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bombshelllblonde · 8 months ago

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heyyyyyy im backkk!!!!!!!

invading ur ask box again lol, sorry!!!!!!

this might start being a thing

ANYWYAS

i totally forgot to mention last time hiw muvh i love lenny, mary-beth and hosea and tilly and MOLLY O SHEA omg

the drinking mission w lenny is one of my favorites, and I LOVE PLAYING DOMINOES W TILLY MY GIRL SHE IS THE BEST

AND SADIE I LOVE HER SM

Like yea gurl!!!!! kill the o driscolls!! kill them all!! avenge ur pookie!!! rahhh!!!

Mary-beth and kieran are my blorbs. my pookies. my babbygirls. my schmookums

molly o'shea that woman that she is i love her so so so much

i feel so bad for her tho w her fights w dutch :(

speaking of dutch, idk i have like a neutral (slightly negative) view of him???

i dislike how he treats molly, and w how he treats mary-beth?? (inst dutch also like 40-50 and mary-beth like 20-smth? idk im probably rlly biased in this lol)

ALSO another reason dutch be chosing Micah the rat over what is his basically adopted son??

im definitely biased in this but wtv lmao

but he hasnt really done much so i dont hate him, but i dont like him either

moving on, do yk if theres any way to explore blackwater + south of it while playing as arthur? i wanna get all the dinosaur bones and legendary animals !!

i replayed the 'americans at rest' mission, yk w bill (i think) javier and charles at the bar (towards the beginning of the game)

its so fucking funny i cannot

arthur walks in, uses his amazing charmer skills (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) and then bill runs in, punches a guy therefore starting a bar fight, HERE COME CHARLES WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, arthur gets his ass kicked and then kicks ass and nearly beats the guy half to death

yk when jack grows up and tells epople abt his dear ol uncle arthur that uncle lore drop boutta be CRAZYYYY

did i mention charles throwing a chair? its my favorite part could you tell

i have a pretty neutral view of john marston ig, i kinda hope he steps up and gets the stick outta his ass, starts being a father to jack or smth but im trying not to get my hopes up lmao

thats it for now!!!! hope u have a nice day!!!!

(thanks for responding to these btw! lmk if im bothering u tho, ty for letting me ramble abt my hyperfixation lmao)

okay lsitennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn rdr2 has been mt hyper fixation since July of 2022 when my brother in law gave me his old ps4 and the game and i don’t think ive shut up about it since i started playing. My entire personality is rdr2. And my current outlet/therapy is writing my rdr2 fanfiction

it’s gotten to the point where my family has literally started buying me cowboy/outlaw stuff. when I was a teenager i loved owls so everyone got me owl things. now im obsessed with cowboys at 26 years old and every gift I receive has something to do with outlaws

My sister got me a cameo of Roger Clark talking to me as Arthur for my 25th bday and literally nothing has ever topped that. It was the most amazing gift ever and now I have a video of Arthur Morgan saying my name and talking to me about my horses!!!! It’s so amazing I watch it all the time

unfortunately there isn’t any way to explore blackwater as Arthur unless you get like mods or something. the AI immediately roll up and the bounty hunters shoot him dead if you try to get into west Elizabeth

do you know how to play dominoes??? Literally ive only ever played 5 finger fillet in that game because i cant fucking play dominoes or poker bc i don’t know how

also Tilly is amazing just wait until later in the game. there’s a mission that really solidified the love i have for Arthur being the protective older brother

Dutch is sooooo complex and i think that’s why i love him so much. i won’t get too deep into my feels for him just yet bc i want you to keep going without me saying anything but once you get farther into the game we can talk about him!!!

