As you probably know, the Pens have been having prospect camp. No one in PH-land has been able to attend prospect camp, so we recommend checking out the vids/commentary from Eric P at Pensblog: day 1 day 2 day 3 Prospect camp concludes tomorrow with a 3pm practice at Southpointe. We may update this post later with info from friends who got to attend camp today/earlier in the week. Also, does Eric Tangradi's voice scare anybody else? It's so deep. Kind of unreal.
You know it's summer 'cause there's some big time video about installing carpet:
CEC got the Frozen Four in 2013. Wooooo and stuff, yeah you probably knew all this already. But it is July and we've got nothing. We're trying to put together some kind of coloring activity for everybody.
BUT IN THE MEANTIME: Last post, somebody suggested a Blingee challenge. So, we present: The Jailbait Blingee Challenge! Blingee current prospects from around the NHL and/or European leagues. For players who are now older than 21, feel free to use an old picture. The winner will receive a secret prize package to be determined later, but all submissions will be posted for your enjoyment/seizure. example:
Don't be shy! E-mail to
and use "U-21 Championships" as your subject line. Woooooooooo
The Penguins announced yesterday that they will be introducing an "Ice Crew" at the CEC. The pitch sounds innocuous enough, and even suggests that men and women will be given equal consideration:
The Pittsburgh Penguins will introduce a skating “Ice Crew” for the 2010-11 season – a team of energetic girls and guys who will help clean the ice, interact with fans and take part in other promotional activities.
Putting the crew on skates will add a new level of excitement to the Penguins’ game presentation as the team enters a new era at CONSOL Energy Center.
“We’ll be looking for energy, athleticism and passion for the Penguins,” said James Santilli, the team’s vice president of marketing. “We think it’s a great way for fans to get even more involved with Penguins hockey and help make games at CONSOL Energy Center an even greater entertainment experience.”
Okay, whatever. There is a certain level of crap that we will put up with from people who work in marketing. However, the audition dates for dudes haven't even been scheduled, leading us to believe that they'll probably just add some nonthreatening types on at the end if they can't fill all of roster spots on the crew with girls.
There are NO specific height and weight requirements; however our uniform demands a lean and tone figure. Being physically fit is a part of the athletic, high-energy Pittsburgh Penguins Ice Crew image.
Translation: if you have curves, gtfo. Only skinny people have energy and passion. Here is a list of requirements for the ice crew:
Skating or figure skating technique Ability to skate in hockey skates Striking appearance Physically fit (lean & toned) Energetic and outgoing personality Poise Communication skills Hockey knowledge
"Hockey knowledge" comes last. But if you do apply, they do want to know if you have modeling experience:
Applicants must wear a midriff bearing top (crop/bra top), yoga/dance pants, HOCKEY skates (if you don’t own them, you will be able to rent hockey skates), jacket and athletic shoes.
Translation: We're probably judging your boobs.
Find a hairstyle that compliments your natural beauty. Hair needs to be styled and worn all down. Make-up should be tasteful - wear makeup that flatters you. Nails should be painted a French manicure or a neutral shade of polish.
wtf on this one. No idea.
If you're interested in these shenanigans, more information is here and here.
We had a long rant written about how ice girls were damaging to the organization's image and spread a negative sexual message to fans, especially young girls who have an interest in hockey. We also questioned the decision to make a change to the ice crew, seeing as the old ice crew seemed plenty capable and professional, and this just seems gimmicky. I mean, weren't all the Pens games going to be sold out anyway without ice sluts?
Now: Pensblog broke the info that the ice crew will be not a group of "ice girls" like you'd see in other hockey markets, but an extension of the Pens Patrol. We're familiar with the Pens Patrol girls, who dress (mostly) covered and are ideal footsoldiers for any marketing campaign because they have just the obnoxious, college-type personality required to approach strangers and ask them to do things or accept promotional material. We totally understand needing high-energy people for the job, athletically capable people who can skate, whatever. Never mind that the old ice crew was mostly random dudes and some women in track jackets, who seemed nice enough. From a marketing standpoint, though, do you really think were the Pens in danger of losing ticket sales or fan interest because they didn't have a group of loud [Belegost]ers to entertain us during TV timeout? And the worst part is that no matter how much this anonymous Penguins official that Pensblog spoke to says that these aren't ice sluts, the organization has made it apparent that how you look in a crop top is a very important hiring point. The Penguins organization has instituted a "no fatties" policy, in essence--which seems unusual if they aren't trying to sell sex appeal with this new ice crew, even if they state that sweatsuits will be worn. No matter how much you love the Penguins, female students of Pittsburgh, no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how bubbly your personality or willingness to do the work, or capability to do the work in terms of skating ability, physical ability, etc.--you're probably not going to be able to get the job unless you've got a perfectly flat stomach. Sorry, hockey (and hockey operations) aren't for everyone. And let's not forget the weird manicure requirements. Jesus.
