It's over. Hard fought, but finished. I wish I could have seen the Pens go a little farther, but we have lost. If we had to lose to someone, I'm glad it was the Habs. I really hope they win the Stanley Cup this year, they've come up from being the number 8 seed coming into the Playoffs to beating last year's Stanley Cup Champions.
They'll be the Cinderella story of the year if they win. Everyone loves a good one of those.
Not an easy feat.
Jordan Staal rallied us late in the second, but not enough. Don't even get me started on poor Marc-Andrè. Probably think's it's his fault.
Better luck next year, and 'Bon chance' to the Canadiens!
-CE
Photos courtesy of Getty Images.
So Pittsburgh Penguin's goalie Marc-Andrè Fleury was featured in Pittsburgh magazine for this month, and...what a cutie. My mom is dying over this right now. She loves Marc-Andrè. If she could trade me in for him, she would. But I'm too lazy to be a professional athelete. And uncoordinated.
"I just love to play hockey," Fleury says. "I love to be around the guys. Since the off season was so short, I didn't get in to the gym as much as I would have liked. I wanted to put on a little weight, but I can't wait to get back to work and do what we can to do this again."
Today the Pens dressed up for Halloween for practice today since the team will be playing come Saturday night, and Marc-André Fleury, always up on these things, was Kermit the Frog (gotta love it), and Eric Godard was a Care Bear.
It makes me feel good that people still remember Care Bears.
-CE
Photo courtesy of Pens.
Every year the Pens do this thing called 'Student Rush' where students can stand in line and get tickets to a game for 20 bucks or something. Pens players have been delivering pizza to the students for a number of years, and this year Max and Marc-Andre were among the players delivering. What adorable boys. Love them.
This also proves one of my favorite theories: Have camera, people will scream. Something strange comes over people when a camera is pointed at them. You don't even have to tell them to act crazy- they just do. I've seen it when I've been in the front row at ND basketball games. It's insanity. Just watch the last few seconds of this video, it's crazy.
-CE
There will be a few Pens posts today, because they switched up their video system (oh the perks of being Stanely Cup Champions) and it took me until today to figure out how to embed them, so I have a couple ready to go.
This is our dear Marc-Andre, before their first pre-season game against Colombus. SO adorable. And, a reporter around 35 seconds asks the question that Kelsey, Molly and I were debating just the other day.
As you know, Marc has a teensy confidence issue sometimes. Not terrible, but he gets nervous. This is why Max is so important (and sexy)- he makes Marc relax. So adorable. But question: Now that he has won the Cup, will he be more confident, or more nervous that he's going to mess it all up?
Marc-Andrè Fleury is...in a word, hysterical. Love him and his happy-go-lucky ways. My mom loves him too. Whenever Marc is interviewed, she shushes me so that she can hear whatever adorable thing is about to come out of his mouth. He is always doing something adorable- like after they won the Stanley Cup, and a reporter doing a live post- game interview asked him what he was thinking when there was a play for a goal in the last few seconds of the game, and he said "I was like, 'oh shit!'...(laughs) oh sorry!", or whenever the poles of a goal make a save, he pats them and says thanks. Claims he goes bilingual when he speaks to them.
Sarah and Theo know how I love to make fun of poor Marc when I'm watching hockey. It goes slightly like this: Where iz de puck? Oh! Der it iz, I am sooo sill-ee! I found eu, eu sill-ee puk! Come bak 'ere Henri! (in a sing-song voice) My name is Marc-Andrè, I like to find de puk...
I am always ashamed, but speaking in a horrible French accent and pretending to be Marc always sends me into giggles. Henri is what Marc has nick-named the puck in this little game.
The truth is, Marc Andrè reminds me of me (obviously, this is why my mother finds him so irresistibly adorable). We both screw up in comic and seemingly impossible ways, and fix it in quirky, fun ways: Marc-Andrè locks him and his girlfriend in the basement of his house and has to break the door down. I lock me and my dog Sadie outside at midnight and have to go up to the fire station at the top of my street to call my grandparents.
Here's another example from Marc's day with The Cup: After enjoying a hearty bowl of cereal from the bowl of the Cup, Marc-Andrè decided to take the Cup for a spin in his boat, but five minutes in, the boat conks out. So a friend back at the dock climbs onto a Sea- Doo to tow in the laughing Marc-Andrè when on his way, the Sea-Doo dies too. More hysterical laughter. A neighbor came to tow them in, but Marc finally figures out that the rope was wound around the propeller and waves the neighbor off with, once again, a laugh. Worst part? His party-goers have arrived by now and are watching this from the dock. Ouch.
When my family went on a Disney Cruise a few years ago, we were docked on an island and my mom and I decided to take a motorized lawn chair out into the water. I mean, when I write it out like that, it seems like such an obviously bad idea, but the point is, it quit about five minutes out and we had to wait 20 minutes for the guys who ran the station to realize and hop on their Sea-Doos and tow us back in. In our motorized, floating lawnchair.
