Jordan Binnington shoves Ovechkin’s 900th goal puck in his pants

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  6. This is hilariously fucked up! Him getting caught and having to cough it up out of his ass is pretty on brand for Binnington 😂😂

  13. I dunno what people’s problem is. He knows the cameras are on him… this is in good fun. Notice how he gives it to the ref immediately upon being asked for it

  17. I thought he was about to throw it over the glass when he started skating towards the boards.

  21. Pretty sure it was a joke given there was no chance he was getting away with it.

  25. He’s just making sure the puck has a lil bit of Bennington on it for Ovie to take home and remember the moment by

  26. little does everyone know. Binnington had a puck in his pants at the start of the game. It’s the ultimate Oceans 11 Heist.

  29. Wicked awesome! I would have rubbed in under my pits before putting it down my pants! Good job B!

  32. “Hey kids. See that puck there next to the ovi display? Yeah. Your dad’s ass sweat is allllllllll over it.”

  35. The way Binnington looked at it, that puck was his boy’s birthright. He’d be damned if any Cap was gonna get their greasy red hands on his boy’s birthright. So he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long minutes, he wore that puck up his ass. Then when the ref asked for it, he gave it back. The ref hid that uncomfortable piece of frozen rubber up his ass for two minutes. Then, after seven minutes, he was back at the bench. And now, #8, he gives the puck to you.

  43. Ovechkin likes the taste of Putins ass, so this is just making it more sexual for him.

  46. He’s so clearly trolling on purpose. It’s painful that people see this and take it seriously.

  47. I have a great Jordan Binnington story that I’ve told here before. It’s real and it’s spectacular.

    Less than a week after the Blues had beaten the Bruins for the Stanley Cup, I was in Logan International Airport in Boston, getting ready to fly to Ireland.

    I was using a restroom in a relatively sparsely populated part of the terminal. As I was walking out, I passed a guy who looked at awful a lot like St. Louis Blues goaltender Jordan Bennington. However, he was taller than I had expected.

    I’m a pretty big guy and he was taller than me.

    It’s no big deal. It may have been him or may not have been him – who knows? I barely gave it a second thought.

    Well, then as I’m waiting for my wife to finish doing her business I noticed that he’s standing a few feet away from me and he’s clearly waiting on someone as well. I looked down at his luggage and see that one of the bags says “Binns” on it — or some shit like that — and it’s as clear as day.

    That’s it, I reasoned! Mystery solved! It’s definitely him!

    I love hockey, but I’ve never been terribly star stricken. Also, I don’t care about the St. Louis Blues or the Boston Bruins. My favorite team has always been the Pittsburgh Penguins.

    So, we wait, and wait, and wait some more. Who knows what was taking so long?

    We stand near each other awkwardly for what seemed like 15 minutes and finally, after the third awkward exchange, I finally decide to break the tension by offering a quiet congratulations on winning the Stanley Cup.

    That was it. That’s all I wanted. Just to wish a man well for a job well done.

    He looks me dead in the eye, and says, “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Then, he just glared at me and our encounter went from the nine we awkward to vaguely confrontational in a flash.

    I apologized and said, oh, I’m sorry. I just took you for St. Louis Blues goaltender Jordan Binnington. You look just like him and your bag has his nickname on it.

    He dismissively responded with, “I have no idea who the hell that is.”

    As if we were in a sitcom, just as that exchange was happening, his wife or girlfriend or whatever comes barreling around the corner and exasperatedly says, “There you are, Jordan! I told you to meet me over by the Dunkin Donuts kiosk!”

    I will never forget the lucky shot me after that exchange. It was a mixture of contempt and embarrassment, and it just caused me to start belly laughing.

    My wife came out of the bathroom shortly thereafter and was like what’s so funny? I told her and she had no idea who the hell I was talking about or what the hell was happening. When we got to Ireland, I told the rest of our party, the story and they all started laughing.

    We ended up running into a group from St. Louis during that trip and they loved that story and said that is very much in line with a lot of the stories they’ve heard about him around that city.

    He’s a goalie, all right. An absolute fucking weirdo!

  48. They chuckle about it, but he’s literally not doing this as a joke. Hes just a man child throwing a tantrum.

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