Hockey wife or whore bag?

Over the weekend whilst lunching with some of my favorite luncheon ladies, we were delighted by the appearance of a certain local hockey star. El Capitan himself Roberto Luongo just happened to be popping by for lunch with his brood and was about to be seated a few feet away. Excellent. While my cohorts were gaga over Luongo’s little one, I couldn’t help but take notice of this lovely large man straight away. *Sigh* - I felt like a girl of 20, ahem, something again.

After staring incessantly for a few moments, the Luongo clan was quickly relocated to another part of the restaurant. Not because of said incessant staring...I swear. Rather because his family is the size of Sicily and couldn’t fit in our corner of the restaurant. Ho hum, twas a nice encounter while it lasted. However, as my gal pals and I were saying our goodbyes, a rather irate Mrs. Luongo was making quite the scene outside.

This woman began to shout at her hockey star hubby, siting that some couple inside the restaurant was her cause for frustration. Something to tune of “that couple wasn’t just looking at you, they were staring...they’re always staring at YOU, what am I, chop liver?” Ummmm....yes actually, quite right, you are indeedy chop liver. Luongo = local hero and hockey rock star GOD. You, Mrs. Luongo = puck slut, raving lunatic bisnatch. Why oh why do hockey players always seem to end up with these relentless ingrates. Complete with her Burberry boots and Gucci baby bag, no less. Barf.

The entire episode was reminiscent of Trevor Linden’s retirement ceremony where his wanker wifey behaved in a very similar manner. What is wrong with these women? For once, it would be nice to see a hockey wife worthy of these ice gods.

In other news, I caught the season opener of Celebrity Apprentice last night and realized, Ben Mulroney’s mom may have had a steamy affair with the Donald. Is Donald Jr. Ben's long lost brother?. Possums - dicuss. Evidence below...