…I have a new boyfriend…

30 09 2011

It’s 11:12pm, 1 minute past 11:11pm. Wanna know what I wished for?!

Yep, I wished for him

I know, I know…I was at a Bruins game—so I should be cheering on my boys. But really, I couldn’t help but just stare at Ottawa’s lineup. First of all, let me just say that if Konopka winked at me ONE MORE TIME (a total of 3 for the whole night)…I would have hopped the glass and– well, I’ll stop myself there…. No, I’m not joking. There were 3 distinct winks right at me. Like: slammed-up-against-the-glass-looking-right-at-me kinda winks. **swoon** Second of all. To the 50 year old man who stole the puck Konopka threw over the glass for me….YOU SUCK! He was winking & smiling at me, not you. Pretty sure, given the chance, he’d take me over you. Give me back my puck.

Dear Konopka, I told my friend from Ottawa to let you know I’ll be waiting for you here in Boston next time you’re in town. You know….to give me my puck, of course… [insert evil smile & devil horns here]

And lastly, a HUGE thanks to my Uncle who gave me free tickets to tonight’s preseason game. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to sneak my way down (past security) and into glass seats. I LOVE YOU! (PS– keep the tickets coming my way).

Anyway, on to the game. Bruins lost, as you all know. But…who cares?!

Timmy was a Boss, as always…

Timmy T, ladies & gents. Timmy T!

Lucic scored. (the one Bruins goal of the night…)

All I could think about was the song "All I Do is Win" when he scored...

But…he couldn’t do it without the help of his BEST FRIEND (and one of the CUTEST bromances on the team—besides Seguin & Marchand):

Horty <3 back in action

Oh yeah, and for my Pens fans…here’s a throwback for ya:

Taught Kris Letang almost everything he knows...

I have to admit, Gonchar isn’t the most photogenic person on the planet. In fact, I even got a picture of him picking his nose….

the alcohol delayed my reactions....but I swear...his fingers were up there...

Alright, it’s now 11:35…and I’m dreading my alarm clock at 6am. So when you see me tweet about how much I regret coming to this game (& starting my pregame at 4pm) —just remind me that I had a hell of a time & now have a new boyfriend. If you could also remind me to pop some Tylenol for my hangover….you guys would definitely be the best readers EVER.

Konopka: I’m waiting for you. Next time don’t be such a tease. Stop by & say hi. I dont bite………hard. Go ahead. Call me a puck bunny….I dare you ;)

God bless digital cameras <3

 

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Operation: Find Lord Stanley = Complete

19 06 2011

Beware. Longest post ever, but I promise it’s worth it.

I’m trying so hard to find one word to sum up what has happened this weekend, but I can’t. I was apart of Bruins & Boston history yesterday and it was an unreal feeling. As much as I said ‘Thank you’ to the players as they walked by, most of them said ‘No, thank you!’ You could really see just how much this fan base meant to the players as they grasped their heads and shook it in disbelief. More than a million people flooded the streets of Boston yesterday just in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Lord Stanley’s Cup and the boys they love so much.

But, let’s back track to friday night where the adventure began. According to Garden security, Baby Seguin had just left for his apartment (which I now know where it is…mwhahahaha *evil laugh*), Brad Marchand was on the 80’s Party Bus all night, and Shawn Thornton had the Cup with his wife since it was their anniversary. Out of respect of Shawn & his wife, we decided we wouldn’t try and find the Cup at the restaurant they were at…we’d just try and scour the streets of Boston for the Party Bus.

For such a popular bus you would think it would be easy to find, right?! Wrong. We walked around from 9pm – 1am and found nothing. But that may have been our fault…we couldn’t resist the 100 hundreds of bars along the way. Between country night at Hurricane O’Reily’s and Piza & Beer at Ernesto’s in the North End…we had our hands full. So we ended our night at 1am when we realized Brad was still out there and we had no shot of finding him.

4am came all too quickly…especially when 5 people cuddled in a 1 bedroom hotel room. 5 people + one bed + 3 pillows +tons of laughter = zero sleep.

so peaceful at 4am

So we staked out our spot on Tremont Street and didn’t move (with the exception of one bathroom trip) until the parade started. I will admit, we overestimated the enthusiasm of the Boston fans…getting up at 6am would have worked just the same. But it’s all about the adventure, right?!

While sitting on the curb shoving munchkins into my mouth, Brad Marchand drove by….leaving me speechless. I kinda just pointed (still half asleep)…and continued shoving food into my face. Hopefully, he didn’t see me (even though we were the only insane fans on the street at 5am). I’m guessing he had a great time friday night if he was just leaving the Garden then.

