deadline. It’s my *favourite* day of the year! This week I have compiled a list of mock trade announcements. That’s right, they’re FAKE like the goods on your least favourite hockey girlfriend. I feel like I shouldn’t have to specify this, but you never know these days with the YouPorners and such. Anyway, enjoy the list and have a Happy Trade Deadline tomorrow! P.S. Try not to be too sad that Puck Bunny Month is over.

10. With rumours that Dany Heatley is still upset with his amount of ice time in San Jose, the Sharks seek to trade him to St. Louis where he will subsequently be reassigned to the Alaska Aces of the ECHL. The Sharks feel that Heatley can have all the ice he wants in the great white north. They want nothing in return.

9. Upper management in Pittsburgh has decided to ship Sidney Crosby to the first Canadian team that makes an offer. The Penguins feel that Crosby’s life is endanger after his performance in the Vancouver 2010 gold medal game if he remains in Steel Town. So far only Minnesota has made an offer.

8. CBC has reported that the Leafs’ trade suggestion box (dumpster) behind the Air Canada Centre has overflowed for the third time since the Olympic break. MLSE is expected to pay the City of Toronto $1500 in fines for littering.

7. In true Edmonton hockey wife fashion, Hilary Duff has made a formal request that fiancé Mike Comrie be traded to an American NHL city. The spokesperson for the couple stated that Ms. Duff felt that her million dollar engagement ring was not safe in the sketchy part of Edmonton wherein Rexall Place is situated.

6. Sources in Atlanta state that Theo Fleury’s agent has been allegedly bargaining royalties to his book Playing with Fire in exchange for a tryout with the Thrashers in September.

5. The Florida Panthers and Tampa Bay Lightning have agreed to swap teams. ProLine is currently taking bets on how long it will take for hockey fans to notice the difference.

4. The Anaheim Ducks hope the third time is the charm as they make moves to trade Joffrey Lupul for Chris Pronger again. The hockey world mourns the loss of the In the Loops blog.

3. In the wake of the bizarre love triangle in the Leafs dressing room, Brian Burke has announced his intent to move Mike Komisarek to less hostile territory. Phoenix has reportedly jumped at the opportunity. Finally, a place to push the Peter Mueller card!

2. Sharks scout, John Ferguson Jr, has allegedly been trying to convince GM Doug Wilson to let Chris Chelios retire in a San Jose jersey.

1. The New York Rangers have sought to clear some cap space by dealing Wade Redden to the Dallas Stars. In other news, Sean Avery was suspended indefinitely for referring to the Stars as his sloppy seconds.

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Sunday, February 28th, 2010

After I met my very first puck bunny.

Continued from How I met my very first puck bunny.

About a month after that pivotal last game of the season, I decided to move an hour away from home (and my precious junior hockey team), and finish high school in Toronto. I was seventeen and still in the habit of coming home on the weekends. My friends were becoming more and more rabid for the junior hockey scene since their encounter with the locker room puck bunnies during the last game of the playoffs. Naturally, they had replaced me with some new aspiring puck bunnies since I was in Toronto for at least five days a week. And let me tell you, they had been up to no good.

A couple months into the season I found myself at a game with my friends and these new puck bunnies for the first time. They were in the habit of waiting after every single game, and the fact that I was the one with the car keys still didn’t give me enough authority to convince them to vamoose. Once again, I pressed myself up against that same spot on the wall near the locker room trying not to embarrass myself. However, I still felt incredibly awkward regardless.

One of the new girls had a massive crush on some of the new blood on the team that year. All the girls piled around him when he got off the bikes and was heading toward the locker room door. I was looking around the arena almost subconsciously trying to disassociate myself with the girls fawning all over this new guy who was supposed to be the next big thing. But as I turned back towards my girls, I saw his eyes staring right into me. The thought that he was probably watching me the entire time made my cheeks glow red. It wasn’t one of those harmless glances either; he was fully attempting to steal my virginity with his eyes. I could tell by the smile on his lips and the twinkle in his eye that I would be in serious trouble if I didn’t avoid him at all costs. Unfortunately, my friends had other plans.

Once lover boy had marked his territory, my cluster began bending over backwards to get him whatever he wanted, which just happened to be me in this case. I always thought this was odd especially considering that one of the girls was so “in love” with him that she was buying up all his merchandise at the team store. They went to some incredible lengths like impersonating me on the phone and Internet because I wasn’t interested enough to contact him myself. But I think the strangest thing of all was that they were no longer confident that my looks were good enough for him.

