SOB can haz goal?
For those of you who follow me on twitter, you probably know how I rage on Shane O’Brien. If it’s not a tweet about his jersey being retied and hung in the penalty box, it’s something about trading him for a bag of pucks and a box of day old timbits. You’ll also recollect a number of statements I’ve made regarding the scoring prowess of one Shane O’Brien recently. Something along the lines of wearing his jersey for every Canuck game for the rest of the season should he score. Well, I think I might be eating those words shortly.
Having not been able to catch the first two periods of last night’s game, I didn’t get the chance to see the beginning of what has to be the end of days. Late in the first period, O’Brien was on the ice in a 4 on 4 situation and found himself in alone against Ty Conklin. Going with the popular “whiff the puck and hope to get a changeup past the goaltender” style of shot, O’Brien hit the lottery and scored. Yes. You heard that right. He scored.
Now I figured this was simply a joke when I read about it and made a comment that if I didn’t see it happen myself, then hell if it didn’t. Kind of like how a tree falls in the forest and no one is around type of thing. But then @donkamero linked me a replay to ensure I didn’t miss out:
I’m pretty sure frogs will fall from the sky later today if they haven’t already.
Fortunately, one of my last conversations on twitter about the whole “SOB scores a goal, I wear his jersey” deal was with @carolineguichon. I had tweeted that should SOB score a goal, I would wear either his jersey or shirt if someone were to buy it for me. I figured that it was a good deal either way due to the inability of ol’ cement hands to get one, and should he happen to fluke out, I wouldn’t be held entirely on the hook. Caroline took me up on this offer thinking it would be fun, but also likely thinking it my reasoning was logical – SOB scoring a goal was as likely as Wellwood turning down a Mozza Burger from A&W.
So, here’s the deal. If someone, anyone, has a desire to hook me up with either his jersey, or a shirt with his name on it (and provided it fits – XXL or big ass huge works), I will wear it for a game or two. Heck, I’ll even let a picture be taken with me wearing it in public – something you can imagine is nearly as bad as being caught naked on Robson.