Around 7am, guess who we saw running towards the Garden, claiming he was late…

Mr. Jack Edwards --and even though he said he was late, people still mobbed him. Poor guy.

As the hours crawled by, the streets began to fill with black & gold. Buses & buses of Boston Policemen were shuttled into the city as well as from other towns outside Boston. Only town police I didn’t see was mine…figures.

Lets fast forward to my first sighting of the cup, shall we?!

Big Z & Lord Stanley

The crowd went wild as confetti was blown into the air and Big Z hoisted the Cup in the air. What you don’t get to see in this picture is Z ignoring the Boston Police & Cup Caretaker’s orders of ‘staying on the duck boat’. Chara decided to be a rebel and take the Cup off the boat and into the crowd so a few lucky fans could get up close and personal. From there he walked down the route and handed it off to the next duck boat in line.

That seemed to start a trend because then this happened:

Shawn Thornton carrying Lord Stanley through the crowd

Sadly, I was too busy trying to take a picture so when I reached out to touch it, I was inches shy. Security was not happy, but the crowd sure was. I was almost pushed over the barrier a few times, but it was so worth it. The parade was nuts. The only players I wanted to see who I didn’t was Baby Seguin and Timmy T (but read on…it gets better). We decided after the last duck boat passed us that food was next (plus a run through some water fountains–it was blazing hot out). Once we heard the crowd roar by the Garden, we knew the boys were finishing up the route and it was time to make our way back to the Garden for some player sightings.

While everyone was waiting at the Garden entrance for the boys, what they didn’t know was that the players parked on an alley beside the Garden. So we made sure the grab a spot on the grass and keep our cameras handy.

Not even 5 minutes after the celebration ended:

Lucic and his girlfriend walked away from the Garden hand in hand.

As jealous as I want to be of her, I can’t be. They are absolutely adorable together and she is the sweetest girl ever. Great pick Lucic…she’s a winner. Keep her around.

While I was grabbing a picture of Lucic, I hardly noticed Horton walked right past me with his baby in arms and wife in tow and Shawn Thornton on the other side. I quickly said ‘Hey, you’re you.’ (like an idiot and speechless fan girl). He simply smiled and nodded. Out of respect for his wife, baby (who looked so scared–poor thing) I decided to put the camera away until they walked past me. His kid was super cute, but noticably overwhelmed by all the attention his daddy was getting so having a camera in the face wouldn’t have been a good idea.

Nathan, baby, wife, and Shawn Thornton

Once everyone caught onto what was happening, the chances of players escaping without a mob was zero and the Boston Police had to step in.

Daniel Paille was one guy who didn't seemed to be minding the attention. What a sweetie. Stopped and signed for young fans.

Across the street, Andrew Ference was escorted away but also didn’t mind the attention he got from the fans.

Ference...minus any 'glove malfunctions'

I laughed when I saw this:

Marchand's truck blasting "Black & Yellow" while honking and grabbing some attention

Then out of nowhere, a roar errupted from the Garden and everyone rushed the streets.

Big Z riding his bike home.

Sorry for the blur, I was mobbed. Right behind him was Patrice Bergeron, another guy who got mobbed.

Bergy and a hundred of his closest fans.

He also has the sweetest girlfriend ever as well. Someone pushed me right into her almost knocking her over. I quickly apologized making her laugh and say “It’s ok sweetie, you’re fine.” –what a trooper for putting up with her boyfriend’s famous-ness.

By the way: Chuck (from WUYS)…I now know where he lives. Let me know when you want to begin Operation: Kidnap Bergeron …I’ll help you out.

No, out of respect for him, I wont be posting the picture of his apartment. Poor guy couldn’t leave for hours because of the amount of people surrounding it. I looked on from a distance and laughed.

The next brave soul who was escorted out with 4 Boston Policemen was good ole Tuuka (note: not wearing Horton’s helmet anymore).

TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKA

And last, but certainly not least, the man of the hour. Timmy T. Sweetest man on the face of the earth. Still smiled even if he was mobbed by half of Boston.

Timmay

The rest of the players had already left for Foxwoods, so that’s all the player sightings I have for you. I’m sure over the summer, there will be more as the mysterious–hard to find–Cup makes its way around the world (and Boston).

One more thing:

A lot of people in Boston were expecting Marchand to be borderline PKane (meaning drunken mess) and I sort of think he was. Or maybe he’s just a really bad singer…

While PKane dances, Marchand sings.