Hosea and Dutch are literally my gay fathers. I love them so much. Their love for each other literally makes my tummy flip I love it so so so much

Also I’d let Charles hit me with a chair too, tbh. Love of my life

I never disliked Molly but I didn’t like her either, I think she’s just too much of a loud mouth. Felt like to me she could have not been in the game and it wouldn’t have changed much. Idk

And John’s complexity we can talk about after you progress a lil further. I honestly don’t want to spoil anything or give it away unless you don’t care about spoilers. But I’m just gonna stay quiet until you let me know 😂😂😂😂

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr 2 #dutch van der linde

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wintersnightdiary · 8 years ago

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Bombshells - Chapter 1 of 2

AUTHOR: wintersnightdiary WHICH CHARACTER: Actor Seb GENRE: Angst, Friendship FIC SUMMARY: Tatiana, stylist and part-owner of Bombshells, a themed men's salon in New York City, is thrown off-guard when an old friend and former regular client decides to pop back in for a service.

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: None. Tame for now, eventual smut.

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Feedback and comments are welcome!

Chapter 1

Tying the black apron around my waist, I blew the bangs off my face with a huff. Salon still doesn’t open for another 2 hours. Ugh. Grabbing my Starbucks off the counter, I took a long, satisfying swig. It was way too early for this shit. But, we were down three girls during the crazy weekend rush and business had to go on regardless, especially for the owner, AKA, me. One of five owners to be exact, and as any proper entrepreneur would say that equals no days off and no rest for the weary.

I lugged all of the boxes of new inventory to the front and finished stocking the shelves just in time for my phone to ping with an incoming message.

CD: << pleeeeeeeeeease tell me you are working today >>

I rolled my eyes at the text. The question was completely random and out of the blue, but not surprising at all, coming from this particular person. I began to type a long irritated message to the tune of, ‘Fuck off! Do you have a tracking chip implanted on me or something?’ before forgoing that rash idea and deciding on something more vague and brief.

<< Sort of. Not open yet. Putting away inventory >>

Before I could elaborate, I received a response.

CD: <<YES! Be there in 20>>

Growling, I muttered to myself, “Son of a bitch.” Once he made a decision, there was no arguing it. Might as well get ready for the insufferable pain in the ass. He had some nerve texting me out of nowhere like that, considering how we’d left things. But again, couldn’t say I was that surprised. Fucker.

Gathering up the rest of the supplies, I shoved the boxes along the walls behind the front counter. Guess I’ll have one of the girls unpack these in the stockroom for me later when they get in. I raced to the back room to change into my uniform.

The idea for this business venture revealed itself while we were still in our last year at NYU. A group of five friends, tremendously inebriated at the time, were rambling aimlessly about their plans for the future and what their dreams were post-graduation. It was when I had admitted, half-jokingly, about wanting to throw my shitty foreign language degree out the window and just cut hot men’s hair for a living that my friend Sasha chimed in with, “Or you can use your Business Admin Minor to open a salon.”

It was that simple comment that opened the floodgates of drug and alcohol fueled ideas to start flowing from the group. Shouts of, “Ohhhhh, it should be a themed salon!”

“We should do something that caters to men!”

“Maybe something with a sexy theme! Sex sells, especially for men.”

“OH! A Hooters for haircuts!”

The ideas were shouted around in a giant circle of words until we had all concluded that opening up a salon called “Bombshells” was the greatest idea, ever. The employees would all have cute, military themed, skimpy uniforms, and cater to men all over NYC. We’d also make sure to employ some male stylists, as well. We had the best business plan in the world! Well, best plan until we all graduated and forgot about that faithful conversation on a typical, young and wild weekend.

It was a few years later that my friend Maya called out of the blue, and asked if I remembered that crazy idea we’d had all those years ago. After a lengthy discussion and agreeing to reach out to our old friends, we had all hands on deck and Maya’s dad’s money to help invest in the place. It was a lot of strenuous effort, elbow grease and collaboration from everyone to make it happen, but we did and never looked back. I was so glad Maya called me all of those years ago, because even though the salon was hard work, it was my ultimate dream and it was worth it.

I put on the barely-there, olive-green, army uniform. I knew he preferred this particular outfit most, which of course I teased him about in context. Just as I put the finishing touches on my make-up and smoothed my hair under the triangle cap I had bobby-pinned askew on the top of my head, the buzzer rang.

