The Delightful Twitter Exchange Between Scott Hartnell and Claude Giroux at Last Night’s Fantasy Draft

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Last night, after Claude Giroux and Kimmo Timonen got picked relatively early in the All-Star team selections, leaving Scott Hartnell all to his lonesome and with the fear of a fat kid in a dodgeball draft, Giroux and Hartsy exchanged a few Twitter chirps, as a hockey player would probably call them.

First up, G-Spot:

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Mr. Hartnell? 

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30 minutes later, Hartnell joined Giroux on Team Alfredsson. His reaction:

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Hockey players also like hashtags, apparently.

No response from Claude, who is clearly the cool kid in this relationship (the ultimate sign of power and control is the person who can duck out of a conversation first). 

Sean Couturier and Matt Read, as part of the rookie group, will join Giroux and Hartnell on Team Alfredsson. Timonen is on Team Chara.

Other stuff:

Claude Giroux's Winter Classic jersey sold for $10,000 in an auction last night.

And finally, just for shits and giggles, here’s video of Joey Junior Blackhawks reporter flirting with Heidi Androl of the NHL Network. She’s one of the more functional beauties the NHL rolled out for the event.

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14 Responses

  1. Fat thighs? More cushion for the pushin’. She’s hotter than a lot of the female sportscasters we have here in Philly. 🙂
    Giroux = Alpha male

  2. I think he wore that suit during one of the 24/7 episodes… I love it. But then again, I don’t think he could do or wear anything and I wouldn’t love it.

  3. I’ve got me a suit like that. Giroux has an awesome fashion sense. He must have Irish in him somewhere that’s dying to get out and takeover his French Canookchuk heritage.
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    “She’s one of the more functional beauties the NHL rolled out for the event.”
    And did that Alliyonker Larianoff chick stink at whatever the hell she was doing last night. If the NHL is going to bring her out for eye candy at least get her some talent training. They could have dressed her a lot better too. I’d do her too but then there’s probbly the stink of Ovechkin still on her.
    The sweater handout girl was the hottest, and she didn’t have to speak. I wonder how many of the players got her to the backstage bathroom last night.

    The Real “Real” (and originall) Iron Balls McGinty—Often imposterered, never outclassed.

  4. No post on Hartnell & Lupul telling everyone they had a “sword fight” in the bathroom? Those wacky NHLers…

  5. “Can you go back to not commenting. Your brutal”
    Posted by: The Fake Real Iron Balls McGinty | January 27, 2012 at 02:51 PM
    And YOU’RE still an imposterering posting idiot. You’re too stoopid to know the diffrence tween the use of “your” vs “you’re”. Or to use a ‘?’ for questions.
    And you’re so densly uncreative that you can’t find any other way to comment here. You’re boring as f*ck. Probbly from getting your mushbrains buggered out all the time by Father O’Diddle.
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    The Real “Real” (and originall) Iron Balls McGinty
    —Often imposterered, never outclassed.
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  6. The original real Iron Balls McGinty cannot spell worth of $hit. You are so outclassed. You are making fun of someone for not knowing the difference between you’re and your, a common mistake for many, but you can’t spell “stoopid” (it’s stupid by the way) or “diffrence” (difference).
    That’s not true.
    Get your facts straight and come back and see me.
    Come after me. I’m a man. I’m 40.

  7. Don’t change the f*cking subject! We’re talking about contracktions not spelling. Spelling is hard to remember (and I need me memries for other things), which is why we got dicktionaries. I’d use a dicktionary but I spend me time more wisely than going to the dicktionary all the time.
    Mike Gundy… should change your name to Mike Cunty. Cause that’s what you smell like when I read your shyte.
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    The Real “Real” (and originall) Iron Balls McGinty
    —Often imposterered, never outclassed.
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