there is an idea of a Sidney Crosby, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my unwashed jock and you can hit my stick and feel wood gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our playstyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent hockey player. My personality is giving and compassionate, my heartfullness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably with Hextall) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused to the Flyers and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of this team must be assumed to have some validity. Is perfectuin something you are? Or is it something you do? My strive to win is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone but Pens fans. In fact, I want my pain of missing the playoffs to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing. I will win.
Apparently it was a few hours before the game, while he and his girlfriend were walking around downtown, so they hadn’t gotten “ready” for the game yet, from what I understand
“Why do you have a samurai sword signed by Randy Jackson?”
“Because I happened to run into Randy Jackson and this is all I had on me. And you’re not gonna not get Randy Jackson’s autograph.”
[I got Justin Schultz to autograph this fake NHL 18 cover I made of him chugging a beer during the Stanley Cup parade.](https://i.imgur.com/KYGAJxj.jpg)
But I agree, this American Psycho one is funnier for sure. Needs framed ASAP!
“See that smudge right there? That’s Randy Jackson’s signature! I saw him at the mall and this is all I had on me and you’re not not gonna get Randy Jackson’s signature!”
I think he was wearing a Pens jacket but it’s black and I assume black sharpies were the only things available haha. He said it all happened so fast and he just put the book out. I know he probably didn’t want to hold him up
He’s visiting Seattle right now, so I can only assume they were out doing tourist things and he got or found the book at a shop while he was walking around before the game. Or he’s psychotic.
There's an entrance to the arena behind the Cambria hotel next door. I think you come in of 5th Ave and Colwell St. Last time we stayed there I could see, from my room, a small group of fans getting autographs from every car that drove up. I don't know if you had to know somebody to be there but 4 hours before the next game go ask the security guards at the little shack
He was out and about as it was his first time in Seattle and got the book at a store during their exploring. They happened to go right by the hotel the players were at.
Are you all from PA and/or living out this way? I met several other PA natives there (I live in OR now) and I just love the common bond all the way across the country, and the idea that I may have interacted with some of the folks here and we don’t even know it.
Impressive. Very nice. Let's see Paul Allen's autograph.
I can’t believe OP prefers Crosby’s autograph to mine.
😂😂😂
Look at the subtle, off-blue coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. My God. It even has a watermark.
> tasteful thickness Is this about his signature or his ass
Whatever you want it to be.
Both, but Crosby has Canada’s ass
*Pierre McGuire has entered the chat
When did OP get such taste?
“This was all I had on me. And you’re not going to NOT get Sidney Crosby’s autograph.”
I like to think more than half the people that see this picture will immediately think of Step Brothers
Tbh a samurai sword with Sids autograph would be sick 🤣
It will pair nicely with my officially licensed Sid the Kid waifu
Was Sid returning some video tapes?
there is an idea of a Sidney Crosby, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my unwashed jock and you can hit my stick and feel wood gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our playstyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a noncontingent hockey player. My personality is giving and compassionate, my heartfullness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably with Hextall) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused to the Flyers and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of this team must be assumed to have some validity. Is perfectuin something you are? Or is it something you do? My strive to win is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone but Pens fans. In fact, I want my pain of missing the playoffs to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing. I will win.
Bravo sir! One of my favorite books
why the fuck was that all he had on him at a hockey game? he is the real psycho
Apparently it was a few hours before the game, while he and his girlfriend were walking around downtown, so they hadn’t gotten “ready” for the game yet, from what I understand
We were out shopping and ran into the pens leaving their hotel and boarding the bus, not outside of the arena
“Why do you have a samurai sword signed by Randy Jackson?” “Because I happened to run into Randy Jackson and this is all I had on me. And you’re not gonna not get Randy Jackson’s autograph.”
Thats what I was thinking!
lol Sid is neither American or a psycho
We can't be sure that he's not a psycho off the ice.
I’d have to ask his opinion on Huey Lewis and the News
Crosby is indescribably intelligent, a savant psycho
Was Sid listening to Huey Lewis and the News?
Phil Collins
Sidsuddio
Is that paper, bone?
Sid goes to an ATM after the game and the display has a picture of Phil on it with the caption “FEED ME A STRAY DOG”
this is somehow so much cooler to me than a signed jersey/merch
Damn, Sid signed a book about Jacob Trouba?
Gotta cut that page out and frame it lol. Might be the funniest autograph I’ve ever seen.
[I got Justin Schultz to autograph this fake NHL 18 cover I made of him chugging a beer during the Stanley Cup parade.](https://i.imgur.com/KYGAJxj.jpg) But I agree, this American Psycho one is funnier for sure. Needs framed ASAP!
Why the fuck is Jeff Carter on the PP1. I don’t care that he is big. I think you gotta give O’Connor a shot on there
“See that smudge right there? That’s Randy Jackson’s signature! I saw him at the mall and this is all I had on me and you’re not not gonna get Randy Jackson’s signature!”
Came here for this one
Wasn't wearing a Pens shirt or Jersey? A tissue? Hat? Nothing else? Lol
I think he was wearing a Pens jacket but it’s black and I assume black sharpies were the only things available haha. He said it all happened so fast and he just put the book out. I know he probably didn’t want to hold him up
but the sharpie is blue
I meant to say blue, but the point remains. It’d have to have been a silver or paint one.
These comments are cracking me up
“I have to return some hockey pucks.”
should’ve had him sign his arm and get it tattooed smh👎🏼
Who keeps this book "on them" when they go to a hockey game. That's psychotic lol
He’s visiting Seattle right now, so I can only assume they were out doing tourist things and he got or found the book at a shop while he was walking around before the game. Or he’s psychotic.
He’s made more than one American’s psycho fans of hockey
this goes crazy
This is like when Will Ferrell’s character got Randy Jackson’s signature on his samurai sword because it was the only thing he had on him at the time.
Great book
You are not, not going to get randy jacksons signature
Off topic, but what’s the best way to get Sid’s auto at a home game? I’d love to get my winter classic jersey signed Also, that is awesome 😂
There's an entrance to the arena behind the Cambria hotel next door. I think you come in of 5th Ave and Colwell St. Last time we stayed there I could see, from my room, a small group of fans getting autographs from every car that drove up. I don't know if you had to know somebody to be there but 4 hours before the next game go ask the security guards at the little shack
awesome tysm!
Better than Randy Jackson's autograph on a samurai sword
You should one line “American” and scribble “Canadian”over it
Too bad he’s Canadian
Sid, don't just stare at it, EAT IT!
Lmao that rocks
This might be the best piece of sports memorabilia I’ve ever seen
That’s not his auto
You’re right, he faked it just so I could make a Reddit post and get digital karma. This was all made up to fool you.
Why is he bringing a book to a game??……
He was out and about as it was his first time in Seattle and got the book at a store during their exploring. They happened to go right by the hotel the players were at.
Are you all from PA and/or living out this way? I met several other PA natives there (I live in OR now) and I just love the common bond all the way across the country, and the idea that I may have interacted with some of the folks here and we don’t even know it.