Back in the land of oil and honey for a few days, I managed to score tickets to tonight's tilt against the Devils of New Jersey. And I will make a point of shout, shout, shouting at them. The Prez is gonna be there too, so we'll be holding our annual Hot Oil Symposium during the second intermission behind some garbage cans under section 118. Motions will be passed, makeovers will be done, and Oiler-related swooning will ensue. Or something. Anyways, I GOTS OILER TICKETS! GO! OIL!
But instead I'm writing about visiting Edmonton. That's right folks, the Loxy is in the Edmonton. For 3 nights only! Last night, I visited this fun dueling piano bar called Ivory something-or-other. In the crowd was local celebrity and stealer of the term "Scorcoff", Gene Principe.
I would've taken a picture of him doing dirty dances with a blonde lady, but by that time, the place had cleared out pretty much and I would've looked like a paparazzi. I should've talked to him. I should've accused him of stealing our word. I was not a very good investigative journalist!
We're down to the final four Hot-Off contenders: Moreau, Hemsky, Staios (WTF?), and Souray. Today's matchup pits a Czech against a Chopper. A propensity to pass against a propensity to collect freak injuries. Who's it going to be? VOTE NOW.
Evidence that we have slipped into Bizarro Oil Country:
1) The Oil pulled a win out of their asses last night to defeat that douche CFP. 2) Moreau's wingman Staios managed to beat reasonably-attractive Marty Reasoner in the Hot-Off.
Me am not ready to end this week's ugly-contest!
Hockey-player-Souray am in perfect health and am have excellent minus-rating! Do not vote against Souray!
Hockey-player-Torres am not half-alive and am not unperplexed none of the time. Do not vote against Torres!
Dustin Penner - overweight and overpaid when he showed up to training camp. But there is a longing in those eyes, a brightness that shouts "hey guys, I already won a stanley cup, it's all downhill from here". And we long for better days.
Ethan Moreau - a man cursed with a beautiful face and a brittle body. He plays so hard, when he actually gets to play. Will this be another season where his grinding stride doesn't hit the ice? Maybe it's meant to be. He looks better in a suit.
Slowly but surely, we're making our way toward the championship battle in the 2007 Hot-Off. As we close in on the Finals, the competition is getting more and more fierce. And by fierce, I mean like Tyra Banks, not like Tatiana the tiger.
In round 1 of the quarter-finals, we have Hemsky versus Brodziak. Which is sexier: neck-scars, or black eyes? VOTE NOW.
He might be a favorite of the ladies at Hot-Oil, but he's not your favorite. The Rod has been defeated.
This one will be close. The squee factor is high. Dreamy dimples or shiny hair? I don't care who wins this one. I'm just happy Ulanov made it into the second round, thanks to a win by default. Also, assists are sexy.
Through Facebook campaigning, my boyfriend Dwayne Roloson has been ruthlessly cut from this competition, and I get the feeling that the rest of the Oil will fall to the same fate if these Marty-faithful Facebookers (who are not regular readers of this blog, may I add) are called to action each round. Which would be BORING. Shall we just call it a day and declare Marty the winner now?
If you don't think so, please feel free to vote in today's showdown. Sanderson versus Staios. This is the battle for the basement, folks, so vote wisely.
What's hotter? A -2 rating or serious gastrointestinal distress? YOU DECIDE.
In other news, the roster page has finally been updated. The team is a lot smiley-er this year, so I'm guessing the photographer used a puppet of some sort. Overall, the photos are pretty good (Brodziak looks HOT, yo), but sweet mother of god what happened to Roy and Pouliot? Not even my junior high photo where I had a perm and braces was this bad.
In other other news, GOILERS! No Poop for you. Penner wins.