All Star Shiz - part Un.

I'm almost falling asleep, so this will be short... but will be continued at a later date and time.

• East (Pretty Ricky) vs. West (Big Joe)... what to do, what to do?!
• Canadian Anthem by Kathleen Edwards... now, I haven't heard anyof her normal repitoire, but she was out of breath, flat in spots and sounded nervous as hell. Not saying I woulnd't be... maybe she had to run to the ice? who knows...
• Star Spangled Banner... Atlanta Boy Choir... Great tempo! The tune was snagged from an old drinking song, not a funeral durge. I heart choirs.... you can take the girl out of the choir, but never the choir out of the girl :)
• Oh Em Gee... Pretty Ricky miked up... and scored upon... teehee, "I take that back, my hip's killing me." "Don't worry about it" oh jeebus.... you're one jabbery man, Ricky. as Knob Hockey once wisely said, "Maybe someone should've spent less time running their mouth and more time shutting their five hole"

Paternity...

Paternity is a foul word in the locker room of any sport, but today, ladies and germs, (much like every day) I'm talking about hockey. It has been scientifically proven that hockey players make the best lovers due to their conditioning and the core strength it takes to play the sport on skates. As we all know, most hockey players take full advantage of the vagina that is being thrown at them from every direction - and really? Who can blame them - well, the young, unmarried players, at least...

I remember a couple times being at the dinner table with my brother and his teammates and saying that puckbunnyX was pregnant - someone's eyes would resemble that of a deer in headlights until I soothed their fear by saying, "No, it's her boyfriend's." Their reaction is perfectly justified. In my town alone we have at least 4 children of pro-hockey players that were concieved while those men were playing juniors (note: that figure doesn't include the 2 NHLers that live here in the off-season with their families).

That all being said, I've had some questions about my reference in my Game 2 entry, where Ma McP and I both referenced my dad. I guess I should give a brief explaination. (WARNING: Daddy issues ahead)

Half of my DNA has never really been a part of my life. Ma McP and I left him when I was a wee tot b/c of substance abuse problems and heck, if she could support the 3 of us, she could sure as shootin' support 2. Both mine and Sister's mom remarried and we have great Step-dads...

So as we (Sister and I) were watching the 2004 All-Star game, we realized that Marky-Mark Messier was old enough to be our father. We also realized that if our dad wasn't going to sack up and be part of our lives, we might as well claim someone that we actually liked and had a REASON to be across the country. Therefore, from that moment on, we claimed Mr. Mark Messier as our (fake)father.

Both of our moms are ok with it, since they don't like our real dad, anyway. I'm sure Mark would be pretty creeped out - as I'm sure anyone who didn't have a sense of humor would be as they read this. However, if you're reading this, Mr. Messier, it really is meant as an honour to you and a HUGE family joke. A father is someone who you can admire and look up to, laugh at their lame jokes and listen to the stories of when he was young and learn from their mistakes. Since we don't have one like that, we take those things from you. Oh, and don't worry, we're both intellegent, beautiful, young women with educations and jobs.