As much as I hate when Boston uses the Black & Yellow song (umm hello–that’s all Pittsburgh–leave it alone already), that was kind of funny. All in all, even though I only got 2 hours of sleep over the course of 2 days, I had an amazing weekend. I don’t think anything can top this. The images of Big Z rounding the corner onto Tremont St with the Cup in the air and Shawn Thornton running past me with the Cup will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. I can only hope I can experience this again sometime down the road.

What a great season Bruins. You deserve this. Thank you.

I will be making a Hockey’s Finest flickr account and from there I’ll post all the pictures for you guys.





Don’t Stop Believin’

15 06 2011

I’m reeling today. There’s no possible way for anyone to bring me down. My focus level is zero and I have the attention span of a 2 year old. Man oh man…what a hockey game.

B's win!

First off, let me just say that we hope Mason Raymond is ok and that the Boston hospitals are taking good care of him. Those boards can be very unforgiving and the poor guy couldn’t have hit them at a worse angle.

Last night, the Big Bad Bruins got inside Luongo’s head early–causing him to be pulled in the 1st period.

Poor guy.

Half of me feels bad for him…the other half of me is angry with him for some of the things he has said the past few days. I can now say that Vancouver is slowly making their way onto my strongly dislike list. S keeps reminding me that both teams are playing cheap and dirty, but like always…I’m being stubborn and swearing that Van is much worse.

The other highlight from last night?? –I basically cried when I saw Nathan Horton on my TV. So happy I got to see his smiling face again (and PS–he made the trip out to Vancouver with the boys! YAY NATHAN!)

If that video doesn’t make you misty-eyed….

The B’s have a chance to bring the Cup home to Boston this weekend and I personally think it’s going to happen. I’m not just saying that because they are my team, I’m saying that based on what I’ve watched the past couple of games. Vancouver is getting tired and we’re getting stronger.  I’ve been known to be wrong before and if I am…I’m be crushed. So crushed, in fact, I may cry. However, I will also cry if they win. Either way, tomorrow looks to be an emotionally draining day for me.

Bring it home, Bruins. Do it for Horton! <3





I’m in love

9 06 2011

This hockey club is making me proud. I hate the city of Boston with a burning passion…the only good thing about it are the sports. I would have never guessed the Bruins would go in these Finals and win Game 3&4. I guess you can say my faith in the team faltered a bit.

But my faith has been restored and I’m actually starting to B-lieve they can win this thing.

Last night was an insane game full of all kinds of emotions.

First, I saw this.

my heart broke.

Then I saw this.

I clapped wildly in my room.

Last night you were able to see just how much #18 meant to Boston & the team. PS- turns out #18 showed up in the 3rd period to give away “the jacket” that was sitting in his stall. What a guy.

Let’s do some recaps, shall we?!

Timmy got a shut out last night!

Boston's hero.

Loungo got pulled.

I think it's safe to say Lou's head is still spinning.

But Loungo isn’t the only Canuck feeling down.

poor baby.

This series has turned nasty. The chirping, hitting, and overall mannerisms of these teams are unreal. I normally don’t like when a game turns into a “my horse is bigger than your horse” match, but under the circumstances I’ll take it.

Marchand is just being a little pest that the Sedin Twins just don’t know how to handle. He’s playing dirty and getting under their skin–and there is zero retaliation.

Heh, sucker.

So the series goes back to Vancouver on Friday. I’m thinking now that the Bruins know how the Canucks work (down & dirty/cheap play), they have a chance of walking away with a win. It’s now a battle of who wants it more…and after last night, something tells me it’s Boston.

Let’s Go B’s!





Vancouver made The Bear angry…

7 06 2011

Saw this on a friends facebook page and just had to share. One of the best Bruins ads to come out this entire playoff season!

Don't mess with the Bear...he looks hungry.

And this is just another reason why I love Looch! S calls it bad hockey manners…I call it karma.

Do they taste good??

Now how awesome would it be if Burrows actually bit Lucic’s fingers?! I think I would have laughed even harder…

On another note: Aaron Rome is done for the season. But then again so is Horton. I’m still not happy about that hit, but at least the league finally took the responsibility of supplying a suspension.

Dear Nathan,

We love you and wish you a speedy recovery! We hope to see you on the ice next season!

Love,

L&S





Do It For Horton.

7 06 2011

I’m not really sure where exactly to start about last night…but let’s get the obvious out of the way first.

