When I saw this article in the Metro I thought we were better, we can make this work, you and I. Sure, you hit me (or cross checked Snow... whatever, semantics), but it felt like a kiss - you can't control yourself, you are just a passionate guy, right?
I was so smitten when you told me your intentions: “I hope it will be better for me, I want to be a leader here. I want to help Halifax and I hope I’ll get a lot of points.”
It had left me doodling 'Q-girl loves Jan' all over my binders and sighing deep heavy sighs. It was love Stransky, love. I know it has only been a week, but when you are young 'love' happens fast. I was ready to have your small, blonde, blue eyed babies. You could take those babies and use them as targeted projectiles on the ice; use them to hit your enemies from behind and then let those babies take the FOUR GAME SUSPENSION.
A four game suspension is no way to start a relationship. If you need me I will be crying in the girls washroom.