Crap. He’s here already. I started to hurry toward the door, but stopped mid-way to take a deep breath and calm myself. It had been so long since I had seen or even spoken to him, and the nerves were overwhelming me. The bastard.

Catching his dazzling smile and mischievous eyes peering underneath his baseball cap, I opened the glass door with a flourish.

“Come inside, you big dweeb!” I taunted while grabbing his arm and dragging him in. He let me pull him inside before snatching his arm back, laughing as I pushed and locked the door.

“So, that’s the greeting I get after all this time?” He mocked a pout garnished with an impish gleam in his eyes.

I huffed past him in irritation. “What were you expecting? An opened-mouthed frencher?”

“Mm. Maybe.” I heard him say from behind me, teasingly.

I grunted absently in response and busied myself by getting the station ready. “Aw, come on, Tati.” He said as he grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Don’t I at least get a hug?” Before I could react, he gathered me in his strong arms and squeezed tightly.

Frozen in shock, I stood near catatonic from surprise. I felt his head come around and he uttered lowly in my ear, “God, I’ve missed you so much. You look and smell incredible.” He took a deep breath, pressing his nose into my neck.

As he began to step-in closer, I finally came to my senses and pushed him firmly away. “You know what, Seb? That’s fucking bullshit and you know it.” My blood began to boil; I felt the hot rage starting to simmer inside. “I am really not in the mood today. So, why don’t you come with me to the sink and let’s get this over with.”

A look of complete disbelief took over Sebastian’s face, his mouth gaping open and his eyes wide with alarm. He just stared at me, like an insane looking bug-eyed statue. If I weren’t so filled with fury, I would actually find it quite comical. Unfortunately for him, I was teaming with ire.

Of course he would act completely innocent, like he did nothing wrong. Of course he would. If I was angry before, I was even more pissed off now. What was it with men and their selective memory? He had to know why I was so upset. I was absolutely sick of Sebastian Stan coming in and out of my life whenever he damned well pleased. Well, not entirely true. I would be happy with him coming into it, if it didn’t mean a swift and unpredictable exit immediately afterward.

After our blank-stare standoff, Seb was the first to move. He shook his head slightly and his face twisted into a look of contrite. I knew what was coming, and I had absolutely no desire to hear it. Turning around to walk toward the sinks, I felt a swift hand reach out to grab and stop me. “Tatiana, I’m really…”

I held up my hand. “Seb, no.” I tore my other hand out of his and stepped back. “Look. It is what it is. Let’s not get into this now. Just… follow me to the sinks and let’s get on with your cut,” I said firmly.

He looked down at the ground and fidgeted a bit. I immediately began to feel bad. Ugh! Why do I let him affect me like this? I couldn’t bear seeing him upset and I hated that he had this pull over me. I sighed dramatically. “I’m not trying to start an argument right now. You came here for a service, so let’s get it going. I don’t want us to have tension the whole time. It’s fine. Let’s just forget about it.” I grabbed his hand and he finally looked up and smiled at me.

“But, Tati, you’re right. I was an asshole and I should’ve never…”

I interrupted him again. “Stop. Let’s go have a wash.” I pulled his arm and began walking to the back with him trailing after. He trudged behind me and then plopped himself on the sink chair. He looked up at me from underneath his cap. “Now, are you going to take that thing off and let me survey the damage or what?” I quipped with my hand on my hip.

Sebastian gave a bashful smile before removing his hat and running his hand through, further disheveling his matted down hair. “Yeah, it’s been awhile.” He sighed while giving a self-deprecating look.

I ran my hands through his soft, silken strands and replied, “You ain’t kidding.” His hair was like heaven, shiny, smooth and emulated spun silk, not to mention one of the many attractive qualities about him. Stop it, Tati. You know there’s no place for those thoughts now. “So, what shall we do?” I asked while fingering his overgrown mane.

“Well, um. Nothing too crazy, I guess. Just… maybe a little bit of a cleanup and trim,” Sebastian responded tentatively.

Nodding a bit in response, I walked back over to the sink feeling Seb’s eyes trail behind me. “So, how’ve you been?” I attempted idle chatter not really anticipating the unwanted topic I was inadvertently opening up.

