Tuesday, February 20, 2007

In the Box, High Sticking

An enthusiastic female fan of Sidney Crosby and the Pittsburgh Penguins expresses her desire for young Mr. Crosby to aim for the "five hole." In hockey parlance, that’s the, uh, open space (?) between the, uh, goaltender’s (?) legs.

Goal. Tender. So that’s what the kids are calling it these days. Huh. Who knew?

Photo is courtesy of Deadspin via The Burgh Blog. Make sure to read the Deadspin reader comments.

The young woman's family must be very proud.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

It’s Shrove Tuesday, also known as Fat Tuesday or, as an old buddy liked to call it, “Fat-ass Tuesday.” Until Easter, depending on your predeliction, Fat Tuesday represents the last opportunity to get Fat, to indulge, to eat jelly donuts, beignets, étouffée, Shrimp Po’ Boys, gumbo, crawfish stew and jambalaya … plus, of course, your adult beverage(s) of choice.

Personally, Joey Porter’s Pit Bulls lament that every day isn’t Fat Tuesday, but that’s just us.

Laissez les bon temps rouler! (“Let the good times roll!”)

“Down south in New Orleans, the prettiest girl I ever seen
Sparklin' eyes, lips so sweet, we make the love to the rhumba beat
Ship's at anchor, my suitcase packed
Got a one way ticket, I ain't comin' back
Life's a pleasure, love's no dream
Down south in New Orleans

“My green-eyed baby, I'm on my way
Back into your arms to stay
I'm tired of work, I want to play
And I love you night and day”