WHERE IS PATTY KANE

sorry i neglected this blog during the last weeks of this terrible terrible time in our lives (it wasn’t my fault, i swear) 

but finally tonight is the night

we have survived

and so has he

"fly away, puck, fly and bring our kaner back"

jonathan toews tries a spin-o-rama during a shootout

"hey toews, how's ur kane-vicle? lol"

jonathan toews finds 20 cents inside his pocket. he starts to cry

"so hey sharpy, are you planning to start a new p2 club with someone new?"

jonathan toews faces the media. "jon what's your main objective to improve as a team for the upcoming games?" jonathan toews sighs. "have i ever told u how great patty kane is?"

a bored patrick kane stands in front of a mirror and stares at himself for hours. “where is my hairline going?”

the blackhawks get together to play video games. jonathan toews throws his controller down. "damn, boo won again." brent seabrook points out that nobody picked boo. "boo fuckING WON, what do u know fatty."

jonathan toews sends out a text. "how about this: did it hurt when u fell from heaven." he gets no reply.

jaromir jagr looks at a calendar. "by the time kane comes back, i'll be 68 days older." a tear falls down his cheek

jonathan toews sits alone in his living room writing down good comebacks related to clavicles.

jonathan toews strokes his beard. "it's been 84 years..." it's actually only been two weeks.

patrick kane shows up at practice. "oh hey pat do u--" "patrick sharp is my best friend in this team"

coach q loses it in the middle of the game. “soft hands i said, SOFT HANDS!!!!”

jonathan toews steals the puck from vermette at practice. vermette just smiles and skates away.