The night that he first saw me I was dressed in my usual fashion, jeans, ponytail, and no makeup – nothing special. It was kind of funny how my friends never stopped to consider that the way I looked that night was what attracted him in the first place. Instead, they would make me come over to one of their houses a few hours before each game so they could have a “pretty party.” This party basically consisted on me sitting there while they did my hair and makeup. I don’t think I had ever worn makeup before this, truthfully. And it wasn’t just makeup; they’d do things like buy me shirts they thought I should wear to the next game for no good reason other than the fact that they felt it was very important that he needed to see me wearing them. The whole process kind of felt like a “preparing of the virgin” so to speak; it was a bit disturbing and terrifying. I wonder if normal non-puck bunnies do this kind of stuff for their friends.

I wasn’t really into the guy at first, but eventually I came around. He was just so…pathetic. I don’t know how else to describe it. He was probably the first guy to ever really show a romantic interest in me. The guy practically followed me around like a little puppy dog, and I just ended up getting used to it. What I once thought was pathetic started to seem adorable. But, like all things, it didn’t last. The male ego got in the way. At that age the ego has a hard time keeping up with the body I think.

My girl friends flew into panic mode at the news that things were no longer working out between us. They had to think of plan to get themselves in with the players because they knew they couldn’t rely on me anymore. I still loved hockey and the team, but everything was still fresh, so I didn’t really want to have an overwhelming presence at the arena. I finally hit my breaking point with the puck bunny behaviour after one horrible game a few weeks later.

They lied to me. They told me they bought us all tickets for the game that night. We were allegedly in row J (out of S), so I was comfortable with the idea. However, we were actually in the first row, which caused more teenage awkwardness than I needed at that point. I really wasn’t ready to see him that close up again, but glass seats turned out to be the least of my worries that night. For the first time ever I didn’t drive to the game. One of the newbies got her licence and so she was in charge of our comings and goings. Not only did they have to wait around after the game, they heard that there was a team party going on and they decided to find it.

My last memory of my time with these girls was of me sitting in the back seat of a soccer mom minivan, while the girls followed the players’ cars. They just happened to be directly behind my guy’s ride as well, which caused me to duck down in my seat and wish for death. It was at that moment right there that I realized that these girls, my friends, had fully crossed over to puck bunnydom. The funny thing was that they hadn’t done any of the stereotypical things that a puck bunny was “supposed” to do. Puck bunnies were supposed to be girls that just messed around with the players, so if any of us fit that bill, it was me not them. These girls had just become so obsessed with the players that they turned our friendship into a type of business – the business of landing a hockey player boyfriend.

I never saw those girls again in the hockey capacity. They became more and more consumed by the way of the puck bunny until finally they were getting into some serious criminal dealings in their attempts to meet the team, like theft, vandalism, and stalking. They never got anywhere with any of the players, which kind of made everything seem so unnecessarily traumatic in hindsight. After all, they dropped me at a time when I needed the support of my friends most of all, and for what, a hockey team made up of complete strangers?! That’s why I laugh when I see my “haters” go after me on rumour sites, etc because they think that by siding with the player that I have an alleged conflict with that he and his team will magically know and care about who they are. That behaviour has always been a tell tale sign of a puck bunny for me. It’s sad that people are still that pathetic, though; after all, they don’t have the excuse of being in high school anymore.

You can see why I was suddenly inspired to research puck bunnies and write a book about them after this experience. Funny story: after all of this shit went down, what those girls didn’t know was that a few months later a certain hockey player was down on his knees begging me for forgiveness. Not only that, but we also had a bit of a thing again a few years later after he made it to the pros. I wonder if my friends would still think ditching me over a hockey team was worth it if they knew that this was the case. Of course, it would have been a less nightmarish experience if I was able to peer into the future, too. It’s like that song says, “I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger.”

Thus concludes Puck Bunny Month! Hope you liked it!

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Saturday, February 27th, 2010

Facebook kills puck bunnies dead!

Did Facebook kill the puck bunny like video killed the radio star? It’s another crazed theory of mine that social media may be a contributing factor to the declining numbers of these lovable critters. When zoologists study endangered species, for example, one of the variables they take into consideration is the food source or the chain of command in its habitat. Whether the species in question is the hunter or the prey, shifts in hunting practices can either cause numbers in one or both species to devastate or overwhelm the ecosystem. So, it’s no surprise that hunting practices in the underworld of hockey players and puck bunnies would impact the poor showing that these ladies are putting up on game day.

