Mmm-Mmm- Miller

After a little begging, Mr. Awesome, Fred Trask, hooked me up with some glamour shots of foxy Drew Miller from the games last week.

Drew is a relative newcomer to Ms. Conduct's roster of primo hockey hotties. And I feel a little bad for liking him as he's got some pretty big strikes against him. First of all, he's had 42 career games with the Ducks and could conceivably get called up at any time and become a Duck again, thus bathing him in the stinky filth of Duckdom and rendering him revolting and unfit.

But for now, he's a mere Chop, which is acceptable and often tasty.

Of course, the other strike is that he's pretty damn good and he plays the Aeros a lot. So he is the enemy.

But here's what redeems him for me and why, no, I do not need to see the eye doctor, as Fred suggests: See, his brother is Ryan Miller, the almost-but-not-quite-foxy, now laid-up-with-a-bum-ankle goalie for Buffalo.

I love Big Brother Miller. He's a good goalie and his mask is my all time favorite and Buffalo is on my short list of NHL teams I could fall in love with. And there's this picture:
Super hot, right? But normally, he looks looks skinnier and nerdier and I find myself wishing he'd cut the Jesus hair and have a cheeseburger.

And then along comes Drew to fulfill on the promise of foxiness that Ryan merely teases. Photos by the magnificent Fred Trask.

The pig almost upstages him.


Am I seeing this right? Tongue?

What this doesn't show is the Volkswagen he's balancing on the blade of his stick...

So, anyway, he's officially on the radar. I'd love to see him get traded or sign with a real team some day, so the looming threat of him going Quacker on me would go away. Meanwhile, I'll just try to enjoy his visits to Houston and hope he can't find the net while he's here.

Cheers to the Miller Brothers