The Oilers used Pride Tape at their skills competition today. The Kickstarter to get this tape to production still has a few thousand dollars left before it meets its goal.
hmmm sorry i know i’m literally talking to no one but it’s so annoying that whatever joy i feel for dr*i and tys*n is tampered by the distain i have for k*ne. and i knowwww he’s not the only bad guy in the league ok I KNOW but i just resent so strongly not only him but also this fkn redemption arc people are trying to force for him like sure it’d be cool if it was just a guy who struggled with a gambling addiction and fell into a financial hole bc of it but then crawled out of said hole and became a great player again but it isn’t it fucking isn’t and people just gloss over the abuse and assault and it’s not at all surprising but it’s not fucking ok
@birdcage kasper this is too good i had to add it thank you
[ID: a reply from user BirdCage that says, “what rly chaps my ass is that this isn’t even a new thing for him, like his whole career is just him getting traded for his off ice problems, going to a new team and being on his best behavior so he gets rewarded with a huge contract, and then him getting into problems off ice again etc etc the league and the fans by proxy are just enabling a cycle of abuse and poor behavior at this point by buying into his "redemption arc” over and over again and it fucking sucks" End ID.]
Smith: Hey, hey, you don’t become a puck-handling goalie by doing everything right, I’ll tell you that right now. My first time, I–actually in the NHL, my first year, I’ll tell you this story first, was one of my first games, actually, in Dallas. I think I went out behind the net and made just a blunder of a play, and the next rim comes in and I don’t go out and play it, I’m terrified now. So, TV-timeout, come to the bench, get some water, Turco looks at me and he’s like–
Armstrong: Good puck player, too.
Smith: Unbelievable. But anyway, he stares at me and he’s like, “What the hell are you doing, man?”
I’m like, “What?”
He’s like, “Why aren’t you playing the puck?”
I’m like, “Well, I don’t want to screw up again, I just embarrassed myself in front of twenty-thousand–”
And he’s like, “Don’t do that again. Don’t show your team, or the other team, that that affected you.” And I always keep that in the back of my mind, when stuff happens, even bad goals, like. It’s gonna happen. It’s hard to play a perfect game. It’s doable, but it’s hard. And so I always keep that in the back of my mind, that, you don’t wanna show anyone, especially your own team, that that bothered you.
i love that we have marty turco to blame for why mike smith is the way he is (via sportsnet)
I’ve gone and given my 2B pencil a first name. “Oarknot.” So now it can introduce itself like James Bond. #pencil #drawing #art #doodle #oilers #brainalleakage #jamesbond #inprogress #pun #punny
You wake up to somebody playing with your hair and soft kisses being pressed to your face and shoulders. You smile as you crack your eyes open and see your boyfriend. “Hi,” You whisper to him.
He smiles at you and leans in for a kiss, “Happy Birthday, my love,” He breaths onto your lips.
You wrap your arms around his torso, trying to pull him down to cuddle. He chuckles and pulls himself back up next to the bed. You flip around on your stomach, groaning.
“I’m sorry, babe, but we don’t have time to lay around today,” He says.
You turn your head to the side, so you could look at him. You quirk your eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.
“I have a surprise for you,” He vaguely says.
A blush and smile creeps up onto your face. Even after being with Connor for 4 years, you still haven’t gotten used to his presents and surprises. “What is it?”
“I can’t tell you that yet, but it’s for later tonight.”
You keep your face neutral, but you were wondering how late he was thinking in your head.
“I can already tell what you’re thinking,” He laughs. “You can still watch the game tonight.”
Your blush darkens as you were caught red-handed. “You know me so well,” You giggle, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Maybe it was a problem that you had to schedule everything around your hockey games, but you had been surrounded by hockey since you were a baby and that wasn’t changing. Luckily, you found Connor, who understood 100% and every time it happened fell more in love with you and your dedication to hockey.
It was later that night when the couple was walking in downtown Toronto. It was late May, the Oilers didn’t make it to the playoffs, so the couple had already gone to their off-season home in Toronto. Connor was being very suspicious about where you guys were going. But you were starting to get nervous as the Leafs game was starting in 20 minutes, and there was no way to watch it.
“Babe, just tell me what we are doing,” You groan.
He shook his head, stubbornly. “Nope, we’re almost there,” He kisses your temple. “Relax.”
You exasperatedly exhale at his secretiveness. He smiles at you, and you instantly relax at his comforting smile. You move on and decide to enjoy your birthday night with the love of your life.
10 minutes later Connor stops at your holy grail, Scotiabank Arena, your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you two stopped there. “What are we doing here?” You yell to Connor, over the loud noise of people surrounding you.
He just smiles.
“Connor, what the fuck is happening?” You question him as he pulls you towards the entrance of the arena.
He reaches for something stuffed under his hoodie. Your confusion grows as he pulls out your favorite jersey. He hands it to you and gestures to the arena and your jersey. “Happy Birthday!”
You bite your lip, trying to contain your huge smile. You went to Leafs’ games all the time, but Connor never went with you. It was almost a rule with him, but now here he was. “Really?” You ask him in disbelief.
He shyly shrugs, “It’s your birthday and I knew how much this would mean to you so,” He blushes.
You quickly put on your Morgan Rielly jersey then jump onto him with an excited hug. Connor laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Thank you so much,” You kiss his neck from where your head was situated.
He lets you go, “You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” He smirks and reaches to pull up his hoodie.
Your eyebrows shoot up as you think he’s going to take off his shirt…you wouldn’t mind that, but you felt the hundreds of people surrounding you would.
Your jaw drops as he reveals a Toronto Maple Leafs’ shirt. “What the fuck.”
“I love you very much,” He kisses you on the cheek while you still looked at him in shock.
“Is that my brothers?” You ask him, laughing. He nods, laughing too.
“I wanted this to be a special birthday for you,” He admits.
You smile at him and peck his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, come on or we will miss the game,” He pulls you into a security line.
Throughout the game, nobody has recognized him. He wore his cap especially low on his face, and nobody expected Connor McDavid to be at a Leafs game, so he was in the clear. Until the intermission cameras.
Connor nudged you as a message came up on the Jumbotron. “Happy Birthday to Y/N! From the Toronto Maple Leafs Organization!” The camera came in your direction, you smiled and waved at the camera as you came up on the large screen.
It was the mistake that Connor accidentally moved towards you when the cameraman got a peek under his cap.
The camera instantly was glued to his face, and everybody around us was taking pictures. You shoved your face into Connor’s side as you giggled uncontrollably. You felt him laughing too occasionally.
“Glad you’re enjoying this,” He eventually said when everything had calmed down, and the game went back on.
You smile at him widely. “I am, thank you!” You say sarcastically. “Thank you for everything, Con. Best birthday ever.”
Your phone buzzes at a new notification from Instagram. You pick it up curiously and start burst out laughing at what’s on your phone. Connor curiously looks over your shoulder and groans at what you’re looking at.
“I will be hearing about this for the rest of my life,” He groans and sinks down into his seat.
NHL posted!
NHL Connor McDavid and his girlfriend at a Toronto Maple Leafs game. Never thought you’d see Connor in a Leafs shirt eh?
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yourusername HAHAHAHAH oh this is good
edmontonoilers connor how could you
mcdavid97 oh god
torontomapleleafs glad he’s come to his senses — yourusername me too
A/N: And so we kick off the 31 days of December blurbs! This has been such a fun project to put together so I really hope you enjoy these daily mini fics! And yes, Tyson is still in fact on the Avs here.