So how do puck bunnies hunt? Well, there are several ways from arena lurking to speed racing to staking out in front of the players’ homes, but maybe the biggest tool available to puck bunnies is the Internet. Arguably, the puck bunny uprising coincided with the Internet/computer take over in the mid ‘90s to the early 2000s, as did the more depraved aspects of hockey culture. Websites like Junior Hockey Bible and rumour forums were key contributors in the mass spreading of unsavoury hockey player related information to the point that these doings simply became common practice. The hockey “lifestyle” was born.

Naturally, the puck bunnies evolved with the times and began using the earlier and more primitive networking tools like MSN, AIM, and, yes, even ICQ to improve their games. Puck bunnies would share player contact information with each other on the aforementioned gossip sites (don’t get excited, dear, this activity is still illegal), and players began reporting that random girls would add them pretty much daily. The players and unattractive puck bunnies alike were loving this new technological advancement. True story: I remember this fierce puck bunny back in the day. She was a…big lady….I don’t know how to say that any more delicately. Anyway, according to her bff, who was in my grade twelve economics class, she used to send the players to a personal website of a porn star, who just happened to have the same first name, so they could see what she “looks like.” Unfortunately, for the hockey stars, 2% body fat and implants didn’t show up at their billets’ front doors, but fortunately, for our festively plump friend, seventeen year old boys weren’t about to tell a sure thing to take a hike. Everyone’s a winner!

But, of course, there can be too much of a good thing. MySpace and other social media sites started to put MSN and the like to shame. Finally, when Facebook opened its doors to non-university students all Hell broke loose. It was suddenly way too easy to know everything there was to know about everyone. Seems like this would be a good thing for the puck bunnies, right? Well, it was, at first, but then Facebook started ruining people’s lives. People started losing their jobs because of questionable photos or wall posts, marriages dissolved due to public extramarital flirtations, and the conflicts were not any smaller in the puck bunny realm.

Sure, there were the traditional hockey types that used Facebook to score with puck bunnies and cheat on their girlfriends. I knew one guy that didn’t use his real name (so his girlfriend wouldn’t find out), and told his targets to “Google him” as proof that he was really an AHL player. It was fun for a while, but then everyone started getting Facebook, which meant that the girlfriends started getting Facebook. Suddenly, the hockey players were being forced to fess up to their unfortunate relationships with the dreaded “Facebook Relationship Status” lest they receive a thorough tongue lashing from the old ball and chain (and not the type they like either). These declarations only resulted in massive swagger killing and style cramping.

So, why would the online revelation that the hockey player has attached himself to a rank hag deter the puck bunnies from their prerogative? Contrary to popular belief (and the belief is only popular due to the overwhelming amount of people that seem to think that when a hockey player has been linked romantically or sexually to a woman, who isn’t his rank-ass hag, that she is somehow automatically the villain/slut in the transaction), most of the women and puck bunnies that have helped the hockey players to engage in their extracurricular affairs were actually misled, by the player himself, into believing that he was in fact single. I know you may be shocked, but some of these women actually abide by moral codes which would keep them from having any hand in adultery (but, even if they didn’t, the hockey player is the one with the relationship and the responsibility to his girlfriend, the girl isn’t).

The revelation of the aforementioned hockey hag via social media sites, like Facebook or Twitter, is slaughtering the new generation of puck bunnies before they have even matured. The ugly truth about the rank hag disillusions the puck bunny early on before her initial interest and budding attraction in the player develops into full blow motivation and desire. With the absence of sites like Junior Hockey Bible, and the dwindling popularity of the rumour boards, this new wave of puck bunnies is likely not as familiar with certain truths about the hockey world and the fidelity of the players. Therefore, when the young bunny comes into contact with the hockey girlfriend’s online avatar, she cannot be bothered to pursue him any further, and her attention turns back to the hottie in her fourth period history class. Wow, who would have thought that the ultimate online stalking tool would destroy the puck stalkers’ game completely? Perhaps, we have a whole new wave of monogamous hockey players about to enter the pros to look forward to! Yeah…you’re right… probably not…

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Thursday, February 25th, 2010

The Bartender Factor: Why there’s no such thing as an American puck bunny.

