Last night was a less than enjoyable evening of hockey. I was nursing a bad headache, and to make matters worse, one by one I watched all my secondary teams fall. I stayed up too late watching the stinky Sharks come from behind to win. (Soupy’s refusal to hand over the puck for a Flames game winning goal was a real downer, to be honest.)
So, as I often do, I wandered over to cuteoverload, to cheer myself up. There, I followed a link, and found this. It’s the nice story of handsome bear wranglers monitoring precious Maine bears. It has nothing to do with hockey at all, which is why I can recommend it so confidently. Hee.
I’m not going to let these cute little bears distract me from the fact that they’ll grow up to be godless killing machines.
It has EVERYTHING to do with hockey, Kate! Our new AHL team might be IN Maine! These bears are about to become HUGE Sabres fans!
Ok, I can’t lie I actually took a minute to find a connection. That’s the best I could come up with. Hold on…Ok, here ya go: Bears…Big Bear…New England is kind of near Quebec…is that Steve Bernier’s aunt and cousin baby cubs? I think so.
Jon, you’re right. These bears are enemy #1.
Anne, those are totally Big Bear’s relatives. I’m surprised they didn’t find Steve Bernier down there, all hunkered down and drowsy.
I know why they call him Big Bear now. Because he tends to hibernate.
Fact: bears eat beets. Bears, beets, Battlestar Gallactica.
But those bear cubs are absolutely adorable.
handsome, bearded bear monitors! maybe i should move to Maine…