OVECHKIN

Alexander Ovechkin. He’s the NHL’s most intoxicating talent and the league’s marketing arm’s dream personality, while at the same time he is reviled as the NHL’s goaltending fraternity’s worst nightmare. And he’s comin’ to Texas – for a game.

Alex with a few trophies earned in 2007-08

The guy who looks as though he was chiseled out of a glacier, had a little “manscaping” done and then was taught to speak broken English will bring his bag of testosterone to AAC on Saturday and it will be delicious.

He is the reigning NHL MVP, Scoring title holder, Goal king, Player’s Association MVP and best reason, next to Ralph and me, to fork over cabbage for NHL Center Ice. ($15 upper level tickets with the dicount code: SAVE - Click Here)

To coin a phrase, he’s worth the price of admission.

You could make a strong argument that he was the best athlete in team sports last year.

Who was baseball’s dominant player? Madonna’s boyfriend?

In football? Giselle’s Tomboy?

On the hardwood? The hotel staff loving point guard in L.A.?

See what I mean.

Ovechkin is that rare offensive talent that can impact a game even when he doesn’t produce on the score sheet, and, if you go or watch on TV on Saturday you’ll undoubtedly bare witness to the sheer optical magnetism of this guy.

Many of today’s young, overhyped “stars” can be (To turn a Texas phrase) ‘All hat and no cattle’. But if Alexander Ovechkin were a Lone Star rancher he’d be wearing a big white hat, and he’d be running a few thousand head of longhorns - And he’d be packin’ some serious heat.

Enjoy the show, y’all.