Don’t go getting all huffy on me before you actually READ what I have to say about this. Some of the rabble tends to freak out whenever I discuss anything relating to puck bunnies. They seem to think that my puck bunny related discussions somehow translates to me labeling ALL female hockey fans as puck bunnies…riiiight. Like when I posted the puck bunny quiz, I received a nice freak out from an uneducated anti-fan who decided that my puck bunny quiz was offensive to women because it claimed that all women were puck bunnies. Hmm…this is where those basic literacy skills come into play. You see, the quiz wasn’t titled, “Are You A Real Hockey Fan?” it was titled, “What Type of Puck Bunny Are You?” which typically implies that if you are taking the quiz in the first place, you are either under the impression that you ARE a puck bunny, or you’re just curious and reading it for fun. Isn’t it interesting how pretty much ALL of the jealous she-haters, that seem to think they know more about puck bunnies and hockey culture than the girl (me) who wrote the ONLY book on the subject, are all American?! Read on.

Like I said yesterday, and like many of my American friends have admitted, it is pretty much impossible for an American hockey fan to understand the puck bunny culture and the culture of hockey that we have here in the great white north. It goes beyond giving priority and privilege to young athletes, as I know also happens in the States with baseball, football, and basketball players predominately. In Canada, it’s like hockey is the ONLY sport. Sure, we have young football players, basketball players, etc, but you don’t typically see them get anywhere with the exception of Steve Nash and many, many low income NLL talents. Male hockey players get all the glory; they are seen as the future “heroes” of the country. There was a recent legal battle here over designated ice time at a community rink. The girls hockey team was being jerked around so the boys team could get more use of the rink. That’s pretty heavy stuff.

I was browsing a bookstore a few years back and I opened an autobiography that was laying out on one of the display tables. The very first line of the book was something to the effect of, “As a Canadian boy I knew that I would either grow up to be a hockey player or grow up to be failure.” That’s about right. As I said in my post about the Olympics, the glorification of the “hockey gods” is what really got me into the whole puck bunny culture in the first place. Professional hockey players have always been privileged. Not just in terms of getting pity grades in school, or having the entire country graveling at their feet. They all come from privileged lifestyles and good homes. I’m sure there are probably only a handful, if any, of hockey players who clawed their way up from the gutter to the NHL on hard work and dedication alone. Hockey is an expensive sport. Every winter, since they were five years old, their parents had to put up money for new skates and equipment, not to mention the fees attached to playing at a competitive level. Not everyone can afford to do this stuff for their kids, so I guess what I’m saying is that these guys are likely to have been spoiled their whole lives, not just when they made it big and had the cash to blow on the collagen injections and eyelash implants of their stripper-like girlfriends. Where is the “hero” in all of this?

Now I’m definitely not saying that American women don’t throw themselves at hockey players, of course they do. Some of my hockey buddies were so pumped when they found out they were going to play in the States because they heard American girls were sluttier. Apparently, they “do more.” Whatever that means. Anyway, what I’m saying is that these women are likely not puck bunnies. Much like the anti-fans who can’t seem to grasp the basic ideas I’ve been laying out, many people cannot get past the basic stereotypes surrounding the “puck bunny” as an entity. Generally, people just assume that these are girls who have sex with hockey players just because they have status, money, and fame. Sorry, that’s not quite it. Any individual possessing those things will have groupies, like musicians, celebrities, athletes, politicians, business tycoons, etc. The puck bunny seems to be the ONLY type of groupie in existence that is attracted solely by the game the hockey player plays on the ice without the influence of money or, in many cases, tremendous skill.

When I was researching puck bunnies, I discovered that there were nearly twenty different kinds that all exist on a spectrum with varying degrees of interactions with the players. Very few puck bunnies try to have physical relationships with the hockey players. And I think this is the factor that kind of blows the mind of the average American trying to understand this concept. I had several Americans say to me, “Well, this puck bunny thing just sounds like the way girls are with all athletes.” Like I mentioned above, all athletes will bring groupies and gold-diggers out of the woodwork; money will do that. The puck bunny culture, however, is strongest at the Canadian junior level where the hockey players have local fame only and no money. In Canada, hockey players are to be revered period. Such reverence does not include blow jobs. It is simply the glorification of the player because he plays “our game.” Hell, many puck bunnies are guys!