Basically, this still perpetuates a negative sexual message. Sure, you have to have an athletic background to play hockey at a high level, and you need like, a modicum of physical capability to clean the ice surface at a hockey arena. None of this has anything to do with your nails, how flat your tummy is when you pull your shirt up, or your makeup and hairstyle. And if they're looking for an enthusiastic, likable fan crew, those things are equally irrelevant. (Let's not forget that Dustin Byfuglien is obese and he won a Stanley Cup. /burn) Sorry, Pens organization, we're not buying it. James Santilli = officially on notice. The fact remains that this bull[Nogrod] has nothing to do with the on-ice product so we have to wonder why it is so important to a hockey team's vice president of marketing. Sell the game, not some girls who yell at you and throw t-shirts and spend their off-days at the gym so they can fit into that dress and go to Diesel.
It's stupid, and sneaky. We can't say that enough. Drop the puck already so we can care about something important. GO PENS.
anyone interested in writing James Santilli can e-mail
. This e-mail was provided to us by a reader and we're not sure if it works or not, but it's the best line to them that we have at the moment.
We actually couldn't tell the difference between weird fan posters for this movie and the real deal, so forgive whichever one this is.
So you should all be used to random appearances of us drunk liveblogging [Nogrod]y teen movies. Tonight is another special event.
Join us here, live, getting drunk while watching the epic cinematic masterpiece that is New Moon. We will have nothing insightful to say, this is just how we spend our evenings and thought we'd invite along several hundred of our BFFs (you guys.)
You can catch other lovely historical incidents of this here and here.
We're adding this lovely feature where you can watch our asinine conversation MOMENT BY MOMENT right here on this blog. Because what we have to say is SO VERY INTERESTING.
Well, and if we get alcohol poisoning, hopefully someone will call the cops. We love all of you. LET'S GET IT STAH-TED.
BLINGEE BY LANCE H IN HONOR OF JACOB BLACK'S EPIC INSULT TO CUTE!MIKE, INSPIRED BY MR. KYLE WELLWOOD
srsly Ilya baby we used to have a soft spot for you and your girl jeans until you started acting like Curry's gift to hockey and we're just going to have to disagree. We suggest he round up the girls and take a therapeutic trip to H&M before deciding where he's going to sign. Just a thought.
We weren't expecting you, sir, but there's plenty of room around. . .
Pens have signed forward (according to Wikipedia, a center) Ryan Craig to a one-year 500k deal.
Contract is two-way. The closest he's ever come to playing a full NHL season was 72 games (and 27 points) for Tampa Bay in 2006-07. In 2007-08 his knee gave up at life and he missed 59 games. Jobbed around, probably still battling that knee thing. Spent most of last season with the Norfolk Admirals and put up better numbers. Chances are he's WBS material and this won't affect our Search for a Winger, but we may see him in the event of injury to other guys throughout the season. He might provide some competitiveness in training camp. A farm-team depth decision more than anything since we might be bringing up someone fresh to center the fourth line (some rumor floating around about moving Malkin to Staal's wing permanently).
Mostly we just wanted to post this old pic from Tampa's site because OMG HIS KID IS SO CUTE.
Welcome to the Pens' organization, love.
We have a special surprise in the works for the coming days/weeks. And as we mentioned there's a good chance for a PH Road Trip later this summer.
While I hate art, artists, art school, and generally anyone who has ever picked up a paintbrush, camera, or charcoal pencil, save a couple of special individuals named Seth and Joe, Our Friend and Yours Jeff said it best through the art of photography:
That's basically how we feel about everything.
So, what's happening out there?
The Recchin' ball just won't die.
Boston's got him again.