Marc-Andrè and I have the same views on life, basically- crazy stuff happens and life, and you either have to laugh or cry. We choose to laugh, mostly out of necessity, since stuff like this seems to happen to people like us with a much higher frequency than regular people. Anyways, the rest of the party was in the backyard of Marc's parents in Sorel where 200 family members, friends and neighbors were gathered to celebrate, despite being interrupted by rain. After yet another party at a friends house, Marc was escorted by police and firetrucks to meet Mayor Marcel (yes, like Ross' monkey on Friends) and 10,000 fans by the waterfront. He got on stage in front of the crowd where the mayor presented Marc's mother, sister and girlfriend with flowers (aww, how cute) and congratulated him. Also there were Beauchemin and former Stanley Cup champions Pierre Mondou (won in 1977, 1978 and 1979 with Montreal) and Eric Messier (a member of Colorado's championship team in 2001).
At 7:30, Marc-Andrè took the Stanley Cup to le Club de Gold Sorel-Tracy 'Les Dunes' for a private celebration. He and his family were able to relax over a dinner while off to the side was an ice sculpture depicting the Stanley Cup and his number 29.
I think the description given by the Hockey Hall of Fame journal summs up the day best: Never once relinquishing his broad smile, Marc-Andre looked on as a band played and dancing began. It had been an exhausting day, but worth every second of the effort it took for Marc-Andrè Fleury to share his momentous celebration.
Right on Marc-Andrè. We may get ourselves into some trouble, but we always come out smiling. -CE
Maxime Talbot. He originated it, we circulated it. Doing (or saying) what needs to be done/said in that perfect moment. It's like that crisp feeling of a coke on a hot summer day. That's popYEAH! It makes you want to dance and smile really goofy. Hug somebody (especially the happy-go-lucky hunk Marc-Andre Fleury). Seriously, in this picture doesn't it look like, just for a second, they thought about just going for it? Because they are just that adorably good looking. Definitely Marc-Andre did. I mean, that kid has a soul patch, in all seriousness.
Max has popYEAH! and he has spread it to us. Now we're giving it to you- in a non viral way. It's the IT factor, joie de vivre that just makes life better. The skip in your step. Everyone from a Stanley Cup winner to a paper pusher to the (ugh, dare I say it?) Lindsey Yuck-hans of the world can have it. And Max? He's got it coming out of that gross playoff beard. Yes, even that was popYEAH!
"Does it get any better than this? I always like to wake up every morning and say 'Today's the best day of my life,' and (Friday night) was really the best day of my life." -Max Talbot after winning the 2009 Stanley Cup with the Pittsburgh Penguins.
Marc-Andrè Fleury is...in a word, hysterical. Love him and his happy-go-lucky ways. My mom loves him too. Whenever Marc is interviewed, she shushes me so that she can hear whatever adorable thing is about to come out of his mouth. He is always doing something adorable- like after they won the Stanley Cup, and a reporter doing a live post- game interview asked him what he was thinking when there was a play for a goal in the last few seconds of the game, and he said "I was like, 'oh shit!'...(laughs) oh sorry!", or whenever the poles of a goal make a save, he pats them and says thanks. Claims he goes bilingual when he speaks to them.
ove to make fun of poor Marc when I'm watching hockey. It goes slightly like this:
tow in the laughing Marc-Andrè when on his way, the Sea-Doo dies too. More hysterical laughter. A neighbor came to tow them in, but Marc finally figures out that the rope was wound around the propeller and waves the neighbor off with, once again, a laugh. Worst part? His party-goers have arrived by now and are watching this from the dock. Ouch.
Anyways, the rest of the party was in the backyard of Marc's parents in Sorel where 200 family members, friends and neighbors were gathered to celebrate, despite being interrupted by rain. After yet another party at a friends house, Marc was escorted by police and firetrucks to meet Mayor Marcel (yes, like Ross' monkey on Friends) and 10,000 fans by the waterfront. He got on stage in front of the crowd where the mayor presented Marc's mother, sister and girlfriend with flowers (aww, how cute) and congratulated him. Also there were Beauchemin and former Stanley Cup champions Pierre Mondou (won in 1977, 1978 and 1979 with Montreal) and Eric Messier (a member of Colorado's championship team in 2001).
Stanley Cup to le Club de Gold Sorel-Tracy 'Les Dunes' for a private celebration. He and his family were able to relax over a dinner while off to the side was an ice sculpture depicting the Stanley Cup and his number 29.
Maxime Talbot. He originated it, we circulated it. Doing (or saying) what needs to be done/said in that perfect moment. It's like that crisp feeling of a coke on a hot summer day. That's popYEAH! It makes you want to dance and smile really goofy. Hug somebody (especially the happy-go-lucky hunk Marc-Andre Fleury). Seriously, in this picture doesn't it look like, just for a second, they thought about just going for it? Because they are just that adorably good looking. Definitely Marc-Andre did. I mean, that kid has a soul patch, in all seriousness. 
