Put your hands together, for your... Wednesday's.... Hot Coals...
Like most Wednesday's this off-season things are pretty quiet on the Flames-front (I am beginning to think Arik and Hayley have me doing Wednesday's for a reason...) but it's a sexy quiet, so I will trek on and dig up the best stories I can for your reading pleasure.
Sven Baertschi, the Flames 1st overall pick in the Feaster era, has signed with the big club in some what of an expected move--it's a 3 year, ELC--worth $925,000 with an AVV of 1.45 million dollars. That's a lot of Pizza.
The best Matchsticks and Gasoline writers will have more on the signing later, but until then you've got me; the Rodney Dangerfield of this outfit-- a writer so hard done by I outsource my articles to my 4 year old cousin, Gertie.
More tasteful bits of culture and hockey links after the jump...if you dare.
Buncha charitable drug peddling noobs.
On Monday, Hayley wrote about Five Hole For Food, the charity street hockey event held in Calgary yesterday that saw many local celebrities including Justin and Hayley of M&G fame getting their shins slashed (all for a good cause)--the event was a reported huge success and at least 17 cans of food were donated. Knowing nothing about the actual game that was played or who won, the real winner of the event was the Calgary Food Bank.
Update: LOL-- When I think of Bourque groupies I think of girls in Bourque jerseys or t-shirts, and cowboy hats. What a babe!
Sadly, I look just like this when I camp out for Flames playoff tickets.
In Calgary--we have many great minor league level arenas, few better than the Max bell Arena, which was just recently used by old women to purchase wristbands so they could gawk at Prince William and Princess Kate from not so a far at a government reception. In honour of the Royal couple, I thought it would be great to take a look at some of the Royal couples of the Flames organization.
Royalty personified. Kara and Jarome's Royal Wedding.
How could we forget Dion and Elisha. How could you trade away such sloppy seconds, Sutter? How could you.