The Flyers have the rights to Nabby, but we won't allow it, so it won't happen.
(DO YOU HEAR US?!?!?)
Arnott's rights are the Debs' once again.
Leighton is all Philly all the time.
Winnik became an Av and Sergei Kostitsyn was traded to Nashville.
So basically that means that nothing is happening and that we hate the world and that everything is a huge swaying boner in the breeze.
For once, however, the draft photos don't look like they were lifted straight up outta the late 80s. The black background ones are pretty classy in theory. They'd actually be kind of cool if, you know, we weren't trusting it to a handful of babies to not ham it up in them. Which, for the record, you can't.
Sir you are 18 years old.
Stop pretending like you've got somewhere to go.
LOL YOU FOUND ME I WAS BACK HERE BY THIS WALL
UR TURN TO HID MISTER SIDNEY
As a head's up, we're going to be doing a liveblog with the boys next door over at tPB tomorrow for FA.
If you want to check out what we have to say or what some other fine contributers have to say about what's happening, or worse, what those homers have to say about anything, we'll post a link to the happenings. Everyone should keep you updated and humored for the day.
This summer is really grating on us.
But luckily we're going to be taking a trip to *drumroll* Canada!
If Versteeg signs with the Leafs, expect us to have the shirtsys by preseason.
Oh, or we might go to Tennessee. It all depends.
We are free floating drifters, please do not pin us down with these "plans" you deal with. Ugh. As if.
This year, ladies and gentlemen, we are at the Luxor. We flew to Las Vegas promptly after our picnic yesterday, and awoke promptly for the day's events. Allow us to tell the story. . . 6:30AM We awaken from an indescribably restful sleep as can only be had in the desert air and hit number 68 on our speed dial--that's Claude Giroux. He is told to report to our suite:
Claude is told to start scouring the city for all varieties of fresh fruit which we have enumerated on a list, filling several scrolls of parchment. He puts his jacket on and begins to take his leave, but as soon as he opens the door, Gary Bettman is standing there. Claude's face goes pallid, his eyes unblinking in fear. He hurries out.
"Girls, I have to talk to you about your awards show," Gary says. "Oh, really?" We note that he has called us girls. "Yes, really. I'm afraid that. . .and this is embarrassing, but I have to ask you to reschedule, or else I will have to. . .well, I'll have to find a way to get Evgeni Nabokov to sign with the Red Wings or something, because you have no idea how hard this has been for me." "Wh-what?" we stammer. We wonder if Claude is going to be able to find fresh clementines. "Last year your awards show was not at all good for my ratings. And you know how I feel about my ratings." We note the look in his eyes as if remembering a long-lost lover. "Well we're not married to the idea of having it at the same time or anything. We could probably just rent a room somewhere and have it as a swank sort of after-party, where the men all learn who really deserves the accolades, no? A sort of secret society. Pulling all the strings, holding all the influence. . ." We give him three hard-line stares. He knows this is because he never got our stamp of approval on the Heinz Field Winter Classic thing. He gulps. "Well, I mean, you are free to recall any awards that you don't think are just. I mean, the hockey media doesn't have to know about it." "That's right, Gary. Good boy." "Do you need anything else? I can throw in Darren Helm if you need someone to clean your pool. He's looking for a summer job. And he has a 'no touching women' clause in his contract." "Sounds good. Give him our numbers. It'd have to be minimum wage." "He'll be elated. Would you beautiful ladies like to come to the show before your party? I can get you good seats. Next to Mike Green?" We sneer. "Okay, okay. Next to Duncan Keith." We all faint. Gary calls Claude to tell him to bring smelling salts, and heads off to begin the charade.
12:00 Claude slices the fruit at the wet bar quietly and delivers Fuji apple to Zoë. He attempts to serve the starfruit to Ann from the Waterford crystal bowl, but she gives him a short *ahem* accompanied by an eyebrow raise. Claude leaves quickly and takes the private elevator down to the ground floor where he then climbs a silk rope up to the turrets which have been renamed turris, to serve her through the window. When he climbs back through the window, he rushes to get over to the sofa, where Kim has snapped her fingers for more apricots. A phone rings; it's Darren. He wants to know if we'd like a box of His Majesty's Reserve by Gurkha. We tell him absolutely. He arrives by 1:00 to start straightening the apartment. We light up the cigars and smoke them slowly over fruit and pink champagne until dusk falls over the city.
