Here’s the second of two fights between Washington’s Brandon Sugden and the Rangers’ enforcer du jour Donald Brashear. I have an appreciation for dudes that can hang into a fight for a minute or more, and this one fits the bill.
The first fight was quick, leaving the fans wanting more - and more is exactly what they got. The second bout was a long one. Sugden started off strong, but Brash was able to gain control, ending the fight strong with a mix of grappling and punches in a mess of jerseys.
Brashear skated off to cheers, the loudest he’s received at MSG so far. His hit on Blair Betts is close to being forgiven. via.
I’m trying to give hockey a fair shake this fall. That and every other sport that Kobe Bryant doesn’t play. also.
Much has been made of New York Rangers heel Sean Avery interning at Vogue this summer, but we haven't really gotten an insider's look at how the bruiser is surviving in the cutthroat fashion world. Freelancer Susan Kirschbaum (also responsible for the photo above) spoke to Avery at an art fundraiser Monday night, where he raved about his coming trip to Paris with his bud "Anna" (aka Anna Wintour, the ruling ice queen of fashion) to see Chanel, Dior, and Gaultier.
Kirschbaum, reasonably suspicious or perhaps just playing up stereotypes, asked him if he was sure he wasn't gay. Avery assured her of his straightness, then departed with this nugget: "I'm going home to jerk off to you now." And Gawker kindly came through with these additional details:
A tipster tells us that Avery added "And that's a big compliment," and later text messaged Kirschbaum saying that "the session is going well."
Aww dude, you blew it! Don't text her right away! You're supposed to wait two days before telling a girl you masturbated to her. Well, it doesn't have to be exactly two days. I think the window is after two days, but BEFORE the restraining order takes effect.
I tried to avoid this story because it's an obvious ploy for attention and — even worse — it's about hockey, but here it is: New York Rangers bad boy Sean Avery will serve as an unpaid intern at Vogue magazine this summer, meaning that he's moving from one dying industry right into another.
Avery, who makes $2 million a year with the Rangers and has cavorted with starlets since his days with the Los Angeles Kings, initiated the contact with Vogue editor Anna Wintour. "He is ridiculously obsessed with fashion," Avery's publicist Nicole Chabot told ABCNews.com. "He loves it more than anything in the world. It's something he has always wanted to do."
Chabot admits Avery is an agitator in the "old-style" of hockey and a "blabber mouth," but off ice the player is "surprisingly articulate, creative and savvy," she said. He's also charming, she noted. "There is not a woman that doesn't fall in love with him in five minutes."
Chabot must not be up to speed on her blog-reading, because Sean Avery is pretty much the only dude to ever get turned down by Paris Hilton.
And dude, I don't care how much you love Project Runway, no straight man — even a millionaire sports star — should ever try to brave the Vogue offices. Those stylish, thin creatures working there only look like women; they've long since lost any connection to humanity. It's like going to work in a beehive, if you filled a beehive with cats.
Here's a commercial from 1979 that shows just how much the New York Rangers loved Sasoon jeans:
I'm not going to impugn these hockey players' fashion sense because they're just trying to draw attention to their lower body and away from their mashed faces. It's the same reason I wear no pants at all. More Ranger ice dancing in jeans after the jump.
After what I'm sure will be a thrilling Pro Bowl, football will be gone for 6 months. I'm depressed, let's watch a fight:
Brandon Dubinsky and Mike Richards also engaged in some fisticuffs during this game. Man, hockey's awesome, except for the hockey part - Rangers won 2-0. -KD
Production is a little slow at With Leather headquarters (read: Spearmint Rhino) this morning, so I thought I'd break out the flux capacitor and revisit a happier time, a time when Mark Messier obliterated that Willa Ford-humping pansy Mike Modano. Stick around 'til the end for bonus footage reminiscent of a classic scene from Bart the Daredevil.
Oh, Mark Messier, I miss you. Your well-rounded game, your leadership, your durability, your ruggedly handsome features– what? I mean GRRR CROSS-CHECK!
