tales from wilmington
went to practice this morning. it was awesome. the highlights, though, happened off the ice before practice got started. passing right in front of us in various stages of not-wearing-hockey-gear (lots of boys in tall socks and cotton shorts and long-sleeved TIGHT t-shirts):
- johnny boychuk (best ass, hands down)
- tuukka (wearing a hoodie with the hood up; recognized from a distance by his chicken legs and sharp cheekbones)
- wides (in his robe with "bmw" on the back; much to the amusement of my companions, he and i had a head-nod-and-"hey" conversation the second time we saw each other after practice)
- zee (SO BIG)
- matty hunwick (holy christ so hot)
- d-mo (who said "good morning" to us; he was in jeans. HOLY GOD.)
- stuey (in a black cast)
- marco (shoulders!)
- michael ryder (who said, "it's freezing in here, eh?" as he jogged past)
best. practice. ever.
- johnny boychuk (best ass, hands down)
- tuukka (wearing a hoodie with the hood up; recognized from a distance by his chicken legs and sharp cheekbones)
- wides (in his robe with "bmw" on the back; much to the amusement of my companions, he and i had a head-nod-and-"hey" conversation the second time we saw each other after practice)
- zee (SO BIG)
- matty hunwick (holy christ so hot)
- d-mo (who said "good morning" to us; he was in jeans. HOLY GOD.)
- stuey (in a black cast)
- marco (shoulders!)
- michael ryder (who said, "it's freezing in here, eh?" as he jogged past)
best. practice. ever.