ARRIVAL AT THE AWARDS SHOW
As soon as we get there, we think we see Jay Mohr getting tipsy with some 15-year-old girls but we can't be sure. He is whisked away to a back room by some men with earpieces. We can smell the bourbon on his breath from 100 yards.
After dodging a crowd of Playboy Bunnies we finally find a good spot to watch the arrivals. If we may have a not-at-all brief FASHION INTERLUDE (in other words, our judgments and basis of who will win what at the exclusive afterparty)
Somebody has clearly dressed Pavel this year because there's no way he dressed himself. But does he look like a Selke winner? I mean, we can't do anything about the way he's standing. . .but we have to give the Most Improved from Last Year award to Mr. Datsyuk.
We give Ryan Kesler the edge here, because he's an American Hero. American Hero Award, get over there by Ryan.
BUT HOLD THE PHONES I THINK WE KNOW WHO WINS THE SUIT AWARD AND THAT IS YOU JORDAN STAAL!
Next, we make careful scrutiny of the Norris Trophy Nominees. . .
Duncan, are you trying to draw our attention to something? We can't tell but we think you're the Most Seductive. Let's see those new teeth later, k?
We thought Good Charlotte showed up but it was just Mike Green:
We dragged him into a corner, asked him where his tie was, and presented him with a gold-plated award for Puffiest. He burped, popped an aspirin, and mumbled something about being hungover before heading out into The World.
While visiting with Drew Doughty, we asked him why so many people at the NHL Awards were wearing John Varvatos. He shrugged and said all he remembers is a white handkerchief, waking up in a warehouse, and being given a check for $550 and a free bucket of KFC by a masked man. He ate all of the KFC but said the check bounced. We gave him the Most Unsettling Smile Award, which made him lol, and he ran off to talk to Bruckheimer.
Ryan Miller walked in and gave us a look like he was expecting something. We freaked out when we realized we'd given the American Hero award to Ryan Kesler. We told him his wife was really pretty instead. He leered and said he had much higher expectations for us than this, so we gave him a hastily-prepared Best American Hero Ever Award instead. He immediately smirked, got out his Blackberry, and ran off, but we think the name he was about to text was Landon Donovan.
When we saw Ilya again we had no words. We were just stunned.
We embraced him heartily and gave him The Lavender Award. We told him his wife was really pretty, too, and meant it.
Martin Brodeur arrived with a truck full of live pigs. We did not ask him what they were for.
He refused the Sweatiest Man Alive award we tried to give him.
Tyler Myers, you get the Who the [Belegost] Are You award because you confuse us. We had no idea he even looked like this, but this is probably just our general ignorance to anything that happens in Buffalo that isn't Ryan Miller or missing Y chromosomes. All black is the route of amateurs. Someone tell the kid.
We have a special award for Jimmy Howard. It's the Chris Osgood Memorial Trophy for outstanding contributions to fatness in Detroit.
Most Pretend Seductive was going to be given to Matt Duchene but he said he would prefer something for his little wing-like hair contraptions. We said we'd figure something out.
Martin St. Louis gets the Something in My Pocket Award. . .
We're scared to give him anything else.
Brad Richards showed up on his cell phone and walked right past us. Despite what voting reports you may have read, this is why he didn't win the Lady Byng. We gave him the Shiniest Shoes Award.
For Barry Trotz? Fewest Eyebrows.
For Dave Tippett? Best Stare.
We almost forgot Joe Sacco. We gave him the Thank God You Got More Votes Than Babcock award.
Longest Torso Award. We do not want to spend any more time with a Sedin than we have to. Moving along.
Sasha showed up and almost tripped on the red carpet and then started making out with random people. We gave him the Oh For The Love Of [Belegost]ing Christ Award. He giggled and asked why his variety show with Zhenya was cancelled and we said we'd talk to HBO for him.
Sid showed up, self-conscious about his giant ass as usual. We gave him a Best Junk in the Trunk award. He was all, "How many people did Alex make out with?" and we were like "At least seven," and he was all, "Damn," and shuffled in, an aura of heroism following him dejectedly.
