Like, you'd think teams would be able to do something about ovi standing at the spot at this point. It's been 19 years and he's as gray as a wolf. That old man's hips gave out 3 years ago and he's still gonna put up 30, half of which are gonna be from the top of the circle on the power play. Top of the circle power play goal from Ovechkin. Sun rose in the east today i'm guessing? Oh, and it's gonna set in the west, too, I bet. Entire hockey players have been born trained and drafted in that time and we still don't know what to do about that fuckass yellow skatelaces refrigerator-sized piece of dubiously sourced Russian beef just standing in his little spot with his little stick in the air. But that's just how it be on this bitch of an earth
“um this is about sidney crosby and alexander ovechkin, right?” (also the detail about sid taking a yoga mat and doing stretches beside the pool… slutty)
I love hockey because the widely-accepted Inner Circle Of Greats is a Saskatchewan farm boy, a suspiciously Soviet-friendly twink, a guy whose name translates to "the best," a bisexual with a mullet, a Russian laboratory experiment, The Beloved And Highly Favoured Child Of God, and two unrelated white boys named Connor