Profile of #35 Sean Connors, goaltender for the Blazers

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you 'crazy-dancin-gay-white-guy.' He enjoys doing the YMCA and having people stuff his drawers with dollar bills. And thank God he doesn't show up to every game.

***NEWSFLASH***

HEY PEOPLE --- I AM NOT FUCKING INVISIBLE --- JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW, IN CASE YOU HAD FORGOTTEN

Don't adjust your TV; I did this on purpose...

If you thought that was nice...

Holy hell...I don't even know where to begin with this one...I tried ten times to rotate this damn picture, but to no avail. I had also left the flash on my camera, which is apparently a big no-no with regard to player safety...not to mention the brief blinding sensation you suffer from momentarily.

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It was a good week...

...in the central hockey league. The Blazers played three games and won all of them (HOORAY). The game last Tuesday was the 2nd annual kids' day game. I got to take the day off and was in absolute hockey glory. But the highlight of the week, without a doubt, was last night when the Blazers played the Wichita Thunder (I think I used my favorite word no less than 60 times...I'm not sure...I lost count after 20). The two most notable names for Wichita are Travis Clayton and Jason Duda...both first class assholes (if anyone from Wichita happens to be reading this, I can legally get away with saying that because I've been UNfortunate to have met the pair). Anywho, everybody and their dog had signs last night. The best one was over in section 105 and said "Clayton and Duda starring in Brokeback Thunder." It was a beautiful thing. The second best sign goes to section 120...someone had drawn a picture of a ref with his head stuck up his butt...another thing of beauty. I got to see beer guy for the first time in 2 1/2 weeks. If only crazy dancing gay white guy had been there...

The Blair Julie Project

What else could I do?!? The fight was over and the guys were in the penalty boxes.

The human body was NOT made to bend this way...

#82, forward Jared Dumba, doing some bizarre warm-up-pregame-skate-stretching ritual.

Money definitely well spent...

This was taken during the Military Appreciation Day game. The guys wore these great camouflage jerseys which were auctioned off after the game. Extras were made and sold at the souvenir tables. They were sold out before the first period ended. The visible faces are #26 defenseman Joe Dustin (one of the few true Americans on the team), and #39 goaltender Sebastian Centomo (recalled up to Manitoba, but will return during the Olympic break).

Guess who's coming for dinner...

One of the perks of being a booster club member. At the Christmas dinner we sat with #5, defenseman Shawn Germain. Booster members could 'adopt' players and buy them sensible gifts...although I have yet to figure out what makes a John Deere hat sensible.

Proof that my camera works outside the Ford Center...

This was taken at Myriad Gardens. I could use an entire memory card at this place.

"Hey! Let's play king of the mountain!"

...or...

"Three little turtles climbing on a rock. One fell off and tore his sock."

...or...

"Stupid humans; wasting all that turtle wax on their stupid cars."

More leaves...

I gaze intently at my prey

gathered peacefully and unknowing

at the water's edge.

I am patient and still.

I am as silent

as the impending death.

I am swift.

I am unseen.

I am the lioness.

You'll wish I hadn't posted this one...

Does anyone remember an old laxative commercial for Doxidan (sp)? I think it said, "as sure as the sun rises." Or in this case as the sun sets. I tried to warn you folks.

Right place at the right time...

...rather an appropriate title, don't you think? I helped a friend with the Indian taco booth at the arts festival last summer. During a break I was walking around taking pictures, and was fortunate enough to find this guy standing on a fence post shaking his groove thing. His mother must be proud.

Back-up goal tender Corey Wogtech.....former model for Abercrombie & Fitch.....what do you think of this Sammy?!?





#28 Garrett Prosofsky.....assistant captain...fence straddlers, don't ya love 'em?





I sneezed.....that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

And the earth did tremble...

Ladies, gentlemen, and whatever else, I have officially crossed the line from hick to redneck...possibly even to dare I say it white trash.

It all went down last Saturday. The night started with another great hockey game (my blood pressure is still elevated...my boys had me worried during the first two periods). Me and my group of yahoo-ligans went to the after party in Bricktown. Things were going great until #8 Marty Standish announced to the world "no autographs until I pee." Gee, thanks alot Marty...hope everything came out okay.

Anywho, the evening went down the crapper as we were leaving the restaurant. It must be one of Murphy's Laws that the sober person will be the one to make a complete jackass out of herself...and I did...as I went stumbling down the front steps of the Halftime Sports Grill. My face and ass are fortunately bruise and scrape free. Needless to say, however, that I have no more self esteem...especially since the entire Blazers roster were at the top of the steps saying "nice landing."

The team went to one of the clubs and I proceeded on to my car. At the corner near the club was a street musician. #35 Sean Connors asked the guy if he could play, and the guy let him. Oh my God! I wish I could turn back time...I wish I could learn to think before I speak...I started shouting "Freebird! Freebird!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was when time ceased and the earth began to tremble. Am I being terribly "un-Southern" by hating that damn song?!?