“You’re really not gonna let me apologize to you?” He turned his head to look at me, while I mostly pretended to search the cabinets for a towel and hair products.

“Apologize for what?” I said, distractedly.

“Aw, maaan. You really are upset with me, aren’t you? I really fucked up.” He cursed under his breath. “I know I did. But, Tati, I promise you, it’s not that I did it on purpose…”

Scoffing loudly, I slammed the shampoo and conditioner down on the counter. “You didn’t do ANYTHING, Seb! That’s the point.” I wrapped the towel around his neck and turned the water on to test the temperature.

“I know… and I-,” he began but was quickly cut off.

Leveling the sink faucet head and pointing it at his face, I began raging, “So help me, Sebastian if you try to half-ass apologize to me right now...”

“It’s not a half-ass apology!” He spun around and looked at me incredulously. Running his fingers nervously through his hair, he attempted to say more calmly, “If you could just-.”

“Listen. I really REALLY don’t want to do this right now, OK? I honestly and truly don’t.” I sighed in exasperation. Giving him the best pleading look I could muster, I said, “Please. Please, just let it go. I’m trying to. Let’s just say whatever happened… happened. And whatever didn’t… well, it just didn’t.” I shrugged trying to appear nonchalant, albeit reeling inside.

The face peering back at me was completely ashamed and I was having a hard time holding it together. Stop feeling sorry for HIM, you idiot. Hold your fucking ground for once! “Plus, you have a girlfriend now, so… how’s that going?” I blurted out menacingly.

“Tatiana-,” he whined, but the warning glare I gave him made him pause.

Nodding slowly in resigned acceptance, he responded. “Good. It’s going good, great… actually.” Wringing his hands and running his hand through his hair again, he turned around and stared at the floor. “We just came back from a trip.” He mumbled.

Before that could lead to a conversation I had entirely no interest in having, I quickly deflected. “Super. So do you want just a quick trim then? Shorter on the sides and longer on the top? The usual?” I inquired with a forced peppiness.

Sebastian let out a huge sigh and shook his head a bit. “Yeah. That would be perfect. Thanks,” he continued with his head down.

I went to stand in-between his outstretched legs and he slowly raised his head to scan me from bottom to top before biting his lip and leaning back in his chair. Gently, I nudged his shoulders and put my finger under his chin to tilt his head backwards into the sink. He gazed up at me while I leaned further to reach the faucet handle in the back. I applied the water down over his hair, getting it thoroughly wet.

Walking around to the side of his chair near the sink, I lathered up my hands with shampoo. “So, Mr. Hollywood, what’chu been up to?” I asked, attempting to start a benign conversation.

A slight smirk formed at the corner of his mouth before replying, “You know. This and that.”

Placing my soap-covered hands on his hair, I transferred the cleanser with my fingers, slowly massaging his scalp. “Oh, the old this, that and the other, eh?” I grinned as I continued my ministrations.

“Mm. Yeah,” was the only thing Seb said as his eyes closed. He wore a blissful look on his face as I massaged his head with my fingers. My hands moved slow and methodical, rubbing downward and into his scalp. Sebastian sighed and groaned whenever I hit a particular sweet spot. “Oh my god. You really haven’t lost your touch,” he groaned.

I smiled a little at the admission. Seb always did enjoy my shampoo sessions. It’s one of first compliments I ever received in the salon when we opened, and ironically Sebastian was my very first client. He happened upon my chair by pure chance. I wasn’t scheduled to work as a stylist, but we were very busy and with the growing line, I decided to step in and help out.

He became quite the regular customer after that. Of course, he wasn’t that well-known back then and could practically just walk-in during regular salon hours. I remember being so smitten over Sebastian, the adorable man with the sexy smile. Some things never change.