INSIDE AT THE AWARDS We sit through the awards show uncomfortably, constantly pulling out our cell phones to make sure our private room at the Wynn is reserved and that the various set pieces to the party are being delivered. Our feelings range from unadulterated horror. . .
to passive confusion:
We really don't pay attention to anything that happens.
AT THE AFTER PARTY Most important people in the NHL are there. Patrick Kane makes a face akin to this:
and is immediately kicked out.
Everything has gone according the plan. The bar is made of black, lacquered wood and stained glass chandeliers have been acquired and set up from the vaulted ceiling. We're pumping Team Teamwork and Gorillaz through the sound system. Darren is taking his prospective pool boy job very seriously and has a walkie-talkie, coordinating all of the music and lights from a corner with his own personal bottle of José Cuervo, which he has taken with our permission. Ryan Kesler is the bartender. He says it's better than being on the cover of NHL 2K11. The Cirque du Soleil performers are his assistants.
Just before sunrise, we got Helm to put David Bowie's "Cat People (Putting Out Fire)" on the system.
PH Staff climbs on to the bar and politely waits for everyone to quiet down a little. "Listen, everyone. We just wanted to let you know how proud we are of all of you. You know, 'cause we just run a stupid website and this party doesn't even exist outside of our imaginations." (In the corner, Darren sniffles. Claude shuffles in late with a plate of every variety of grape known to man.) "We just want you to learn the meaning of sharing. If you with the trophies can learn to share them that means we don't have to take them away from anyone. Especially you, Henrik Sedin. You know that Hart is as much Sid's and Alex's as it is yours." Henrik straightens his extremely long tie and lets Sid and Ovie lay hands delicately on the Hart Trophy. We look around the room and see that all of the trophies (yes, even the William Jennings and the Ted Lindsay) have multiple hands on them. It seems that everyone in the NHL is touching an award of some kind. Adam Burish has snuck in and has a pinky finger on Mike Green's Puffiest Award.
"Did this season suck or what?" we continue. Everyone cheers except a few rogue Blackhawks. Toews smirks, then returns to Captain Serious mode.
"Who's ready for next year to make more sense?" we yell. A few people "woo!" at us. We realize our terms were a little broad, but continue bravely anyway: "We just want you to remember how unexpected life can be. To take some examples from this crop of jailbait. . .If Matt Duchene can blossom like he did in the last year, and if Tavares can fail as spectacularly as nobody expected, then anything is possible. Which means that someday you, Jakub Voracek, will land a Noxema campaign and you, Versteeg, will be the epitome of class. Remember to be who you want to be. Not who the hockey media wants you to be. Brother Steven, can you please take one of your hands off of the Rocket Richard?"
"And Jose, you don't have to cry. We're here for you."
The sun rises. A skylight situated on the east side of the ballroom shows its pale pink blush. "Have a good summer, boys. You may never be the same again. But maybe that's not such a bad thing."
in other words, congratulations to the night's award winners, and thank you all for coming.
Dustin Byfuglien is now a Thrasher. We loled. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Draft on Friday. We're giving the Key to Our Hearts award to the Pittsburgh Penguins. Because we're in love, still, and we can't wait to see them again.
We really have very little entertainment over the span of the summer, so free agency is sort of like a saving grace so long as the Penguins stay out of it. Sure, they can get involved from time to time when we need a spike in the heart rate, but overall we just like to watch other teams dick around and ruin everything.
The Montreal Canadians were "committed" to Carey "Three Packs a Day" Price from day one.
Clearly he would rather be in the passenger seat of Dany Heatley's car than pretending to be a starting goalie anywhere, but nonetheless, the entire reason for the Habs making it out of the first round has been escorted over to the Blues.
Why did we miss this photo before?
I mean, it was in the belegosting Penguins series.
Press, we constantly underestimate your skillz, though not your ability to deliver photos on time. This is journalism, people, let's get with it.
There are also rumors of Savard/Wheeler to Columbus for a pick, but there's little to no evidence that this has any validity. We like crazy shit, though, so let's hope it pulls through.
In other (very important) news, PH Staff has a total crush on draft pick Benjamin Conz.
1) He is a babyswissgoalie.
2) His last name is Conz.
Zoe thinks he'd take her out for a sundae, but be really morose about it.
"He just has that look."
Also, our favorite press source is kicking it retro in the off season:
We hope everyone is hanging in there.
