TOKARSKI RISING: It didn’t take long for G Dustin Tokarski, one season from juniors, to pass Riku Helenius and earn the No. 1 job for AHL Norfolk.
“I expected that,” organizational goaltenders coach Cap Raeder said. “He makes it simple. He has an economy of motion, and he has the ability to play a lot of games.”
Tokarski, 20, who helped Canada to last year’s world junior championship, is 2-2 with a 2.27 goals-against average and .926 save percentage.
“There are going to be some bumps in the road,” Raeder said. “But he’s a good one.”
BTW, I am totally looking into getting an Admirals jersey. Yes, I love Toka that much.
This post has no organization or transitions because I have a cold and the medicine is making me loopy.
So, Sean Avery has a new website. And he was so kind as to have some saucy pictures up for our viewing pleasure. Let’s look. Click to view full size;
I’LL BE IN MY BUNK.
Also sexy: former Spokane Chief Michael Grabner scored his first NHL goal. Grabby has been racking up the minutes with the Canucks playing on the top lines.
Can someone help me fix my fantasy hockey team?
As for the Leafs? I’d really rather not talk about it.
What a cocktease. No pictures of the goods? Now, I need to see pictures of these abs in question. Its like, for science and stuff. I will be the judge of whether or not these abs truly are a distraction. I practically have a PhD in Mancandy. I should consider putting it on resumes. Just how “distracting” was it? Was it like when Christian Bale’s scene was totally trashed? Ok fine, I will post a picture of Aves that I have yet to see on the internets. I had to scan it. You better appreciate my hard work. This is from Interview Magazine. I can’t remember the date, but I am pretty sure it was before interning at Vogue.
Am I distracting you?
He is totally doing the boyfriend thing. “Oh wha– me? I just woke up, sorry I’m so tired, I thought I’d be nice and do your laundry on my abs. Give me a sec to find a shirt and I’ll go get you some donuts. You hate jelly filled ones right? Me too.”
I love celebrity gossip. I care about whether or not Britney is talking to Sam Lufti again. I like to know if Paris Hilton is once again engaged for publicity. It’s just something that endlessly fascinates me. It is critical if John Mayer and Jenn Anniston are on or off. Clicking through some photography tumblrs the other day I happened upon a photo which made me pause. This is the photo. Nothing too special. Well, actually I think it’s a great photo that is wonderfully and deliciously risque. And her shoes are so fetch. Look at the dude though. I can’t help but be really struck by, even though just a bit of him is seen, that it is Sean Avery.
The styling of the photo seems like it would be a magazine spread. Perhaps Mr Avery is the model in question. Or I just have an overactive imagination and would like to think that it is him. Shame we can’t see his tattoos to know if it’s him or now. But even then that could easily be brushed away…
Also, I have been digging through tons of Unwerth’s photos to see if there is more to the set. Which is a long process. Most I have been able to find on both Avery and Unwerth is they have both attended the same parties and fashion shows. I did happen to find an AHHHHMAZING picture of Avery and Martha Stewart sitting front row at a Marc Jacobs show. And on the other side of him at the show was Winona Ryder. What a stud.
Oh was there a hockey game? I am sorry, as I was so bored. The Chiefs uhm, skated and did things with sticks. And I talked about the random spelling corrections of FireFox to my seatmate. It was that thrilling. Who gets cupcakes? No one. Well Drayson Bowman MAYBE for being named CHL Player of the Week. But that was already covered. So I am giving the cupcakes to The Panel. We earned for sitting through a terrible game. I wasn’t quite shrieking “oh god the blood.” But I considered it, 4-0 Giants. Thanks for not coming out Chiefs.
I think the most important part of the evening when The Panel plus one went to the Onion for post game munchies. And I said about halfway through the meal; “Am I projecting or does our server look like Sean Avery?” “NO! He totally does.” He was a charming cat. No mentions of sloppy seconds and the Shirley Temples were superior in quality. I tipped him alright. So for those wondering where Avery is or what he is doing; waiting tables at the downtown Onion. Try the mozzarella sticks. Also, he was such a kitten and gave his Top Five Females when I asked him. I am wildly inappropriate at times.
