Me and my BFF

I’m talking about Brent Seabrook, of course. I was at Starbucks this morning, attempting to yell at Ellen because my coffee was not hot enough by 2 degrees and failing miserably (because really, people, it takes a certain kind of psychoticness to yell at someone as sweet as Ellen about your fricking COFFEE, but apparently there are some of you who’ve managed to rise to the occasion – be proud!) and Diane mentions that he had come in – this was after my casually bringing up last week that the gods had smiled upon me and I was actually going to the first Blackhawks playoff game.

Me: Yeah, the Blackhawks and me, we’re like that (I hold up crossed fingers). Couldn’t be any tighter. Like multiple twins from that crazy octomom, separated at birth. Like….

Diane, interrupting: Hey, that Hawks guy Brent….something, it’ll come to me, comes in here all the time for coffee, lives in the neighborhood…

Me: WHAT??? He lives HERE and no one ever told me?? How could I not know this?

Jesus: What are you guys talking about? Oh, that Hawks guy? Yeah, he’s in here all the time.

Jesse, nodding: Oh yeah, all the time.

Me, mouth agape: Wait. So you have an actual player from the BLACKHAWKS frequenting this little Roscoe Village store…..and I knew nothing about this? I thought we were all friends!

Diane: Seabrook, that’s it! Yep, all the time.

So this morning I was talking to Brent - okay, not actually talking to HIM, but talking to Diane ABOUT him, which is basically the same thing, about how he and I hang out all the time - though technically I've never met him in person, but hell, why quibble over minor details? We are, as you can see, like I said, tight. And why not? Look at all the things Brent and I have in common, for example. He plays hockey, I play hockey. He lives in Roscoe Village, I live in Roscoe Village. He’s an uber-fit, in shape, 24-year-old professional sports star with a vast following, and I’m a……umm………

Hey, so, how ‘bout them Blackhawks, eh? 4^th playoff game tonight – GO HAWKS!!