The wistful look I was sporting transformed to quiet shock when I felt fabric rubbing up against the side of my leg. Looking down, I noticed Seb’s leg passing over mine, whether purposefully or not, I didn’t know. But the suddenness of it all had caused me to pause my ministrations just long enough for Seb to notice. He opened his eyes curiously and stopped the movement in his leg. Realization suddenly dawning, his face transformed into a look of panic as his hand went to rub the spot his limb was previously touching. It was a reflexive reaction and I’m sure not purposefully done, but when Seb’s bare hand touched the skin on my thigh, I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. I haven’t felt those rough hands in so long, and they felt entirely too good.

Once he recognized what he did yet again, he quickly brought his hand away and began stammering. “Oh my god. Tati, I’m so sorry. I thought that was the side of the chair! I was practically half asleep the whole time. I-I… had no idea what I was doing.” He squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment.

I shook my head a bit to gather my senses and began to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. “Oh come on, you big baby. It’s fine.” I admonished. “It’s not like we haven’t-,” I stopped myself before I could even utter the rest out loud.

Yes, Sebastian and I slept together. We shared a drunken night of passion after months of sexual tension. Yes, it was wonderful and lived up to every fantasy I’d ever had about him. It was all more than amazing. Except the part where he pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth the next day, and I never saw or heard from him again, that is… until today.

“Yeah. Well…” I trailed off as I turned the water back on. “Let’s get you all rinsed off so we can cut this rug of yours and get you out of here.” I bantered, hurriedly changing the subject. Can’t believe you were actually going to go there, Tati. What the fuck?

Seb squinted and stared at me with one eye open. “Aw, really? I was really enjoying that,” he sulked.

I laughed and continued to rinse his hair. “Well, mister. It’s going to be opening time soon. And I’m just trying to get you out of here before you are stuck in a massive hug line, taking endless selfies.” Seb grinned and gave a shrug in resigned agreement.

After drying his hair a bit with a towel, I gestured for him to follow me to my station. I twirled around quickly once I reached the chair making my skirt flare, and caught Seb staring down at my bare legs. Realizing he was just caught in the act, he coughed and cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment. “So. Um. How have you been, Tati? The place looks really nice. Did you renovate?” He asked sheepishly, trying very hard to change the subject.

I went over to my drawer and started pulling out the tools I needed for his cut, beaming internally. I knew putting on this outfit was a good choice. “Yeah. The rest of the gang thought it would be a good idea, so I went along with it.” I wrapped the smock around him and tied it. “It actually came out nice, I think.” And just like that, all of the awkward tension fell away and we were transported to ourselves before that drunken night so long ago.

We chitchatted pleasantly, yet superficially, as I finished Seb’s haircut. I took his smock off, handed him the mirror and turned his chair so he could see the back. “Thanks so much, doll. I love it as always.” He said as he touched and ran his fingers through the shorter strands on the back of his head.

He stood up and gave me a giant bear hug, lifting me in the air and leaning back. Seb placed me gently down on the floor still holding on tight. He brought his mouth to my cheek and pressed a lingering kiss to the side of my face. My insides warmed from the platonic yet intimate contact. God, I miss this so much. “We should get together sometime soon. I’m in town for a while. For coffee or something, maybe?” Seb mumbled into my hair.

I smiled into his shoulder. As much as that sounded like everything I wanted in that moment, I knew those days were gone. He moved on, he had a girlfriend. We couldn’t go back to being just friends, especially when I could acknowledge the obvious chemistry between us that time had certainly not quelled. His brief company just now alone made my insides thrum with excitement.

“That sounds nice, Sebby,” I muttered as I disentangled myself from his arms.

“But…” he continued for me while giving me a grave look that told me he knew exactly what I was going to say.

I sighed and folded my arms across my chest defensively. “But, you KNOW what. You have a girlfriend now. We haven’t kept in touch. I think it’s best if we leave the past in the past at this point. Don’t you?”

Seb blew a puff of air out of the side of his mouth and smiled a dejected smile while rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah, you know what? You’re probably right,” he said while nodding his head. “You are right, Tati. I’m sorry.”

He turned around to leave, grabbing his hat and shoving it in his back pocket. “Hey listen, I didn’t bring my wallet. Can you send me a bill when you get a chance?”

