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Kate, the giant is intriguing but the draft was TERRIBLE. SO BORING. COMPLETELY UNBEARABLE. You are SO LUCKY you’re a Bathole Camp right now. Totally.
(That said, I think we should make a trip to NU for prospect camp just to see Tyler Myers skate with Nathan Gerbe. It’ll be like a skating comedy troupe.)
Seeing the year he was born makes me feel OLD.
But I was like “yeah!” when I saw his favorite book is Harry Potter.
Not so much a giant in my world….A mere inch!!
Hi, Heather! I don’t believe you. The draft is the best thing ever, isn’t it? Sigh.
Destiny, I had the same reaction to seeing our giant’s birthday. Wait? Current 18-year-olds were born in 1990!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Dan, I think 6’6″ is the cut off between “very tall” and “freakishly tall”. :D
No, really, the draft was boring in the sense that it took FOREVER for anything to get done. Was fun to respond to the trade news, watch some of the action on the floor (we saw some of the deals go down even though we didn’t know what the deal really was) and we got to boo anything Toronto lustily and loudly. It was a great reception for The Great One. And for our Captain. I will send you some pictures when I get a chance to get organized. Must go golfing now with the spousal unit as payment for his enduring most of the draft last night (we didn’t make it to the end).
Technically, these “boys” could have been one of my children. NOW I feel old, and kind of ashamed of myself for lusting after anyone born after 1980. :)
I went to the arena for the draft party. We walked through the locker room and took lots of pictures of roped off Sabre stalls (Like they’re horses or something). I only saw two Sabres, Funk and Kennedy. Kennedy looks like he’s about 12. Seriously. The line was a couple miles long so we wathched the draft instead (boring) and my son bought a used Sabre stick for 70 bucks. His money, not mine.
My son also plays at NU so maybe we’ll run into a couple Sabres!
Oh man….Gerbs and the Giant skating together is such a fun visual….
Our Tyler Cuma (D-Ottawa 67s) was drafted first round by the Minnesota Wild. Would any of you Wild fans (what a great thing to be – a wild fan) or Minnesotan be interested in writing a guest blog for my Ottawa 67s fan blog to let Tyler know what he might expect as a prospect, a team member and hopefully for him a citizen?
I’d be happy to, Blitzen. Not a hockey blogger myself, but I do come with a Katebits stamp of approval. (She’s sitting next to me in New Hampshire as I type this.) Just drop me a line at samwise [at] urtext.org and let me know where to send it…
(Very excited about Cuma, especially if he fills out a bit in the next few years…)
Sam does get the TWC stamp of approval. It’s true. Just don’t ask him to investigate the weird burrowing creature in the path to your bat shack. He won’t do it.
kewl – contact will be made. many thanks. the TWC stamp of approval seals the seal!
i mean seals the deal! (am sitting in my bazego on my deck in the rain after consuming my share of the wine. fingers have their own idea of what to key. sorry)
Sam won’t investigate weird burrowing animals in bathole shack country?! What gives, Sam? What gives?
Oh, WHATever. It was obviously a small mole or groundhog or some such who was burrowing a bit close to the surface, probably because of all the tree roots on that path. I didn’t feel like terrifying it half to death. And besides, I was rushing to take some friends into town, and the burrowing was hardly keeping her majesty from her batcave…
and the burrowing was hardly keeping her majesty from her batcave…
Sam, I’m horrified. I was under the impression that Her Majesty expected to never have to cross paths with mysterious burrowing creatures. Before I was allowed to be friends with her, I had to vow to always clear the way before her of burrowers. Did you not have to do that?
One man’s small mole is another man’s giant, bloodsucking mole-monster.
Ignoring a burrowing creature is in TERRIBLE violation of the contract you all signed when I agreed to be your friend. You’ll be hearing from my henchmen, Sam.
You’ll be hearing from my henchmen, Sam.
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I’ve been inspired by the Sabres and plan to draft a giant at the upcoming Henchman Entry Draft, by the way. In case you were wondering.