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BASICS

Height:179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6')
Weight:69 Kg - 73 Kg (151 lbs - 160 lbs)
Birthday:April 26, 1990
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Single and looking
Living Situation:Living with roommate(s)
Location:Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada
Join Date:12:04am | Jul 23, '06
Profile Updated:08:14am | Dec 21, '09
Last Active:06:03pm | Aug 21, '11

INTERESTS

Movies:Action, Comedy, Westerns
Animals/Pets:Dogs
Video Games:Fighting, Racing, Sports
Cars:Drifting, Imports, Offroad, Motorbikes
Music:Country, Rap, Rock, Techno
Sports:Bowling, Fishing, Golf, Hockey, Paintball, Snowboarding, Swimming, Weight lifting, Snowmobiling
Activities:Drinking, Driving, Karaoke, Pool/Billiards
Musical Instruments:Bass guitar, Electric Guitar, Kit Drums
Outdoor:Fishing, Hiking

HOCKEY & MUSIC

Name:Patrick Brown
Sports:hockey and snowboarding
Tattoo:Brown goin across my shoulder blades

School: Keyano College (syncrude canada ltd. aurora)

Grade: 1st year heavy duty mechanics
SAFE GRAD '08







If beer has never touched your lips,
if you've never packed a dip,
or never dropped the mits,
and you consider yourself a hockey player,
you're probably not a very good one."- Todd Bertuzzi

UNTITLED

The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the mits, strap on the helm, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top shelf, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, bone rattling hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, packing a dip, wheelin' broads, coaches, the addition of the letter "y" to the end of everyone's name, the word fuck, pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all.. the game of Hockey. Why? Why do we skate back and forth night after night? Skating so hard we throw up. Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your lungs are gasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We skate through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the partys in the locker room always leave a lasting memory , because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because, one shot can make you smile all night, ripping the twine, top shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why would someone push themselves so hard? Because the feeling is second to none. House league, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, CHL, College, ECHL, AHL, European leagues and the NHL ... It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. We play because we fucking love it.

UNTITLED

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