“Sure, Seb. No problem,” I admonished with a wave of my hand.

Sebastian gave me one final glance as he opened the door to leave. “Thanks for everything, Tati. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” He said with a hopeful crooked smile.

My throat began to dry up just then, and I felt my chest squeeze in protest. I really can’t believe I’m just going to let him leave like this. I cleared the roughness in my voice before speaking. “Ye-Yeah. Maybe.” I looked down suddenly, emotions beginning to get the best of me.

I heard the door shut as I hurried off to the bathroom, hot tears stinging my cheeks.

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thrashermaxey · 6 years ago

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Ramblings: Brady Tkachuk Leaving College, Johnny Gaudreau and Ranking Systems (Aug 12)

Brady Tkachuk Leaving College, Johnny Gaudreau and Ranking Systems, plus more…

According to John Buccigross of ESPN, Brady Tkachuk has decided to leave Boston University and sign a pro contract with the Ottawa Senators.

Brady Tkachuk, son of Keith, has informed Boston University Head Coach Albie O'Connell of his intentions to sign a pro contract. pic.twitter.com/3VziMjCin8

— Bucci Mane (@Buccigross) August 11, 2018

In case you’re wondering, the younger Tkachuk is already listed in the Fantasy Guide as playing for Ottawa this coming season. But there’s still a chance that he may not spend the entire season in Ottawa. This could play out by the Senators keeping Tkachuk around for the nine-game trial, then sending him to the OHL’s London Knights, who own his rights.

Snooping around on the Brady Tkachuk story, there is a strong belief from most corners that he ends up playing with the London Knights this season.

— Jeff Marek (@JeffMarek) August 11, 2018

In case you’re wondering where Tkachuk might fit in now, the Sens have a number of established NHL-level players at the left wing position. But with the departure of Mike Hoffman, the Sens also lack a true top-liner at that position. So Tkachuk could receive an opportunity to latch on to a scoring line right away.

It's anyone’s guess whether Tkachuk would stay in Ottawa for the full season or not. But it’s worth mentioning that brother Matthew went straight to the Flames right after being drafted and stayed the entire season. So it’s possible that Brady is trying to follow the same path. But ultimately it will be the Senators’ decision. If the Sens are a Canadian tire fire again, then playing in London would be a better option for the 2018-19 season.

One left wing that Tkachuk will be battling for minutes with will be Ryan Dzingel. With all the turmoil in Ottawa last season (and stretching into the offseason), it’s easy to overlook the fact that Dzingel tied for the team lead in goals with 23. There’s lots to like with Dzingel as a potential deep sleeper. Not only is he playing for a contract, but he is also entering his fourth season (if you count his 30-game 2015-16 season). His production climbed as the season went on, which was at least partially due to his deployment with Matt Duchene later in the season.

At this point Dzingel might be the preferred choice on the top line while Tkachuk becomes accustomed to the NHL either this season or next. But long term, he’s probably keeping the seat warm for Tkachuk. In the meantime, you can have fun saying the name "Dzingel!" Doesn't it just roll off the tongue?

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ESPN has recently published its fantasy hockey rankings. Although the World Wide Leader isn’t known for hockey in general or fantasy hockey in particular, these rankings are worth checking out, especially if you play in a fantasy hockey league hosted by ESPN. I know, as a company man, I should suggest that you only go to the Dobber rankings, so I’m not going to disparage them in any way. Rankings are not an easy job, since I’ve compiled them myself. But in past drafts, I’ve used multiple rankings sheets, combined with either my personal rankings sheets or simply my own judgment, to get what I think is a better idea of where I should really draft a player.

