This ended up really long but I have a lot of feelings about Snowy and the story we know nothing about. This is for @des-zimbits because she prompted the headcanon about Snowy I wrote earlier and encouraged me to write this. The people I’ve met in this fandom are incredible, and I’m so thankful to all of you because you’ve gotten me writing again??
(his actual god given name is Kyle Brown, thank you very much) started out as a
forward on his rink rats league on Vancouver Island, where he grew up with two
older sisters and a mom and dad who fought a lot but were fundamentally happy. Mom taught school, dad played casual hockey, oldest sister played college hockey and middle sister
curled. Their family was always on the ice and Kyle loved it. Sometime around
the age of 9 coach shoved a goalie bucket on his head, strapped leg pads onto
him, handed him a blocker and a glove and said “Son, you’re the best skater I have. You’re gonna play goalie.”
Goalie Snowy was born.
seriously through the levels and was drafted in the Bantam by the Vancouver
Giants, which was a dream come true for a kid from the Island. He’d always
dreamed of being a Canuck, and a Giant was a good place to start. His parents
ended up moving from the Island to Vancouver so he could live at home, which he
did for the two years he spent as the Giants backup goalie before he was dealt
to Spokane, who needed a new number one.
Kyle Brown was that number one.
goalie of the year for the WHL, he played three seasons with the Chiefs and
helped them to two division wins and then he was drafted by the Ducks.
him in Spokane for his overage season and then sent him to their farm team.
Kyle spent a year and a half backing up the farm team before Panks got called
up and Kyle moved into number one… After three years in the AHL the Duck’s number
one retired after a bad injury and Kyle was once again called up to the NHL. It
was a dream come true!
it. He hated the city, he disliked a lot of the guys on the team (A handful of
them weren’t kind to him, while the other half was and the coach doubted him)
and when he moved to California his long-time (four years and he had been
hoping to propose soon) girlfriend decided that she couldn’t do the distance so
they split. (Looking back he’s sure that everything just got heaped onto him at
once, and without it he probably would have enjoyed his time with the Ducks
just fine.) So when Panks had to be sat out, Snowy played.
wasn’t playing smart. He was angry, he was frustrated, and he was racking up
penalty minutes for tripping and unsportsmanlike conduct. And those trips and
shoves and angry words got him snowed more times than he could count in the
next three years he spent in Anaheim. All it took was a sarcastic comment from
coach about how Kyle must really miss the snow with all these guys sending it
flying at his face for Panks to latch on and start calling his back up Snowy.
continues the season with slashes and hooks and trips and more of his guys in the
penalty box on his behalf than he truly wanted, and the coach was pissed but with
Panks out and Rexy letting in more shots than he saved, keeping Snowy in net
was the only option. His anger won him no fans on his team.
angry at everything, including himself.
next season a few expansion teams were announced, Seattle, Las Vegas,
Providence, and Snowy didn’t have his contract renewed by the Ducks and he was
oddly okay with that? He met with a few teams but they weren’t looking for his
playing style, and then he met with the Falcs GM and new coach who basically
sat him down in the hotel bar, shoved a Sprite into his hands and said “Tell us
why at your caliber you’ve been playing like a bus could drive into your net and all you’d do is try to slash it’s tires.”
So he told
them everything. About how happy he was in the WHL, how much he loved his time
in the AHL and how when he got permanently called up to the NHL, Sarah broke up
with him and he was just constantly angry and unhappy and no one looked twice
at him or believed in him, and even the coaches didn’t seem to care about how
he was doing.
“Basically,” he said, “I spent five years in the Duck’s system
going systematically insane and pissing off each and every forward I could.
Because I was angry and I took it out on others.”
By now he
knows that wasn’t healthy at all, and he’s ashamed and embarrassed, he’s
nearing 26 now, he should know better, but the coach and the GM go off and talk
and come back over with an offer.
him they need locker room leadership and they’ve already got Snipes, but they need
someone a bit younger than 35 to step up. They need an offensive and
play-minded goalie, but they need a goalie without the anger. They tell him
that they’ll sign him for two years and play him at least half the games both
seasons as long as he can prove he deserves it. As long as he talks to their
sports therapist and sets up regular meetings, finds a constructive outlet for
his anger and stops taking cheap shots on forwards and taking stupid penalties.
cries when he signs that contract because someone is giving him another chance
to make things good and to chase his dreams. A chance to be the goalie he wants
to be, not the dick he’s been for the past couple of years.
up his dingy apartment twelve blocks from Disneyland and spends a week in a car
with his dad driving to Providence. On his new salary he ends up in a really
nice apartment with a guy they signed from the Islanders and a spare room for
guests. He and Smithy get along great and slowly the rest of their inaugural team
trickles into the city and into their locker room. Jersey designs are finalized
and printed and handed out, and the guys spend weeks bonding on and off the
Snowy’s back on a team like the ones he had in the WHL and in the AHL, a group
of guys he might not love 100% of the time, but come hell, high water and Sidney
Crosby’s ability to score, he’ll have their backs and they will have his. Pre-seasons rolls around
and he gets snowed a couple times, and Snipes (Who has the C) tells the locker
room during first intermission the story of why Snowy is Snowy. There’s laughs,
but there’s also a falc in front of him to ward off opposition who wants to
snow him from there on out. It’s a warning that they won’t take anyone messing with Snowy, and that message starts to spread across the league.
talking to Carol once a week, he takes up cross-fit for pent up energy and has
Smithy teach him how to kick box. He and Smithy find a cat in the parking lot after a game and
take her home and name her Robin, and Snowy starts casually dating again. He
smiles a lot more, his profanity isn’t used in anger anymore, it’s just how
he’s worth the number one position, he helps take Canada to a Silver medal at the Olympics and when Tater joins the team fresh from
Russia, Snowy takes him under his wing. He likes Tater, likes that Tater chirps
him and doesn’t take his crap and gives him a hard time, and he’s just content.
