This is what was waiting for me in the mailbox. Which is so horrible that as soon as it’s uploaded on here, I’m just going to delete the photo off my desktop because I feel so wrong to have something called malkin.jpg. ::shudders::
But then I open the magazine and this is what I see:
After a really long week, Claude Giroux appears in my mailbox. Someone up there likes me.
Yes, I’m still receiving The Hockey News, mostly because I keep forgetting to cancel my subscription and then my credit card gets charged again and I hate to waste it. But lately, I’ve enjoyed reading bits and pieces of the magazine.
The article on Giroux doesn’t really add anything new to the conversation. I’m not sure I knew his exact numbers in Juniors or the AHL, but I knew they weren’t too shabby. There’s the cliche mention of how Bob Clarke forgot Giroux’s name to draft him and how, of course, he would have to make sure the world knew his name after that.
I have tried to keep my admiration for #28 to a minimum on this site. As a female hockey fan, there is always this penchant for people to think that you just like hockey for the attractiveness of the players. Or that you’re just a puck bunny. I won’t lie; I do notice the physical appearance of the players I watch. I’m not blind. But it’s like actors: they can be gosh darn pretty, but if they can’t act, it’s annoying.
Claude Giroux can act. He can play because even when he’s in a ‘slump,’ where the points aren’t coming, he is still making plays that we wish the rest of our team could pull off. I have a saved youtube clip in my account from preseason 2010, when the Flyers had a shootout with the Toronto Maple Leafs and Giroux did this amazing move where it ended with him backhanding the puck up and in the net. I remember when I saw it, I called for my mom to come see. When she saw it, I said, “I had no idea a goal could be sexy.” She rolled her eyes at me.
His no-look passes, his stick-handling, his ability to be in the exact right spot to shoot a goal still tends to blindside me with its awesomeness. To top it all off, off-ice, he seems like a good guy. He never takes the credit for what he’s done for each game, but talks about helping the team. He delights in working with Jaromir Jagr, embarrassed by the veteran’s comparison of him to Mario Lemieux. He gets frustrated with himself when he’s not performing well and constantly pushes himself. And his trash talk always makes me laugh.
If you’re a Flyers fan, you know all this. The reason I mention it is because there’s something incredibly exciting about watching a player grow. I’ve not had this experience before as the newbie that I am. But I’m getting to watch a kid, only twenty-four years old, blossom into an exciting player, all the while still humble and grateful for the opportunities he’s gotten. It’s being a part of something potentially amazing, even once in a lifetime. So we fans are just grateful to be along for the ride.
It’ll be fun to watch this journey.