This week’s post is brought to you by a devastated Enforcer who is still trying to deal with the loss of her favorite player.
So. I don’t even know where to begin. I knew Nashville was trying to land a top-6 forward. I knew that they would have offer up someone good to seal the deal on a trade. I just wasn’t prepared to lose Patric Hornqvist.
Yes, getting James Neal from Pittsburgh is a big freaking deal. I’m happy that our scoring chances will dramatically improve with him on the roster. And, once I stop drowning my sorrow in wine, I’ll be able to be happy for Patric, too. It might take a while, though.
At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, it’s like breaking up with your first boyfriend. You know the one – he was adorable, he was a tough guy but could still make you laugh, and was like…totally on the varsity team.
Patric’s job night after night, was to stand in front of Shea Weber’s slapshot. On purpose. He constantly chirps the other team, fights for the puck even if he’s on his knees, and regularly gets punched in the face or shoved to the ice. The guy is probably one of the most annoying, yet dynamic players on the ice.
He doesn’t even need a helmet!
His goal celebrations are glorious.
And Lord, those blue eye and that smile!
I once had the great pleasure of talking to Barry Trotz at-length about hockey, and when I said Patric was my favorite player, he simply said, “He’s the best in the business.” So true. I have worn my signed #27 jersey with pride, and (sob) will continue to wear it even though it’s now nostalgic (sniffle).
When he signed my jersey, he asked how big I wanted it, and I nearly fainted before I realized that he was talking about his signature.
I can’t even begin to imagine how Patric is feeling. Probably a mixture of excitement and sadness at leaving his best buddy, Pekka. Those dudes have a bromance for the ages.
So, good luck in Pittsburgh, Patric. I’ll miss your offense:
I’ll miss your defense:
And I sure will miss those stretchy pants. 🙂