Like I said, I’m not saying American women cannot display puck bunny like behaviour, but likely this behaviour comes from the influence of the Bartender Factor and not puck bunny culture. The Bartender Factor is what I used to describe the competitive female drive in socialized dating scenes. I don’t want to make sweeping generalizations that ALL women do this, but come on, you know you’ve seen your friends do it at least once. Perhaps it’s the fact that humans are biologically polygynous, so women naturally seem to try to compete for the best possible “mate.” I don’t know about you, but in my circle of friends we tend to refer to the guys that we are dating by their profession so we don’t get them all mixed up. I knew a girl that dated a guy that worked at a golf course, just so she could tell everyone he was a “pro” golfer LOL! But anyway, women tend to be attracted to the guy who stands out of the crowd, and I don’t mean in the sense that he’s cuter or nicer than the others, I mean in the sense that he has some type of authority over the masses. Like the bartender, for example. The bartender may not be the best looking guy or the funniest guy at the bar, but he has one thing the other hundreds of guys in the building don’t have; he’s BEHIND the bar. This area behind the bar puts him at a level of authority, and makes him a rarer and much more valuable kill. If you hit it off with the bartender, not only will your friends be “impressed,” but every other girl in the bar will be jealous of you. Plus it’s easier to say you hooked up with the bartender, than “that guy in the white shirt that said he worked in Hamilton, and I think his name was Mike.” And I’m definitely not off on this theory. The stories some of my guy friends have told me about their “bartending” days rival the dirt quality in the stories coming from the hockey player camp. Heard that expression, “I love a man in uniform?” That’s essentially the Bartender Factor talking. Essentially, even to women who may not understand the culture surrounding hockey or even care about the sport, they will still find the few guys skating on the ice far more appealing than the thousands of guys in the stands for just this reason.

Anyway, I am starting to believe that true puck bunnies have to have been brought up in the excessive hockey culture that we have here in Canada. Again, the difference between the puck bunny genus in Canada versus the gold-digger/groupie genus in the US likely is the byproduct of Canada have one predominant sport and the US having three (or four if you count NASCAR). In the US, baseball season becomes football season, and football season becomes basketball season. There is always a new sport to get into, and so one sport does not get all the attention or all the cultural significance. In Canada it is hockey season all year round. The coverage never stops even when the players are out golfing or vacationing at their summer homes.

I hope I’ve helped you understand the puck bunny culture a little more with this entry. I’m sorry my thoughts have been so scattered lately. I’ve been watching too much Supernatural over the last ten days, and I swear that show is made of crack. Speaking of…I have to get going; I think I hear Sam and Dean calling…

No white shirt wearing Hamiltonians named Mike were raped during the writing of this blog post.

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Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Why I hate the Olympics and other things that make me a psycho.

Warning: There really isn’t a point to this blog post other than to rant about various things.

First of all, I need to say that for my next couple of posts, you really need to make sure that you actually read every word that I am typing, so you don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. Not that it really matters; when have you known me to shy away from expressing the unpopular perspective? But if you knew the kind of comments that I get from some of the Anti-Fan Club members, you’d realize that basic literacy skills are apparently not possessed by everyone. Second of all, I should also mention that I’m writing this as I’m watching the Canada/Russia quarter final game.

I’ve never liked the Olympics. I don’t hide this fact, but I don’t tend to elaborate on my distaste for it either. I’m not an extremist or anything. I’m not going to protest whenever someone switches it on. Instead, I’ll sit and watch quietly, and, hey, the snowboarding is pretty cool to watch, I’ll admit. As for the hockey, I tend to watch it out of habit. The NHL is on hiatus, so I do what I have to do to feed the addiction. However, it’s not must-see TV in my eyes. If someone were to call me up right now, and ask me to go out for ice cream or coffee, I’d be out of here. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m still in my pajamas – I’ve been watching Supernatural all day *blushes.*

Anyway, I know this probably seems odd to you. How could someone like me, who is so involved in professional hockey, not give a rat’s ass about the Olympic Games? Professional leagues like the NHL, NFL, NBA, etc, etc, etc are businesses! There are some fans out there that don’t understand that. They don’t understand that the bottom line comes well before the best interest of the fans. Like this whole Phoenix situation in the summer. Granted, Balsillie getting the team THAT way would have devastated the world of sport as we know it, but Bettman put on his game face and acted as though he was a champion for hockey fans in the desert, and some of them seemed dumb enough to actually buy it. What do you think will happen when the Ice Edge deal falls through? Sure, the Coyotes are bound for the playoffs, but that bandwagon still hasn’t pulled up to Jobing.com Arena. Must be stuck in traffic on that horrible twenty minute commute, or maybe the roads are icy. When potential buyers get put off by the fact that no one is showing up to the rink, well, they aren’t going to put up the cash to save the team, just to watch their millions go down the toilet. The League, being a business, will NOT keep the team (or any team) in a barren market that isn’t attractive to buyers. So much for the fans, eh? I know I’m personally pretty amped to see how Bettman handles the media when they announce that they can’t keep the team in Glendale. My prediction is that the NHL will beg Jim Balsillie to buy the Coyotes to shift the hate from the League to the “greater of two evils.” Whoops, I’m horrible with Phoenix related tangents, aren’t I?

