
Hossa for ohhossanight!

Stalberg was mic’d up at open skate, and was caught talking enthusiastically about his favorite subject…tanning.
OH HERE’S MY SURPRISED FACE.

I bet Seabs keeps nachos stashed away in various parts of his equipment, for when he gets hungry during games.
OMG maybe that’s why his hair is so big!
It’s full of nachos.
I don’t know how to introduce this without sounding vain, but I’m going to have a contest in honor of my birthday (okay, you can call me an asshole now).
THE CONTEST: Draw me something.
THE PRIZE: I’ll pick three, and those people get a free commission. It can be a comic or a drawing more like these Hjammer and Bollig commissions.
Technically my birthday’s Thursday 3-14 (if anyone tells me “Happy Pi Day” you’ll be immediately blacklisted), but I’ll keep the contest open until midnight on Sunday 3-17. Submit it to me, or tag me in it, or just message me and link me, whatever.
I’M EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU GUYS CAN DO! Aaaaaaaand I’m totally gonna feel like a loser if no one submits anything. Please don’t make me feel like a loser.

If they lose tomorrow, after I finally drew this, I’m moving to Detroit.
Posted here at Runs on Duncan.

Watching Coach Q’s face is almost as much fun as watching the game itself. My cousin and I have a standing bet on when this is actually going to happen.
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Dr. Hjalmarsstein and his meatball baby.
For nothammer4, so please don’t use without her permission.
I know it was Emery who was king last night, but I couldn’t wait on this one.
Posted here at Runs on Duncan.
Bringing this around town again because COREY GOT THE SHUTOUT!!!
I know it was Emery who was king last night, but I couldn’t wait on this one.
Posted here at Runs on Duncan.

Just in case Sharpie was feeling down about not nailing that shootout goal. Fucking crossbar.
I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS WHAT IT MADE ME THINK OF

I’m willing to bet the cleavage behind the Hawks bench was hired by the Blues to distract Patrick Kane (photo via Joel Quenneville’s Mustache).