First off, I have good news. My Bieber Fever has passed.
Phewf. I was legit worried there for a while, as I know some of you were too. I really think it was just the headache. (It was a bad one). When I got in my car to go home from work yesterday, the first song that came on the radio was that Bieber song "You Smile, I Smile". (Which really does make me smile, because it makes me think of Brenda telling us she thought he was saying "You smell, I smell".) Anyways, I held my hand in mid-air over the buttons, trying to decide if I was really a fan of the Biebs or not. Because if I was, I'd have listened to sappy shit song. But instead, I changed the station.
To a rock station playing "Thunderstruck".
And just like that. It was over. (But I still do want to see the movie, for curiosity's sake.) Also, my teenaged-movie-buddy Brittany texted me last night after reading the Blog to tell me she does NOT have Bieber Fever, but she's being dragged against her will to the movie with a few friends. So I don't even have her to use as my cover.
Anyways, moving on. Yesterday, there was big news in Sens world. Big, bad Sens news. News that brought tears to my eyes and broke the hearts of many women - of all ages, married, single, what have you. Pretty much any female who has any appreciation for a sweet, good-lookin' dude on skates.
Our beautiful Mike Fisher has been traded. To NASHVILLE. Ya know who lives in NASHVILLE?
That blond-haired witch that he married. That stupid, selfish, eeeeeevil Carrie Underwood.
See? See the evil in her eyes??
He popped the question. They got married. Their wedding was front-page news. We oohed and aahed over their honeymoon pics. We had fun spotting her at Sens games.
But I think we all knew it was coming. Whispers that Carrie had no interest in settling in the luxurious home Mike was building for them in Kanata were hard to ignore. Rumours floated from the first moment we heard they were dating that one day she'd be forcing him to ask for a trade to Nashville, her home base.
And yesterday, it all became reality. Fisher's gone. And in return, we get a first-round pick at the draft this year and a conditional 2012 pick.
That's it? We get a couple of picks and Nashville gets the second-hottest guy that ever donned a Sens jersey? (We all know who #1 was...don't even argue with me...)
It SUCKS. I don't care if he was making too much money. I don't care if this is a sign of good things to come. The re-build has begun, and that's supposed to bring hope and optimism for a brighter future for this team that, for the past few years, has been spiralling downward into the abyss, and are currently second-last in the whole league.
But if it had been me? We'd have got rid of Alex Kovalev. Chris Phillips. Jarkko Ruutu. Sergei Gonchar. Anybody but Fisher.
I guess those changes are still to come. But to start it all with the fan favourite? The stud? The guy who gives his all to the community?
Not cool, Bryan Murray. Not cool at all.
So I blame Carrie. For sinking her claws into our good Canadian boy, dragging him into her spotlight, and making him believe that her home is where he needs to be.
God help her if we ever cross paths.
Thanks for the good times, Mike. You were pure class, all the way. Ottawa will miss you dearly.
Phewf. I was legit worried there for a while, as I know some of you were too. I really think it was just the headache. (It was a bad one). When I got in my car to go home from work yesterday, the first song that came on the radio was that Bieber song "You Smile, I Smile". (Which really does make me smile, because it makes me think of Brenda telling us she thought he was saying "You smell, I smell".) Anyways, I held my hand in mid-air over the buttons, trying to decide if I was really a fan of the Biebs or not. Because if I was, I'd have listened to sappy shit song. But instead, I changed the station.
To a rock station playing "Thunderstruck".
And just like that. It was over. (But I still do want to see the movie, for curiosity's sake.) Also, my teenaged-movie-buddy Brittany texted me last night after reading the Blog to tell me she does NOT have Bieber Fever, but she's being dragged against her will to the movie with a few friends. So I don't even have her to use as my cover.
Anyways, moving on. Yesterday, there was big news in Sens world. Big, bad Sens news. News that brought tears to my eyes and broke the hearts of many women - of all ages, married, single, what have you. Pretty much any female who has any appreciation for a sweet, good-lookin' dude on skates.
Our beautiful Mike Fisher has been traded. To NASHVILLE. Ya know who lives in NASHVILLE?
That blond-haired witch that he married. That stupid, selfish, eeeeeevil Carrie Underwood.
See? See the evil in her eyes??
I knew it. I knew when she came swooping in and stole him away from all of us that it wasn't going to end well for the female side of the Sens Army. But we sighed and smiled. Such a pretty girl. Such a beautiful voice. Such a superstar darling. How could we begrudge our beloved Mikey this wonderful girl?
He popped the question. They got married. Their wedding was front-page news. We oohed and aahed over their honeymoon pics. We had fun spotting her at Sens games.
But I think we all knew it was coming. Whispers that Carrie had no interest in settling in the luxurious home Mike was building for them in Kanata were hard to ignore. Rumours floated from the first moment we heard they were dating that one day she'd be forcing him to ask for a trade to Nashville, her home base.
And yesterday, it all became reality. Fisher's gone. And in return, we get a first-round pick at the draft this year and a conditional 2012 pick.
That's it? We get a couple of picks and Nashville gets the second-hottest guy that ever donned a Sens jersey? (We all know who #1 was...don't even argue with me...)
It SUCKS. I don't care if he was making too much money. I don't care if this is a sign of good things to come. The re-build has begun, and that's supposed to bring hope and optimism for a brighter future for this team that, for the past few years, has been spiralling downward into the abyss, and are currently second-last in the whole league.
But if it had been me? We'd have got rid of Alex Kovalev. Chris Phillips. Jarkko Ruutu. Sergei Gonchar. Anybody but Fisher.
I guess those changes are still to come. But to start it all with the fan favourite? The stud? The guy who gives his all to the community?
Not cool, Bryan Murray. Not cool at all.
So I blame Carrie. For sinking her claws into our good Canadian boy, dragging him into her spotlight, and making him believe that her home is where he needs to be.
God help her if we ever cross paths.
Thanks for the good times, Mike. You were pure class, all the way. Ottawa will miss you dearly.
