OzzieFan30

I'm going to come in and embarrass Michelle a little.    Two of the Walleye players were giving her significant looks at tonight's game. One was Joey Martin, who kept checking her out during warmups. The other was Evan Rankin, who, when he skated by between plays, did that head toss thing guys do which is the universal guy symbol for "Hey. How YOU doin'." You know the one I mean. I didn't get any significant looks that I'm aware of (unless the how-you-doin' head toss was meant for both of us).

I am somewhat taken with goalie Carter Hutton, though. This is the same guy that Michelle was unhappy with after the last game she went to because he played so poorly. He looked fine tonight, though! And then at one point he took off his helmet  to adjust it and he looked even finer. If you know what I mean. She's still mad at him for wearing #30, but his bio on the Walleye site says the Wings were his favorite team growing up! So I will give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he's wearing #30 out of admiration for Ozzie. He's pretty enough for me to give him the benefit of the doubt.  

"Honey, look away, I have a good shot of Cleary!"  
















Goodness, Abby's growing into his looks quite nicely:




Apparently Conk thinks something is hilarious, but he didn't share the joke with me so I can't report back on sources of goalie humor:


Lidstrom using his Super Secret Sweden Powers to cause two Dallas players to collide behind him:




And here was the view from my seat before GIANT HEAD BOY sat down:

If I may, ladies, I would like to express my true feelings here.  I have been restrained to the point of comatose sedation in other areas of the board, but here amongst friends, I feel comfortable sharing the innermost contents of my heart.

KRONNER FOR SEVEN YEARS!!!

f*** YEAH!

Thank you for allowing me to share.

Enjoy your pillow, Pat.  You do deserve it for all of the joy you've given us with your tales of camp and for your support of our beloved team.

OK, we all have dreams about our guys.  Some may be better kept private, but for the rest of them, why not have a place to sharethem?  I get a kick out of reading other people's and would love to share mine.

I'll get the ball rolling....

I drempt that my friend Mary Jo and I were at an outside rink where the Wings were going to be playing.  We were waiting at the entrance where the team would be coming out and we had paper and pens to get autographs.  I had brought a textbook from school to study since we had gotten there early.  I went to put it back in the car, and instead of the radio, the car had a TV screen.  Pavel was on showing his RW jersey and pointing at the number 13 on it.

The sound was fuzzy, so I tuned it in just long enough to hear the words "number 13 was hit in the head by a puck and killed" then the sound went back out.  I ran back to Mary Jo and told her what I had heard.  The lady standing next to me on the other side of Mary Jo looked just like Oprah, except she was about 7 feet tall.  She told me that Pavel was fine, and that I had only heard part of the story.   The whole story was that someone had looked back in history and discovered that someone wearing the number 13 had been hit in the head by a puck and killed, and now there was a campaign to force all players wearing the number 13 to change their number.  Pavel was refusing.  

I was so relieved and thanked the lady.  Then the team came out, in alphabetical order.  I realized I had left my paper for the autographs in the car, so I dug in my pocket to find something.  As Zetterberg came by, I found an old grocery receipt.  I tried to get his attention, but he kept walking.  The tall lady grabbed his arm and told him that I hadn't gotten an autograph yet.  He looked at the receipt and asked, "You're not just going to throw this away, are you?"  I said "oh, no Mr. Zetterberg, I could never throw away anything that's been touched by a Red Wing."  He gave me an odd look and signed it.

Well, that was my first hockey dream.  Anyone else want to share one?  I thought this would be a nice place for them since not all fit in the category of "hot" or "icon".

Do you live near him?

No she just stalks him.  She gets up at 4:30 each morning and pays the paper boy a dollar for his paper and delivers it herself.  Then she taps his phone line so that every time they order out for dinner, she is the delivery person.  She pays for the dinner, but gets reimbursed at the door.  Sometimes she arms herself with religious literature and knocks in the name of the Prophetess Trixie, but that hasn't been working very well.  Once she pretended to be a shoe salesperson, but she and Ozzie have different size feet, and she was wearing heels, so that didn't work.

She's had her best success delivering singing telegrams.  Hey!  Dawn!  Here's one for you to deliver!  (Be sure to do the dance!)
Get your Village People on, girl!


Ozzie!  The folks down at the Joe-
they say
Ozzie!  Come back!  We miss you so.
You can play here.  We're sure Howard won't mind.
'Cuz you look so good from behind.

Ozzie!  All the gals start to sigh-
we say
Ozzie!  Don't get hung out to dry.
You're the Oz Man.  And we all want to say
We hope you feel better today.

It's fun to stop that ol' P-U-C-K.
It's fun to stop that ol' P-U-C-K.
Tell that bad groin to heal
Cuz we all want to feel
The way we feel when you're in net.


It's fun to stop that ol' P-U-C-K.
It's fun to stop that ol' P-U-C-K.

Ok, I'm tired of writing.  You can fade out or just be over come with a fit of the giggles or whatever.  Or you can write the rest of the song.  Whatever floats your boat.

And maybe take him some carnations.  Red and white ones.  In the shape of a jersey with number 30 on the back.  That'd be cool too.

Let us know how it goes.

I wanna lick his belly!



What?????? Quit looking at me like that!