omg I saw that someone posted ryan kesler on google earth, so I went to investigate this and omfg im crYING.
kes and the rest of the team are all on google maps omg
actual cannibal carey price
you’re walking in brossard
there’s no one around and twitter is down
out of the corner of your eye you spot him
carey price
he’s following you, about 30 feet back
he gets into his blue pickup truck with the decals and floors it
he’s gaining on you
carey price
you’re looking for your car
but you’re all turned around
and you can see there’s biosteel on his face
MY GOD THERE’S BIOSTEEL EVERYWHERE!
running for your life
from carey price
he just got off the ice
it’s carey price
lurking in his ford truck
montreal superstar carey price
living on the south shore
carey price
plays professional sports
carey price
roping all the bodies
actual goaltender carey price
why does everything turn into a “Canada/America” debate
we are a bromance
we should act as bros
#longest unguarded border in the world say what #cause we got each otha’s backs #you fuck with canada #then you fuck with the united states #and if you fuck with the united states #well we probably deserved it and we dont want canada to get hurt so they stay out of it
SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL, Y’ALL.
Forever #28. Forever a Canuck.
RIP Luc Bourdon
February 16th 1987- May 29 2008.
i got 99 problems and all of them are hockey offseason.
“I decided to hide in his bag,” explained Ballard. “We put all his gear in his stall and I was going to hide in his bag and then when he opened it, I would scare him. We were bored; me and Edler were trying for most of the day to play a trick on Juice.”
As you can see from the picture of Ballard in Bieksa’s hockey bag, in the garbage, it clearly failed. Ryan Kesler and Alex Burrows were responsible for that. “It backfired when I got into the bag and Kes and Burr grabbed me after I had zipped it up and I wasn’t looking and stuffed me into the trash, which is just a garbage maneuver by them. “It backfired a little bit, but that’s okay, as long as you write in your story that they didn’t stuff me into the bag. I went in on my own as part of a different prank.” Thanks to Henrik Sedin and Edler, the Ballard filled bag was out of the trash and back in Bieksa’s stall when the defenceman was ready to get suited up for practice. Then the plan backfired again.
“He crawled into my hockey bag there and thought for whatever reason I wouldn’t notice my bag being three times the size it usually is,” smiled Bieksa. “I come over and looked at it and I see that obviously it’s huge, so I start kicking him and then I tried to pick him up and throw him in the garbage can, but he’s a hefty boy so it was hard.” To clarify, Ballard is not slender enough to fit into a regular hockey bag, he grabbed a goalie bag and put Bieksa’s number tag on it. Great in theory, the plan didn’t pan out how Ballard had hoped.
“When Juice came out of the trainer’s room, he just looked at the bag and was like ’who’s in there?’ He knew right away, it was kind of stupid. In my head it was going to come out a lot better.” All in all, everyone had a good laugh, even if it ended up being at Ballard and not Bieksa.
“He’s a little strange,” laughed Bieksa, “he’s definitely the odd one out of the group, but he likes to have fun and he keeps guys on their toes and he’ll often make himself the butt of the joke to get a laugh for the boys.”
For my art final, I decided to paint a memorial piece in honor of Derek Boogaard, Alexei Cherepanov, Tom Cavanagh, Rick Rypien, and all those members of Lokomotiv that lost their lives.
I apologize for not having a better picture, but the paper I used is almost four feet tall—a little bit big to scan at home.
At the very bottom of the picture is a list of the deceased, the year they were born, and the year they passed on.
If I made some gigantic error in spelling that I was too ignorant in my knowledge of Russian and Lokomotiv to catch, please send me a message—I still have all the paint and tools that I need to correct it.
Tom Cavanagh was used as a center piece, hugged by an ambiguous figure that represents anyone and everyone affected by his passing. All of these men have impacted countless lives on and off the ice.
Boys, we all love you and we miss you. Wherever you are, I wish you well.
“What does it mean to win? …there are no words”
I already got one! I just wanted a hug!
