it's only time

I find it hard to believe that even a room full of jockey dude types wouldn't realize what a fucking dumptruck Ilya Rozanov is packing. Like. It's right there. People must be talking about this right.

Crucially #myshane plays to his twentieth season which is just long enough to have the experience of meeting Ottawa's new draft prospect, also named Shane, and to smile and jokingly say, "Hey nice name," and for the rookie to gulp and say, "Thank you sir I am named after you" and that makes Shane sit in his stall and stare at the floor between his skates for. Significantly too long to be healthy.

given how much ilya enjoys being shirtless at home, i have a very dear image in my mind of hollanov babby copying papa and also having their lil tummy out as often as possible. literally gets home and shirt comes off IMMEDIATELY. tiny backpack off round lil tummy OUT. ilya did briefly try keeping his shirt on at all times because they were trying to teach babby "hey. we gotta wear clothes." but shane finally just let him return to his natural state because he did have the energy of a cat trapped in a t-shirt and at a certain point it was just sad to watch. babby knows pants stay on, and they're calling it good enough.

Both of them on the couch shirtless with an arm behind their heads and a hand down their pants very intently watching the new episode of Bluey