Toews: C’mon! It’s funny … now. We were just getting to know each other. It’s the night before one of our first games in Canada as rookies. We’re in Toronto and the game’s going to be on “Hockey Night in Canada,” so I’m in bed early. Probably 10 o’clock. I’m nervous thinking about the game, but you’re out having a late dinner or whatever. You come in and start causing a ruckus. Doors slam. People are in the hallway. Five minutes after you lay down, you’re passed out and snoring. Now I’m awake, absolutely livid. My blood is just pumping as I lie there awake. Another hour goes by and I can’t sleep. It’s maybe 1 o’clock in the morning. You’re still snoring. I get up and start punching your bed. You wake up and start hitting me with a pillow. I don’t know if you remember that.
Kane: Oh, I remember.
I think this should serve as the introductory image for any potential victim being initiated into the 1988 ‘ship.
"Bring me Solo and the Wookie." [x]
Imagine your icon making you tea and wrapping you up in a warm blanket when you’re sad.
I didn’t think I was going to and then I did.
Two Bad Santas for your Christmas tree, to add to last year’s collection.
December 10, 2013: The Blackhawks bench lovingly congratulates Brandon Saad on his second goal of the game
OMFG THE FLORIDA PANTHERS THO.
HOW DO YOU RUN OUT OF GLASS.
CONGRATULATIONS JONATHAN TOEWS!!!!! 400TH NHL CAREER POINT!!!
GO JONNY GO
THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT?
13 year old Jonathan Toews was paying enough attention to how 13 year old Patrick Kane dressed that he can still tell you what went down over a decade later.
I’m just going to leave that thought there.
…remembers that he put his bag down and “slowly” put on his gear. How many new guys must you have met and played with over the years, Jonathan Toews? And the first time you met Patrick Kane is a vivid memory for you.
He walked into the room, all quiet confidence. I could feel my heart stop beating, just for a second, then start again. When it restarted, it was in time with the flip-flop of his sports sandals: ba-bump. flip-flop.
I thought I’d die watching him slowly put his gear on. Was I staring? Was it weird? I forced myself to look away, but kept being drawn back into his irresistable orbit.
So this was Patrick Kane. He was smaller than I thought he’d be.