Ovechkin Continues To Flex Big Giant Muscles

Drivin’ by, wavin’ my fist.  Makin’ ‘em mad when I’m goin’ like this.  Top gun, never on the run.  They know not to come ’cause they all get some.  -Public Enemy

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go!  By now we all should know this is Alexander Ovechkin’s world and everybody else is just skating in it.  He cannot be stopped.  Heck, he cannot even be contained.  Couldn’t be contained last night.  Two big last night.  The second one doing his best Major Zamora imitation then flying to the outside while nut-megging Michal Rozsival.  Yowza!  Ovechkin, who is 24 years, 141 days young,  just reached the 500-point plateau in his 373rd regular-season game.  Ovie!  Ovie!  Ovie Oi!  Oi! Oi  Oy veh!  Ovechkin is now the youngest player to reach that milestone since Jaromir Jagr reached that milestone nine days after his 24th birthday.  And just so you know, Ovie needed fewer games to score 500 points than any player since Eric Lindros.  How about that?       

Ovechkin played his first game with the Washington Capitals on October 5, 2005, scoring two goals in a 3-2 victory over Columbus and hasn’t looked back since.  He’s big.  He’s strong.  He’s fast.  He can flat out score.  Think another El Ocho.  Think Cam Neely.  Hall of Fame Cam Neely.  Think a bigger Cam Neely.  A stronger Cam Neely.  A faster Cam Neely.  A flat out scoringer Cam Neely.  Let’s just hope there’s not a bigger, dirtier Ulf Samuelson out there. 

Alexander Ovechkin is special.  You’re so fuckin’ special.  I wish I was special.  But I’m a creep.  I’m a weirdo.  What the hell am I doin’ here?  I don’t belong here.  Ovechkin belongs here.  Just like The Great One and Super Mario belonged here.  Belonged here since he was a rookie. 

Since he was a rookie, an NHL nation turned their lonely eyes to you.  Woo hoo hoo.  Woo hoo hoo.  Number one draft pick in the 2004 draft.  Rookie of the Year in 2006.  In 2006, I saw him score THE goal.  Bill Clement saw it too.  Bill Clement called it ”one of the greatest goals of all time.”  Belmont Mass’ own Paul Mara smashes AO to the ice.  AO slides on his back facing away from the hizzy.  Getting dizzy.  You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy.  The way you rock’n’roll.  Ovechkin, by the grace of God, manages to hook the puck with one hand on his stick and slide it into the net past Brian Boucher.  Heeee shoots, heee scores, heee buys Sam a drink and gets his dog one too!  You knew then and there, you were witnessing what greatness is all about.  LeBron James be damned.

Public Spectacle:

Peace out homies.  Six two and Even!

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