I don’t even think he whines. He certainly did in his first few years, but that shit’s long over. Now he’s just a really good player on, for me, a divisional rival.
I look for any reason I can to post this gif.
He like a good pro-wrestling heel. The way he works the refs, the dirty stick work after the whistle, fun to watch, fun to hate. The league is certainly better with him in it
Slightly off topic, but how many balls do you think have been in the Stanley Cup?
All the players on the Maple Leafs, for the last 50 years, have steadfastly refused to touch a trophy.
I think I can appreciate Sidney being a great player and also despise him; these things are not mutually exclusive.
SINCE A CANADIAN TEAM WON’T WIN THE CUP FOR NOW THE 24TH STRAIGHT SEASON, LET US GO TO GREAT LENGTHS TO REMIND YOU THAT THE MAJORITY OF THE PENS ROSTER IS COMPOSED OF CANADIANS. SO WE WILL NOW TELL YOU THE HOMETOWN OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM. PLUS, “KELOWNA” IS FUN TO SAY.
Don Cherry must be turning over in his grave.
Disrespects his own skill, that’s good. I guess people think Crosby should be some kind of angel out there (like the Sedins, who are disrespected all over the league for it), or else he should be fighting guys with half his skill and taking years off his career.
“OK sure, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Sid has grown: he takes dives far less often, and has learned to discard superstition and touch a trophy. He’s a big, big boy.
I mean, we all know it’s a second-rate trophy. Why else does the league send Bill Daly out there with it, when Gary Bettman could be out there gaining sustenance from the booing two more times every year?
I was convinced the Pens were going to lose after that first OT where Ottawa weathered the storm. The Pens looked completely gassed, and every minute that went by increased the Senators’ chances to win. Fluky shot to win it, but there were plenty of flukes to keep the puck out of the net in the first OT, so I’ll take…
Congrats to Kunitz. When I was 37 years, 241 days old, I was already 10 years into a serious questioning of my life choices and wondering why I thought a lifetime of mediocrity would lead to anything not considered ‘mediocre’, which isn’t nearly as fun and exciting as scoring a Game 7 winner.
SHIT FUCK DAMMIT FUCK ASS SHIT SHIT SHIT GODDAMMIT NOT FUCKING AGAIN SHIT FUCK
I worked on an automated twitter promotion once for a large skin care brand. We had a 90 minute meeting once called “how will people try to screw with us.”
I discovered lifting weights when I was 17 and someone told me you had to eat protein to put on muscle. I, uh, kind of went overboard:
First job: Baskin-Robbins. The owner let you eat pretty much whatever you wanted, based on the theory that you’d get sick of ice cream...bad move.
Red Lobster had all-you-can-eat shrimp at one point in said teenage glutton phase, and myself and a group of about a dozen friends went to take them up on it. Three of the group managed to eat over 100 shrimp (plus many cheese biscuits), and the winning total was, I believe, 172. Apparently an order of their shrimp…
Late teens/early 20's - First time living alone, unsure of everything. Felt comfort in McDonald’s so ate that every day, at least twice a day with the same order: 3 Double Cheeseburgers (Not fucking McDoubles), Large Fries and Large Coke.
This went on for a good 2.5 years.