Someone else's mom yelled at me today. Oops.

While leaving the YMCA after my workout today, I passed a young kid, writhing around on the ground and screaming at the top of his lungs. It didn't take long for me to realize that he was, indeed, throwing a rather professional temper tantrum. Despite looking completely mortified, his mom was standing above him, holding his coat, and repeating the line, "Put on your coat. Do it now."

As I quickly side-stepped him and made my dash for the door, the kid bolted upright, pointed directly at me, and screamed, "BUT SHE ISN'T WEARING ONE!"

As if the death stare she immediately cast in my direction wasn't enough, here was the mom's catty response: "She's an adult. She can make her own bad decisions."

Awesome. Thanks, kid. Calling me out in public? Not cool. Re-directing your mom's wrath toward me? Even worse. If I see this kid in the next few weeks, running around and wreaking havoc on the Young Men's Christian Association, I will nonchalantly stick my foot out in an effort to trip him.

Speaking of tripping, the Pens beat the Lightning (and superstar Steven Stamkos) tonight, 8-1. Thanks for stopping by, Tampa Bay. Tonight was also the final installment of HBO's 24/7. *tear* Despite the fact that it covered the end of Sid's glorious point streak and the Winter (not-so) Classic, it was amazing. What did I learn tonight?

- Matt Cooke is smokin' hot and his adorable interactions with his kids only make him hotter.

- I still hate Bruce Boudreau.

- Locker room shots, FTW. Pantless Max and shirtless Geno? Was I filming this? No. How can you tell? I would have gone into the showers.

- Mike Green sags his pants and doesn't care if the world sees his ass crack in high definition?

- Angry Sid: Part Deux. This time with no 'stache. Dropping more f-bombs, sassing the refs. Mommy like.

- Jordan Staal is the hottest blonde guy I've ever seen. I think.

- I'm sure the Winter Classic was an amazing experience (it looked amazing with the HBO cameras), but I'm kinda glad I didn't go. Not only did the Pens lose, but it rained...and I have glasses. Bleh.

- Ovechkin celebrating before the game was over makes me angry. Also, the Capitals reacted like they had won the Stanley Cup. It's only 2 points, boys. A meaningful 2 points? Sure, but 2 points, nevertheless.

- Evgeni Vladimirovich Malkin, never leave us. Every single thing he did on this series made me 100 times more obsessed with him...and if you know me at all, you know I was already pretty obsessed. The instant he starts talking, I die inside.



I'm not entirely sure what I would do if I ran into him on the street. Assuming I'd be in Pittsburgh, I think I would hug him, start to cry, and ask him to come to my hotel room to explain to me how the Russian government works...and be naked. #hecancrashmynet

...that akward moment when you realize there's no such thing as a sexy, poly-sci major...