As a hockey fan, understanding the business side of the sport is essential to enjoying the sport. If you just don’t understand that there is a bottom line, then I can’t even imagine the bitterness you might feel with your team or with the NHL. I hear it all the time from fans complaining about how the owners of their teams don’t care about the fans. Well…it happens. I’m not saying it’s right. The fans are the reason the League is as successful as it is, and they do very little in terms of giving thanks. However, it’s that business side of the game that I love. I love to see how these major league organizations are dealing with attendance issues, on ice problems, and even scandal. And I guess that’s one of the things that make the Olympics so unattractive to me. You don’t see much of that business side other than when they make their roster selection over the months leading up to the tournament. But, of course, it’s not just the Olympics that make me sad…All Star Games and things too!

I wish I could end the blog post here, but, unfortunately, there is another aspect of the Olympics that makes me want to rip my eyes out. Talking to my American friend during yet another several hour long phone conversation, he told me that he’s noticed that Canadian hockey fans seem to be giving off this patriotic vibe of entitlement. Basically, because these people are Canadian they are somehow better fans than those in the States, like it’s our birthright, like we were born better. I had told him before that the reason I want to write my new book about Canadian versus American fans is for that very fact. Not because I think Canadian fans are better, in fact, I somewhat theorize that the authentic American fans are the “better” fans. American fans will never understand the culture of the game that we have had shoved down our throat since infancy. I will talk about this more tomorrow when I discuss American puck bunnies. While we may have grown up with hockey, our fellow fans down south have had to seek it out on their own. So, who is the bigger fan? The one who can’t escape hockey, or the one who has to put forth an effort just to keep an eye on what’s going on?

As I said to my friend that night, I hate the Olympics for just that reason. Not so much in hockey but in the sudden interest that the average non-sports fan shows in our athletes. Sometimes I see CTV pan to shots of random people at bars getting excited over some figure skating performance, and the looks on their faces make me want to stab myself in the eyes. It’s so fake. You can see the fake enthusiasm in the very way that they cheer. I’m starting to sound like Holden Caulfield, but fake people are not my cup of tea if you haven’t noticed. Fakeness kind of disgusts me. Don’t worry, I’m not about to go out and shoot John Lennon or anything.

You see, I don’t really see the point. Yeah, I get that the Olympics are a key factor in peace keeping; it’s pretty much the only thing the world does together that isn’t war, but as for the outcome, it doesn’t really matter. Canada won’t have more floor time in next UN meeting because they procured more Olympic medals than another country. A gold medal isn’t going to protect against threats to homeland security. And yet, Olympic super fans act like these athletes are heroes. They treat them like they are the men and women risking their lives and even dying just to keep their country safe. They aren’t. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing to acknowledge the achievements of the athletes, but let’s put things in perspective, shall we.

I guess it’s kind of a sore spot for me. I know you were wondering where Puck Bunny Month was going to tie in, so here it is. The interest I took in puck bunny culture came on the heels of my discovery that Canadian society treated hockey players like Gods. Again, for the most part, Americans cannot understand this culture, so all I can do is say what I have to say, and hope that you can make sense of it. I lost a bit of faith in humanity at this time in my life. I couldn’t understand how hockey players could be so glorified when most of them were these monsters that drank too much, smoked too much, and treated women like (swamp) donkeys and (war) pigs. I became very passionate about finding out everything there was to know about this subculture, and I suppose, after all these years, what I really wanted to find was that one hockey player who could validate the glory; the one who was “different” and actually deserved to be up on that pedestal. Instead, I’ve only found more of the same from the players – womanizing alcoholics with excessive lifestyles. And the fans, mostly puck bunnies in denial, continue to disappoint me with their misguided belief system that the hockey player can do no wrong.

Anyway, like I said at the beginning, there wasn’t much point to this blog post other than to rant about various things. Don’t worry, I don’t judge you if you like the Olympics. All I’m saying is that I don’t. I have to say, though, that this Canada/Russia game is pretty crazy. Coming into the tournament, I had Russia winning the gold this year…guess I was wrong. Enjoy the Games everyone, the NHL will be back soon.

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