player: patrick sharp

Sharp and Toews: Better Together

The almost-kiss that never was:

It’s pretty obvious that these two have an illicit love affair going - just look at their guilty faces, caught in the act.

Need more evidence? Here:

The “I love you so much you little shit” smiles:

That time Sharpy Cam was three parts close-ups of Tazer and one part bedroom wrestling with Seabs

More of Sharpy’s horribly obvious pigtail pulling:

Tazer showing his affection like the weirdo he is:

The “let me flop onto you I am so in love” moment:

That time he put on a helmet and decided to headbutt Sharpy because, why not?

Tazer’s weird love of messing with Sharpy’s jersey:

When Tazer was precious and clung on to Sharpy:

So… the conclusion?

Toews and Sharp: better together

  • Jordie Benn: Oh come on, Segs! What straight man walks around all day everyday without a shirt on?
  • Tyler Seguin: Oh gee, let me think. Matthew McConaughey, Channing Tatum, Joe Manganiello.
  • Patrick Sharp: You do realize you're listing off cast members of Magic Mike?
  • Tyler Seguin: Oh sorry. Is that the name of the movie? I thought it was called... the BIBLE.
Stressing - Patrick Sharp - requested

I’ve always imagined University being much more fun and interesting than high school, but it definitely isn’t. I got to meet new people yeah sure, but the amount of stress I had was ridiculous.

I had a whole bunch of assignments due at around the same time, and had absolutely little to no time to finish it before I began stressing out bad.

I’ve always handled stress horribly, and this ended up in me bawling my eyes out or sometimes even hyperventilating.

I began working on one of the final assignments my professor had given to me the other day, for almost the whole day and it was really getting to me. I only got a topic on the essay I was supposed to write and I didn’t know how to start it. On top of not knowing how to start it, I couldn’t find any supporting evidence for the theme and it was getting on my nerves.

I would always do stuff like read or go for a walk with my boyfriend Patrick to keep my nerves down, but he wasn’t home to go on that walk. It always bummed me out when he wasn’t home because of a road game or even practice but I couldn’t do anything, this was his life.

I began researching some more on my topic before I got anymore stressed and couldn’t do anything at all. It ended up going pretty well throughout the whole essay, because of all the help my best friend had given me. Thank God she was a pro at essays and getting all this information, or else I’d probably be dead if I didn’t do it.

I looked over the email she sent me and made sure I used every good point before going back onto Word and fixing up the essay. Before I could even start reading everything I had spent hours on writing, my computer decided to crash, most likely deleting all of my work.

“NO WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed out loud, bringing my head down to my knees. “Why is this happening to me of all people?”

I had been so preoccupied with my essay getting deleted that I didn’t realize my dog began barking, indicating either someone was at the door knocking, or Patrick had just gotten home from practice.

“Hey babe I’m home,” he said putting his hockey bag on the floor in front of your room door. “How was your day?”

Before he had looked up at you, he knew something was wrong. He could tell, just by not hearing you not answer back. I had always answered him back with my cheerful voice, unless something really pissed me off or made me upset. This had really made me upset.

He looked up at me and seen I had my hands up against my face, with me knees against my chest. My laptop and a whole bunch of papers had been scattered everywhere, so he automatically knew that I had been stressing, bad!

He quickly ran over to where I was, sitting beside me, “[Y/N] what’s wrong? Babe please tell me!” He seemed so worried about me. “I want to help you feel better.”

I didn’t know what to do. I just lost all of the work I had done and didn’t have much time to write another copy as good as the one I just finished writing.

Patrick knew that whenever I didn’t respond to him, I wasn’t in the mood to talk at all. He always just pulled me onto his lap, cuddling with me while rubbing up and down my arm, trying to soothe me.

After about half an hour of just cuddling on the couch, groping each other, he finally spoke up again.

“Would you like to tell me why you were crying?” he said, lifting up my chin with his fingers so he could see my eyes.

I sighed because I probably looked so stupid crying, “After stressing all day because of this essay, I finally finished writing it with the help from one of my friends. I was about to save it so I can print it out after, and it deleted on me. The whole essay!”

I began tearing up again, just thinking about the amount of time I spent stressing and writing the essay. Patrick seen and began wiping the tears away, because he always hated to see me crying.

“How about we forget about that essay for the rest of today. I understand you worked so hard on it but I hate seeing you stress out like this.” he said with all honesty. “How about I make us a nice home cooked meal, we cuddle in bed and watch movies for the rest of the day. Then tomorrow, I’ll help you rewrite that essay because I don’t want to see my baby stressing or even crying at all. Sound like a plan?”

I stared up at Patrick with the biggest smile. He definitely knew how to make me happy during some of my worst moments.

“Sounds like a plan!”

*** Nothing really to say, except Ill try to write as much as I can in these next few weeks. I have final assignments that I need to finish which are worth a good 20% of my grade and so I need to focus in that and exams. I promise I’ll try to fit a couple in each week.

Things to look forward to this offseason: The "Everyone gets hotter?!?!" Edition

Our boys go their separate way after the season ends and then reconvene in July for the Convention - toned, tanned, fit, and ready.

What wonderful things the summer seems to do for their hair.

If there’s one thing they’re doing, it’s working on that gorgeous golden tan.

Do they spend the summer practicing their killer smiles?

(The answer is yes)

They also look really damn good in other… aspects. Let’s just say those polo sleeves and dress pants are snug in the best of ways.

Look: Kaner’s forearm is the size of my calf.

Whatever it is, our boys come back after a summer off with an extra twenty pounds of muscle, killer hair, and beautiful tans. And let’s not forget Convention shenanigans. 

In 2012, we got this:

In 2013, we got this:

In 2014, well… let’s just say it’s been better and better every year.