Renegade Evolution has declared it “Female Desire Week” in response to a question from Laura at the F-word. I want to respond a little bit more to the question asked there later, but for now, I have no interest in being think-y, like, at all.
Me, I’ll bring out the hockey fan persona that I’ve thus far kept hidden from this blog. Now, even though this is FD week and all, I’m still a little bit hesitant to talk like this, because on the one hand, we girls aren’t supposed to be able to appreciate the male flesh, but on the other, we’re not supposed to be able to follow a puck around the ice because our boobs get in the way or something. So just to be clear, I do love me some hockey for hockey’s sake, and I will get into a long debate with you about the relative merits of the salary cap or exactly why it is that I’m pissed that Marian Hossa decided to go and score 12 goals during this year’s playoffs, but I will also fully acknowledge that while I’m watching these guys hit each other into the boards, I’m seriously contemplating how they might translate that energy in *my* direction.
Ahem. So, pictures…
In honour of the Cup winners (however disappointing I think it is) and the Conn Smythe holder:
I remember catching a glimpse of Zetterberg, Datsyuk and I think Lidstrom kicking a soccer ball around before a game in the tunnels at the ACC a couple of years ago, wearing…not very much at all. It’s not an image I’ve been able to shake.
Mike Fisher (there are far too few good shots of this guy…and essentially none of Alfredsson…seriously, is nobody else watching the games I’m watching? But…oh, the smile):
I do wish this one didn’t make me feel so very, very old:
Never been a Federov fan, but…
…now picture them shoving each other into boards.