“I don’t need a break, or a fresh start. I just want to be in Edmonton, playing hockey. I want to get back there again, whatever it takes. If that sounds like a robot, then I guess I’m a robot.”
Connor McDavid, in his own words. theplayerstribune.com/connor-mcdavid…
6 AM Monday. Bowl empty. Patience emptier.
This 11-lb cocktail meatball with legs just declared war on my face.🐶
Kenji, tiny sir. You’re fun-sized. I could inhale your entire head like a cherry tomato and still have room for breakfast. One polite nom and you’re yesterday’s chew toy.
Yet here comes Lord Yapyap the Third, teefies flashing, gremlin-screaming, trying to start WWIII on my muzzle.
I am the patron saint of not turning walking charcuterie into pâté.
Touch me again, you rotisserie chicken nugget, and you’ll vanish faster than treats at a Rottie party.
🎥 evidence I deserve a medal (and breakfast)