His saves are up, his goals against average is down and every time he steps on
the ice he’s smiling and making smart decisions.
the All-Star team a few years later and goes up against Crosby in the shoot-out
challenge and he’s hysterically laughing in the crease at Crosby’s antics and
when he goes back to center ice with tears in his eyes Crosby smacks his pads
and grins at him because Crosby isn’t just a good hockey player, he’s a good
captain and he knows unhappy hockey players when he sees them. He could see it and he’s pleased
as fucking punch that Snowy’s smiling and loving hockey again. (Snowy is
touched and they become friends and hang out in the off season and the Penguins
don’t snow him anymore, and any team a Penguin is traded to stops snowing him as well.)
comes along, Snowy doesn’t quite understand what Jack went through in the Q,
but he knows all about being let down by a system that isn’t designed to catch
people. He’s thankful Tater takes an interest in their new kid, and he tries to
keep tabs on him. When Jack tentatively brings up backing mental health in hockey on a plane ride, Snowy takes a deep breath and stands up and tells his team the story he plays close to his chest. He explains how not having that support nearly destroyed his career and that mental support is just as important as nutritional and physical support.
(Carol casually mentions an increase in monthly visits by the team to him a few sessions later. She says it’s mostly just teaching stress techniques and listening as an impartial 3rd party, but that she thinks that someone must have stepped up and said something to fight the stigma. Once again Snowy is fucking proud to be a Falc.)
seasons later when they win the Stanley Cup with Snowy only letting in one goal
against the Ducks, Captain Zimmboni hands Snowy that trophy and he raises it
over his head and he thanks every hockey god he knows for this shitty, convoluted
path that led him to his dream come true. He passes it to Tater and skates over
to the bench where families are converging and takes a little bundle from his
wife. How sweet this victory is, he thinks. He has his family, his brothers and
he just beat the team that didn’t believe in him to win the Stanley Cup.)
Later, at the after party, Johnson could be overheard loudly stating that Snowy only played in the WHL
because the author has a connection to that league, and that his backstory was
probably more tragic than it needed to be and that his longtime girlfriend and
he only broke up to cause more emotional turmoil for his character, but she likes happy endings so Snowy was basically guaranteed a Stanley Cup, but then
the one with the mustache smacked him and met Snowy’s eyes and went “Goalies
are fucking weird, bro. Why do I get them drunk?” and Snowy just grinned and fist bumped him because yeah,
goalies were fucking weird.
It all comes to a head
during a game with the Canucks. For some reason, the Canucks always have their
number, and tonight’s no different. Patrick hates losing in general, but he
hates losing in front of their fans the most–he wants so badly for Chelsea
Dagger to ring through the United Center. But even though Crow is playing his
heart out, none of the lines are clicking. They’re trailing by three by the
third period, and it’s only because of Crow that the number isn’t closer to
seven. Q ends up pulling Crow and sending them out on a powerplay for the last
Set at the end of the current season. I’m sure every trope in this fic has been done a thousand times over, but y’know what, I don’t care. All tweets are fake (obviously), but some of the twitter handles are not. I do not claim to represent Kane, Toews, the Blackhawks franchise, Deadspin, You Can Play, or any of the beat reporters herein depicted. Most of it is at best a T rating, except for the opening passage, which is probably an M? I’m a bad judge of ratings, sorry.
K/T, est rel, mixed media, 6k Warning for homophobic slurs.
Blackhawks stars in gay sex tape scandal! Sunday May 29 2016
Just when we thought Twenny Cent had hit rock-bottom, there’s a new low for Deadspin darling Patrick Kane as a sex tape emerges, exposing his gay relationship with good ol’ Captain Serious himself, Jonathan Toews. The video, allegedly taken from Toews’ own cell phone, is explicitly pornographic. Details that follow are not safe for work…
The video is four minutes and eighteen seconds long. Jonny remembers exactly how it goes: the images were seared onto his memory long before he had to deal with each frame being ‘conclusive analysed’ by morons on the internet.
~It may sound absurd, but don’t be naive. Even heroes have the right to bleed.~
Rick Rypien. He’s one of my biggest inspirations in life. Suffering with depression for years, Rick kept it secret for a long time. Eventually, he opened up, confiding in lose friend and teammate, Kevin Bieksa. Rick suffered for years with depression, and would break down. He struggled so much, and eventually, the depression got to him. On August 15, 2011, Rick was found in his home, dead. Rick had committed suicide in his Alberta home.
Rick has become an inspiration to so many people. Struggling with depression is hard, and nobody wants to go through it. Rick wanted to make sure of that, too. After his death, $50,000 was located in his name to help children who struggle with mental illness.
Rick has become an inspiration to me as well. I’ve struggled before, and it has been hard. However, when I’m sad, I look at Rypien’s name. For some reason, it keeps me going. Knowing that he doesn’t want others to struggle the way he did…it somehow turns things around. After I see it, I become happy again. I use him as my inspiration everyday to be a better person, to be happy, and to help others.
It may sound weird to you, but to me, it makes all the sense anything ever can.