Wherein Jordi falls in love with TV

Jordi loves hockey. In fact, when she came back to Melbourne, there was nothing she enjoyed more than tuning in at 10 or 11AM listening to how her Habs were faring. (I even attempted to tune in at 6AM one day but fell right back to sleep as soon as the alarm sounded) At one point Jordi was going crazy; she couldn't live without hockey.

Some people are talking about how NHL is now offering Centre-Ice online. That's totally awesome and all but the NA restriction is bullshit. Hello? Jordi here. Jordi who will pay MILLIONS to see her Habs play. Or any hockey. ANY hockey.

And that's what she just did.

Yes that's me doing part of my "Jordi SQUEE!" dance. The rest of the moves are amazing. And that's the awesome TV I mentioned a while ago. Those who think that they paid more money just for hockey, think again. My investment will be costing me half a grand a year just so I can get my weekly fix.

And what's the weekly fix you say?

2 mediocre FSN feeds - snipped to fit into the timeslot and of matchups that are less than exhilarating.

And my mind shut down as soon as I got to watch the recent Ottawa & St Louis game. Jordi's highlights?

• I miss the cheering, the random outbursts and me screaming "HA YOU DINK!".
  
• I seemed to be cheering for the Blues even though I knew they would lose. Hopeless romantic eh?
• Gerber's softie goals were total hilarity. I enjoyed them very muchly.
• I miss Nieminen. I love him I love him. Even when he's smacking Gerber's shin for a special bonus I'm squeeing the hell out of him.
• Hi D-Vo!

All in all a good game, everything is a lot more fun with men on skates and a lot of chocolate.

Shittsburgh against Ricky Dee on Friday - Whoo!

Flippin Flyers!

He said his 2-year-old son, Jacob, saw the mask, put it over his head and ran around their Haddonfield family room chanting "Let's Go Flyers!"

Just awesome Biron. Now what you should do, is not sign with Philly. My classmate's a Philly fan and he ragged on my Oily love. In my books that's just not cool.

Raikkonen! How hot is that?

It's been a busy day at Jordi HQ, the workers are working overtime. There's Rugby, AFL and the simple old purr of Formula One engines. Was that hit legal? Is it okay for Ice Hockey games to be bumped because Fox Sports in Australia are fucking dinks? I barely had time to read the paper recently, however it's been a very good day for Jordi as a pretty boy has been gracing the front page with his smile (or lack of).

(A quick disclaimer for those who think I actually care for Formula 1, AFL or Rugby. With the exception of Rugby I care very little for the rest. I apologise who feel that I do not give the Finnish Flash any justice because clearly this man is the shit. Additionally, I am no big F1 fan but tough.)


Kimi Raikkonen wrapped up a triumph yesterday, winning under his new Ferrari colours. While I failed to slap my sister's hand from changing the channel from the press conferences, there's one thing that rings true for all sports fans everywhere - this guy is way too pretty for his own good. The pretty boy of Tag Heuer, he was previously a Maclaren Mercedes man before equipment problems kept stalling his production. Jeremy Roenick then became the new Michael Schumacher for Ferrari, obviously putting his new car to good use. His troubles in the race in Oz came early, lacking the radio transmission at the start of the race and having to do without for the rest of the course. However I doubt that would be much of a problem considering the boy mumbles his way through interviews and it's kind of hard to understand what he says anyway. A clear favourite early on, keep your eyes peeled in the followup in Malaysia for this Flying Finn.

How Hot?

• Dude he drives a Ferrari. Don't guys have hard-ons for Ferrari's? Isn't the Ferrari the equivalent of Scarlett Johanssen in chocolate bodypaint?
  
• Jokingly entered a snow mobile competition in Finland under the name James Hunt. And won.
• Once had purple/red hair. Purple matches my shoes.
  
• Finnish. Finland is known for being sexy. Or the Eurovision.
  
• Sexpot. Don't deny it.
• Has the nickname of "Iceman". Nicknames like that are given only to total hotties. Hopefully that's not indicative of other things.
• Paid $51 Million US per year, making him one of the highest paid F1 drivers.
  
• Is Vesa Toskala's idol. Hot.
• Ales Hemsky's long lost brother?
• Turns on my bi friend.
  

Not too Hot?

• Firstly he's married to Miss Scandinavia 2000 "Jenni Dahlman-Raikkonen". It'll be tough for you melty ladies to get to him now he's married. However...
• Poses in photos with his wife. Clearly he doesn't know how his fangirls feel.
• Likes Eminem. Dude. Lame.
• This guy is a fucking drunk - the papers love it: Drunk or no drunk anymore, this guy needs self control.
  

So does he make the cut? Or no? Either way, he's Ferrari's darling for a long while.

Dear NHL...

So I'm digging through the recent stash of romance novels my sister bought and I see she's bought two romance books based on NASCAR. I assume it must be because she's a good writer and I'm giving one of her books a whirl. However when I was looking at the cover, it proudly displays a NASCAR logo on the front and a website on the back.

Upon further research NASCAR sponsors these women/some men to write romance about them. It's all part of a licensing agreement between Harlequin and NASCAR to provide the fan works for its huge female fanbase.

Um, can I say awesome? This article points to the 40% makeup of the NASCAR fanbase being female as reason enough to try tapping into that niche. So how about that article a while ago (don't make me dig for it) that shows a similiar number in attendance at hockey games? Don't us hockey loving ladies get something here?

So how about it Mr Bettman? Look I know you're busy with the food network cooking shit or whatever it is but I'm sure one day you'll actually you know stop talking about those new jerseys and get in touch with your feminine side.

I know you could get all these different ends of the argument; romance books are for lonely housewives/women with a jaded vision of a man named Fabio (who does exist) whisking them away from their domestic rigid lifestyle. But either ways, romance books spell the cha-ching of dollars. We can make it work.

So how bout it Finny? HG?We can take over the NHL world - one romance book at a time.