We recommend the World Cup. We're kind of fascinated by it.
Kim's going Denmark, Paraguay and Mexico (because she hates winning, apparently.)
Zoe's going USA, Mexico and Uruguay.
The Intern refuses to divulge her allegiance because she is a deity and therefore in charge of all World Cup results.
How much longer till October?
[Player #12 is our favorite. We have theorized the many possibilities of his internal monologue. Feel free to speculate.]
Who's excited for the draft 'cause we're excited for the draft!!!one!1@
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN THE COMING WEEKS
list of people invited to picnics this summer
our predictions for the NHL Awards and (eventually) the OFFICIAL PH awards show
thoughts on the draft in general
some good party ideas for summer outdoor patio extravaganzas, as well as rainy day activities.
whatevs fuck it's summer
So, how about that Dion Phaneuf? MAYBE HE CAN TURN THE LEAFS AROUND
Where do you think Vesa Toskala will end up this offseason (we miss him)?
Did ya'll see True Blood last night?
Leave your thoughts in the comments.
EDIT: if you haven't already, go read our Eulogy of the Philadelphia Flyers on PD. Wyshynski's comments section thinks we're weak and meh and not funny. Oh, and immature. LOVE 'EM. <3 Isn't sarcasm, cockiness, and bitchiness par for the course for these things? You'd be surprised how seriously some people take us!
UGH CHICAGO PLEASE GO BACK TO YOUR ROOMS AND DID WE SAY YOU COULD TURN ON YOUR STEREOS BECAUSE WE DIDN'T YOU ARE GROUNDED
oh wait. . . It's kind of hard to send the Stanley Cup Champions to their rooms when they're all drunk on champagne and Molson and being rowdy and getting dirt and blood all over the new sectional sofas and oh dear they've already cracked the HD TV screen and this is just bad.
We'll be hiding in the basement.
This will go down in history as the goal that nobody saw. Everyone was confused. NBC was confused. The goal judge was confused. The refs just gave up at being alive. And it just happened and Kaner was doing things and we were just so disappointed.
We weren't even disappointed for these guys. Come on, you don't think we were rooting for them because we liked them all that much, do you? I mean, they're kind of hard to be pissed off at when all they do in recent years is lose and embarrass themselves, but it's not like they are our favorites or anything. We could waste time being disappointed that what everybody knew was going to happen ended up happening, and feel bad that the underdogs didn't do it, and yada yada yada. No, what's really disappointing was the style.
Nobody saw this goal go in. Not the goal judge, not the referee. . .certainly not Pudding over here. It was just annoying. Unexpected, surreal, whatever. We prefer "annoying." Stupid goal. Cups should be won with more flourish and pimp strut than all that. Instead we got a lucky goal from PKane. Whatever.
We formed a committee to decide who is allowed to have the Stanley Cup from Chicago and we came up with five names. They are as follows:
Jonathan Toews Even though he was a total joke choice for Conn Smythe, he did captain the team, and he wasn't younger than Sid was or anything blasphemous like that, so we'll allow it. And would you just look at that face? Hearkening back to MySpace, that one. Despite the fact that he handed the Cup to Hossa first. Should have been Duncan. But we'll let this slide for now on the basis of the face.
Patrick Sharp Solid.
Duncan Keith Obviously. Duh. Put some applesauce in that thing for him.
Antti Niemi We weren't going to allow it but he resubmitted his application to remind us that he is extremely fat, a goaltender, and also Finnish, and kind of cute, and we really couldn't say no.
Everyone else is not allowed. This is the official word. None of this will happen on our watch. DUSTIN, PUT IT DOWN. YOU ARE LUMBERING AROUND CLOSE TO ALL OF THE FINE CHINA.
No, really. Congratulations to Chicago on their season. Congratulations to Philadelphia for theirs. It's hard enough to get to the Finals, let alone win them. We've been there too. Both of ya'll.
Sooooooooooooooo. Summer fun, we guess? When is hockey again? . . .WHEN?!?!?! Um. Balls.
Also, temporary announcement: we will be doing a find and replace for objectionable words. The word you now know as "Belegost" will soon be "Belegost." This is so some company will put ads on our sites (which, btw, you CAN block if you really need to, though I mean, we don't recommend it. . .). After a few days everything will go back to normal. Belegost this, bitches.