So to expand on what different rankings systems mean: ESPN rankings are designed for single-season leagues, particularly those using ESPN default settings, which use multiple categories. Dobber rankings such as the Top 300 Keeper League Skaters rank skaters only using the player’s keeper value in a points-only setting. So that should explain to some degree why Johnny Gaudreau is ranked #7 in the Dobber rankings, but #46 by ESPN. Gaudreau will arguably be a top-10 scorer over the next few seasons, yet he is grouped among the following by the ESPN Player Rater (which I realize is down at the moment, but I was able to access a couple nights ago):

Rank

Player

+/-

PIM

PPP

ATOI

SOG

Patrice Bergeron

2.32

1.32

2.01

0.08

1.98

0.65

1.79

Filip Forsberg

1.89

1.67

2.58

0.62

1.98

0.21

1.17

Johnny Gaudreau

1.67

3.22

0.23

0.08

2.36

0.64

1.83

Aleksander Barkov

1.99

2.59

0.89

-0.46

1.48

1.23

2.22

Vladimir Tarasenko

2.64

1.32

1.45

-0.33

1.35

0.56

2.91

Aside from the power-play points category, you can see where Gaudreau potentially loses value when compared to other peers in non-straight points categories. In fact, most of Johnny Hockey’s points come in the form of assists, which is a category that he dominates when compared to the rest of this group.

So a Gaudreau multicategory owner (or one in a points league where goals are worth more than assists) would need to ensure that he/she is receiving enough coverage in the goals department from other players. Think of that as needing to eat different types of food in order to ensure a healthy diet. Gaudreau has only reached the 30-goal mark once during his four-year NHL career, but he has recorded at least 40 assists in all four of those seasons.

Keep in mind that you are not restricted to the Top 300 Keeper Skaters when it comes to rankings provided by Dobber Hockey. You also have Roto Rankings on the site, the customizable draft list Excel spreadsheet that is included with the Fantasy Guide, and even the Fantasy Hockey Geek that allows you to customize rankings to your league settings.

The message I want to get across is that before you critique rankings, understand how they are constructed. But if you still believe that a player is ranked too high/too low on any of the rankings lists, please post your comments on the rankings page. Public opinion can at least provide some food for thought.

I have to admit that while I was looking up power-play stats over the past few seasons, I stumbled upon the very same stat about Claude Giroux that Cam Robinson did in his previous day’s Ramblings. (Am I allowed to say that great minds think alike?) In case you missed it, Giroux and Nicklas Backstrom are the co-leaders in power-play points over the past five seasons with 168 PPP apiece. Actually, if you go back just four seasons, Giroux leads all players with 131 PPP, seven clear of Backstrom, who is the next highest. And back three seasons, Giroux also leads all players with 94 PPP. Over five of his past seven seasons, Giroux has recorded at least 30 PPP.

Tying into my earlier topic, and maybe this is a coincidence given Gaudreau above: Giroux is ranked number 10 in both Dobber’s Top 300 and on ESPN. Regardless, he’s definitely a name to remember if your league counts power-play points.

Finally…

Obviously there isn’t a lot of hockey being played at the moment. One exception, though, is the Hlinka-Gretzky Cup, the under-18 tournament that just finished in Edmonton. Remember the name Alexis Lafreniere, who captained Canada to a gold medal. He will miss out on the 2019 NHL draft by less than a month, yet he should be at or near the top of the list for the 2020 draft. This goal is worth the minute or so of your time to get acquainted with this super prospect. Don’t just watch the live goal – also watch the replay where he strips the puck from the Swedish player.

Are you SERIOUS Alexis Lafrenière? He does it all himself to put #TeamCanada ahead of #Sweden3-2! #HlinkaGretzkyCup pic.twitter.com/PYAEzjzEWz

— TSN (@TSN_Sports) August 12, 2018

Of course, Canada’s win wasn’t without some controversy. Canada barely escaped the semis with a “buzzer-beater” to send their game with the US into overtime. Looks like the clock showed 0.0 when the puck crossed the line, but the officials ruled it a good goal.

Canada finds the back of the net as time expires and the officials rule it a good goal to send the game to overtime. #HlinkaGretzkyCup pic.twitter.com/hrvbsKSbmI

— TSN (@TSN_Sports) August 11, 2018

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from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-rambling/ramblings-brady-tkachuk-leaving-college-johnny-gaudreau-and-ranking-systems-aug-12/

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