#bchl

[selkesson]

they took the goalie

[neoncat669]

i also want to talk about this

Powell River Kings junior hockey club. They're part of the BCHL which is a junior hockey league that is well known enough but smaller under the behemoth that is the CHL.

They put out this post basically saying they need to find new ownership by March 29th and if they can't then in order for them to be fully funded and able to play next season they would need supporters from fans. It's a lot of money but that's just how it goes.

It's just another instance of a junior hockey team having to figure out how to survive. The people who get fucked over if they don't pull through aren't the people up top with a lot of money its the kids and the coaches and the people who work for the team.

It just fucking sucks to see the BCHL get fucked over again and it sucks to see kids possibly lose their team because of it.

[sregnarkroywen]

Doyle Cup low five

[habby-abi]

Ok so everyone remembers the anthem singer falling while skating around the rink right?

Well it’s from 2014 during a Penticton Vees game.

Do you know who was on that team? Tyson Jost and Dante Fabbro

Jost is stifling a laugh in his chest protector (first player on the left, #71)

Dante Fabbro watching him skate by after the incident. (#8 but his jersey is tucked)

I just... thank you SC bloopers for reminding me this video existed

[nickschmaltz]

media superstar: jonny tychonick

[drabblemesilly]

Tyson Jost #1

Requested by Anon: Can you do a cute and fluffy Tyson jost imagine?!?! Maybe something after the wjc win agains Russian and him being excited for you to be there for the rest of the tournament?!?! Thanks so much I love your writing ❤

*Thank you so much!! Enjoy! :)*

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The oomph that left your body when a hundred and ninety pound Tyson Jost threw his whole weight at you was worth it, the sweat and smell that assaulted you… meh, not so much. How you managed to catch him before he hit the showers after that game against Russia, you’re still not sure but here you were, amongst the throngs of Team Canada loved ones, hugging your sweaty boyfriend.

“We won!!” he said excitedly, bouncing from one skate to the other, “did you see me?” he asked you like a ten year old child after her first ballet recital, “did you see me?”

“I did,” you laughed, confirming that yes, you did see him, “I saw you go zoom zoom from one end of the rink to the other,” you joked, “did you hear me cheer?”

For a minute, he looked like he was constipated, probably debating whether he should lie and tell you he heard you or not. Deciding that you should let him out of his misery, you chuckled, “Ty, I was seated so far up, of course you didn’t hear me.”

That brought the grin back to his face, “one game down, six more to go!” he said before clarifying, “because I refuse to have worked out this hard over the holidays not to make it to the medals round,” he laughed.

You pushed him away with a finger on his shoulder, “yeah, yeah,” you said, covering your nose, “at this rate, you won’t be going to the medals round if you continue to smell like that.”

He scrunched his nose, “how does my smell affect that?”

You cackled, “all the other teams would wanna defeat you if they can smell you.”

“Ha,” he said, chest rising from the bravado he’s putting up, “you say that but you haven’t smelled the worst,” he laughed, “I,” he said, putting a hand against his chest, “will faint from smelling them.”

“Fiiiine,” you whined, “now go shower so we can get out of here,” you pushed him to the direction of the dressing room, “Lord knows I can’t stand the smell of old socks and jockstraps anymore.”

Tyson nodded, still feeling giddy after the win, “okay, wait for me so we can join the family after,” he said, before running to the lockers, you looking after him with a smile on your face.

Damn if you weren’t proud of that fluff ball.

You impatiently tapped your foot while waiting for him, watching some fans come and go after mingling with their favorite players. You were even close to asking for Dylan Strome’s autograph before deciding against it. Tyson can just get it for you any time anyway and if he can’t – or won’t – there is still a few more days left of the cup.

You smiled to yourself when you realized Tyson still doesn’t know that you’re staying for the rest of the competition. When he was selected to be part of this team, he gave you a hard time for only agreeing to come to one game.

“Babe,” you told him while he was lounging on your bed at your apartment, “I have family to go home to,” you had to remind him.

“But,” he pouted, bottom lip jutting out, “it’s the World Junior Cup!” he rolled on his stomach and kicked his legs, “only the really really good guys get to play at that level,” he stopped kicking and glared at you, “not even your Tyler Seguin got chosen to represent Canada for the under-twenties. Ever.”

You gaped at him, “he was injury-riddled and you know it!” you pointed at him with your index finger, “don’t ever bring that up again,” you threatened, “and speaking of that ‘level’,” you started, making air quotation marks with your fingers, “can I please be the ghost of Christmas past and remind you that you were captain of the under-eighteen team last year and you got chosen for the under-twenty this year,” you said, “so I’m pretty sure you’ll be there again next year,” you grinned, “unless you get recalled by Colorado then I’ll just see you at the Pepsi Center.”

He let out a sigh, “there’s no arguing with you, is there?”

You laughed, “can we please just be thankful that, at least, I’m going to be there for your opener?”

He didn’t have to know that you already booked your flight and that you were staying the whole duration of the cup. What are you if not a supportive girlfriend, eh?

“What’s with the smile?” Tyson’s voice broke your thoughts, standing in front of you looking and smelling fresh.

You shrugged, “nothing. Ready?”

He hoisted his bag on his shoulder and put a protective arm around you, leading you out of the hallway, “what time are you leaving tomorrow?”

You bit your bottom lip to stop from smiling but figured now is a good time as any, “leaving for?”

“Home.”

“Oh,” you said, faking a surprised tone, “I forgot about that,” looking up to glance at him, “I’m not going home.”

Tyson stopped walking to look at you, “huh?”

“I’m already booked at my hotel for a few days and then a hotel in Montréal for the medals,” you grinned at the stunned look on his face, “surprise!”

“You liar,” he whispered.

He said it with an accusatory voice that made you laugh, “what? Did you really think I’d choose to miss this?” you reached up to pinch his nose, “you know me better than that, Ty.”

“And here I was preparing a speech to try and convince you to stay,” he said, looking at the ceiling.

“Did you really?” you snorted.

“You won’t hear it now,” he chuckled before hugging you, “thanks for choosing to be here.”

You hugged him back before leaning to kiss his chin, “did I have a choice, really?” you smiled.

He shook his head, ha, okay.

[neoncat669]

Reporting live from Main Camp

[neoncat669]

A good update on the Coquitlam Express situation