Horton…oh, Horton. I must admit, I cried when I saw him go down. Not just misty eyed. No. A tear rolled down my cheek. It’s scary and heartbreaking to see a player motionless on the ice. S immediately went into best friend duty by reassuring me that he would be ok. (Thanks, S!)

Rome layed a DIRRTY hit on Horton last night. In case you missed it, check it here

Pretty sure I heard the Garden erupt from my house an hour outside the city. It’s never fun to watch a  player go down the way Horton did. To make matters worse, he’s one of our favorite (and key) players.

The only good thing that came out of that hit (if there can be any good) was the way the B’s played. No doubt they were doing it for Horton. The second he got carried off the ice in a stretcher everyone knew that this game was meant to be for the B’s.

Do it for Horty, boys.

An 11am hearing (face to face in Boston) will take place and everyone is holding their breath for what the league will do to Rome. Will they suspend him? Or will it be the typical “it’s the playoffs” kinda deal? If the league is serious about eliminating head shots, what better time than to prove that than now? I’ll be following Twitter closely from work today to see the outcome.

Now, lets talk about that sleeping bear the ‘nucks woke up last night. If Vancouver thought they were walking out of the Garden with a win last night after that hit…they were sadly mistaken.

Dude, maybe we shouldn't have hit Horty like that....

The ‘nucks were beaten (in every sense of the word) to a pulp last night and the Bruins showed them exactly what kind of a team they could be. Vancouver, you are the first to land on L & S’ Sin Bin List. We are not happy. Not one bit.

Way to grind it out, boys!

Now if only the B’s can play that way for 3 more games–but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One day, game, and goal at a time.

Horton. We love you and hope you make a speedy recovery. We need your smiling face on the ice.

thoughts & prayers are with you <3

Now. Onto one more thing. I am NOT a happy camper. Not at all. Claude (for once) decided to change things up. I hoped and prayed the rumors of Seguin being scratched were just rumors…but they weren’t. Baby Seguin was taken out of the lineup to put Thornton back in.

And what’s even worse is I actually think he would have had a great game last night.

Put me in Coach!

By the way…S & I’s prediction of what time the puck would be dropped were wrong. It was 8:16. Darn. 3 minutes off.





Game 7 Hangover

28 05 2011

Last night was one of the more stressful games I’ve ever watched. I was so nervous I couldn’t even drink. My head is still pounding and I think I found a new gray hair….

I thought for sure Tampa was going to score and the Bruins were going to lose. The Bolts had everyone in the Boston area shaking in their boots. Roli and Timmy played the best games of their careers. Both defenses were on point. It was an even game all 3 periods!

But Mr. Horton ended up getting 1 puck past Roli for the game-winning goal.

Good job Horton. You are Boston's hero.

I feel like this is dejà vu…didn’t he score the game-winning goal against the Habs in Game 7 too?? Anyway, you get ‘the jacket’ Mr. Horton.

As much as I want to hate Tampa with every bone in my body…I can’t. Stammer…you are the reason. I have this ongoing love/hate relationship with you. More so love than hate. When you score, a tiny part of me jumps for joy…

When this happened last night…

NOT THE FACE!!

…while everyone else was laughing and making fun, my heart was pounding hoping he was ok.

like a BEAST...

...he skated right off the ice to go get a quick repair job

My heart swelled with pride when I heard he came back on the bench. There was no doubt his nose was absolutely shattered, but like a true hockey player he put the pain aside to try and help his team win there way to the Cup Finals.

I'm proud of you Stammer. You're a true champ!

I will miss watching Tampa play for the remainder of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. What a team. Great season boys!! L & S couldn’t be more proud!

Now, The Big Bad Bruins play the Vancouver Canucks for Lord Stanley. Without even having to ask S, I know her prediction. She’s probably on shop.nhl.com right now buying all the ‘nucks gear she can find. This is where 10 years of friendship pays off…I can tell you she’s predicting the Canucks in 4. She’s hoping the Bruins choke and Vancouver sweeps them.

Well…I can’t say I disagree with her prediction. I’m thinking Canucks in 5. My poor Bruins are going to get a rude awakening. Vancouver is just too good this season.

In order to lessen the chance of a heartache…I’m going to try and stay as neutral as I can through this next round. That way I won’t be disappointed/heartbroken/depressed when the Canucks win. And I can watch the games while being relaxed instead of ripping my hair out!

Sorry Bruins, I’m happy you made it this far…but I don’t think you have a prayer of making it past Vancouver.

So, Go Bruins! Go Canucks! I’m happy either way! (I hope)