Game on Sunday. That is just awkward. Drayson’s bro is coming to town. Woot.
As always, I claim to have content on the way. No really I do. But in the meanwhile…
Ohmibloggggg. Tonight, it’s the rekindling of the dynamic sparks between Sean Avery and Martin Brodeur. Believe me, I will be watching the game more intently than when I watched the final epi of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Like, I am giddy at the thought of fisticuffs and the boys getting all riled up. Why isn’t the NHL marketing the shit out of this game? It’s gonna have more dramz than season one of The OC. Or whatever the season was when Marissa Cooper went all klepto, started taking drugs and gave being a lezebel a shot.*
Cuthbert was kind enough to stand in for me when I couldn’t make it to be Sean’s date that night. I had a Chiefs game to go to.
I am jonesing. Is it hockey time yet? All this preseason action teasing; not leaving me satisfied. What’s a girl to do? The Olympics are over (mens swimming brought to you by the Hitachi Magic Wand) and baseball doesn’t thrill like it once did (ugh, ex boyfriends). Instead I am reduced to watching hockey videos and trying not to climb the walls. Oh how I dream of goalies stretching for maximum agility. I long for the rapturous sounds of a defensemen slamming opponents into the the glass. Mmm, the forwards pounding it home…
Pull my hair?
Yeah that is what I am talking about. Screen grabs of interviews with facial expressions that say oooooohhhhh soooooo much. More sweet sweet action after the jump. Take your time… (more…)
Dear Sean, Why you gotta be like that? I am 21, that is totally your age range, right? I am fabulously witty, if that counts for anything. I can talk fashion. If you can believe it. Homegirl may often rock hockey jerseys and Adidas, but knows couture. You wanna talk Hermes Birkin bags? Fine, because we all know Fendi Spy bags are like, 3 fucking years ago. Don’t even get me started on Louis Vuitton. It’s devoid of the class and taste it once had. Same with Coach. Every semi-alcoholic sorority sister has some Coach bag to carry her iPhone and a stash of Trojans. How dreadful. We can rhapsodize about how thrilling Karl Lagerfeld at Chanel has been and how his last collection was influenced by Amy Winehouse.
And it’s not like I am like Cuthbert who has gone to town on the entire Eastern Conference. Allegedly. Just sayin’.
I never pegged you for Calvin Klein. That is so….Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch of you.
Wysh did a pretty amazing write up on Sean Avery. Cock Knocker (Avery, not Wysh) sure knows how to keep it all interesting. And I love me some agitators. Am I going to be a Dallas fan now? Eh, it’s debatable. I didn’t entirely dislike them. I mean one of their draft picks is Ondrej Roman. Will I start keeping better tabs on them? Oh for sure.
And there is a video of Avery’s workout regime. Now, I am fully aware for some dames, Avery does absolutely nothing for them. But watch that video, and tell me you didn’t think about tapping it. Because I am sure all of you considered it even briefly.
So, Loser Domi and I pretty much freaked out with awesomeness when we found out that Sean Avery would be interning at Vogue this summer. As we talked about it, the project pretty much wrote itself.
If you have any tips, phone numbers, mayhjah issues, Mustache Monday submissions or don't like the flavor of Haterade; wraparoundcurl@gmail.com
On the docket;
Toronto: Spring Break. The TO could use a dame of my caliber.
hockey boyfriend power rankings.
1. Dustin Tokarski, you will probably always occupy the number one slot. Nice job ninjaing the starting goalie slot for the Admirals.. 2 Kyle Beach, we are just like John Bender and Clare Standish in the Breakfast Club and I sorta love you. 3. Milan Lucic, babe I think I am suffering from Lucic Lust... 4. Sean Avery, you scored two goals on the Leafs and all I could do was giggle.
