Draft Day in LA... and stuff.

Your poster boys: Jack Johnson and [probably?] Tim Thomas.

Great. As if those nightmares I used to have about Kingston weren't enough, we can terrify a whole new generation of children.

Vendors!

In case you didn't know, no event at LA Live is complete without douchebags.

It kind of like watching the stock exchange... except they're exchanging people!

These people got lost on their way to prom.

Even with the special podium, the photographer is using the old shooting from below trick.

...but the worst part was when they cut off the liquor and beer sales.

The video department was hard at work removing the logo from the third jersey footage to make this seem more neutral:

Premium Draft Beer

I will be drinking a lot of beer waiting for pick #19 tomorrow.

Good job, Deano (after Anze Kopitar's game [game 2] winner in over time).

To those here in LA for the draft, I have one two things to say to you:

• Quit whining about traffic and plug in your iPod/CD player/8 track.
• The closest In-n-Out to the Staples Center is on Sunset and Orange in Hollywood. I order a number 2 animal style with easy spread .

Maybe Jeremy Roenick will cry again...

No?

I'll be posting random things on Twitter all day. Expect more incoherence the closer to 4 o'clock we get.

Filler Friday: Anaface

Anaface is some little program that is supposed to analyze facial features in proportion and symmetry and access how beauteous one is.

What does this have to do with hockey players? Well, I got bored and put some of them in Anaface.

Let's start off with someone we all know...


Sidney Crosby is pushing a 6.59/10 which is not too shabby. Those big fat lips aren't helping him here, though. Perhaps Angelina Jolie can give him some pointers on looking like a prostitute pouting.



Drew Doughty has a 6.43/10. Some creepy chicks on the internet may argue about that one. If Emeril Lagasse mated with a teddy bear, then somehow the fetus was exposed to radiation, the result would be Doughnuts.



Fro-love has a 6.11/10. Getting hit in the face a lot may affect symmetry. Just a hunch. I'm pretty sure we won't be seeing those big blue eyes back in LA in October. This makes McSwarley sad.



Jack Johnson can't even crack 5 points. Again, he's been hit in the face. A lot.



Somehow, even with a bag over my head, I can do better than Sidney Crosby. Obviously this thing is broken.

Filler Friday: Shit Hawks

They're swooping in low.