We have all dated Brad Marchand, and other miscellany
Here are some really late thoughts on a bunch of stuff.
Hey, everyone criticizing Gisele. Have you, like, ever loved anyone? The woman said a couple of angry words in front of an elevator and people acted like she ran down the hallway screaming, ripped off that Giants fan’s arms and beat him to death with them.
Then set him and half his friends on fire.
As to whether that’s appropriate or not, when was the last time you thought before you acted when your significant other was loudly being crapped on by some idiot?
Nos Canadiens de Montréal
Carey Price. That is all.
When he snubbed the White House, my biggest (maybe only) problem with it was that he took something that wasn’t about him, or the President, or politics at all, and made it all about him, the President and politics.
But that involved his teammates and the White House.
This new rant Tummy posted on his Facebook page from his cabin deep in the woods is something he apparently does all the time, and also, something that doesn’t actually impact anyone but himself. It’s not a thing. We don’t need to give a Kaleta’s ass about it at all.
As Wysh points out, we should make our Twitter jokes about it, and move on. Unfortunately the Boston sports media isn’t so much about the funny and more about the RUN THE BEST ATHLETES OUT OF TOWN. By morning, I expect sixteen stories about how everyone on the roster pleads daily with Chiarelli to trade the evil guy that’s probably going to win them a second Stanley Cup in a row (I’m already stocking up on heroin for the occasion) for a bag of pucks.
So a while ago I was thinking, which is usually where I start to go wrong, and I realized that this guy I had a brief thing with back at university looks (or at least looked, at the time) disturbingly like Brad Marchand. I voiced this to a couple of my friends. Turns out one of them went to prom with a Marchand lookalike. Another dated a lookalike for months. Every time I tell someone this, they laugh at me, then they go away for a while and then suddenly they come back and tell me “So, I was thinking about it, and…”
So take a good look at this picture, think about it, and tell me if you’ve ever dated Brad Marchand. I apologize in advance.
ESPN has apparently (not very publicly) apologized for and removed the “complain about female commentators” option from its website. I had honestly been hoping that the reason it was there at all was to filter out ignorant misogynist rants from crazies and send them straight to the spam box, but apparently not. Disappointing.
Bell’s Let’s Talk initiative
If you talked today, or if you talked before, or if you ever plan to talk, thank you. I know what kind of courage it takes to tell people about your experience with mental illness. I know what kind of courage it takes because I do not yet have that courage. I may never have it, although I hope that’s not the case. So thank you.