Who Won The Penguins Stanley Cup Parade? Brian Dumoulin Or Olli Maatta?
Winning the Conn Smythe trophy is all well and good. Takes a special player to bring home that hardware and a generational player to bring it home two years in a row like Sid did this year. But when you win a Stanley Cup, the biggest honor one can receive is winning the Parade MVP. And from what we saw yesterday in Pittsburgh, there is a strong two-man (not to be mistaken with THE 2man) race.
Up first we have Olli Maatta. Buddy didn’t particularly have the strongest showing during the actual Stanley Cup Final. But he CRUSHED it yesterday at the parade. The 22-year-old may be from Finland, but he was partaking in one of America’s favorite past-times yesterday; getting super drunk and talking about how good Chick-Fil-A is.
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I could spend hours picking Olli’s brain about Chick-Fil-A. How many nugs do you grab. Do you snag an extra order of fries just so you have something to nibble on for the car ride back home? How do you rank the sauces? Personally I’m a Chick-Fil-A Sauce #1 guy and Polynesian following right up behind. What about Chick-Fil-A breakfast? Chick-n-Minis are probably one of God’s finest creations, right? Right.
Then you leave a passionate conversation about Chick-Fil-A and remember how lit up you are. Pretty much the same thing as playing that game when you drink a whole lot while you’re sitting down, and then you stand up.
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Works like a charm every time. Olli is feeling some sort of way. And he earned the hell out of that darty. Which means he earned the hell out of this little nappy-poo he took after all the festivities started to die down.
If we’re power ranking naps, I think the “I just won the Stanley Cup, the entire city of Pittsburgh is in love with me and I just partied my ass off about it” nap is right up there at the top.
Next up for MVP we have recurring PMT guest Brian Dumoulin.
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Dumo just gonna send it. That’s a man right there who has played his fair share of summer beer league games. You don’t have the luxury of having a set of keys on the bench between shifts. Opening up the can with your skate blade can get a little messy. So you pop that sucker open with your teeth and down the hatch.
Called his shot, too.
If I was better at the internet, I’d figure out how to throw a poll in the bottom of this blog for you guys to decide who wins the Parade Conn Smythe. But since I don’t know how to do that, we’ll just give it to both of them. With Jake Guentzel–who I still hate but it’s not as easy to hate him anymore–coming in close behind at #3.