How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Hockey

I've mentioned before that Blood on the Ice is the direct result of my Evil BFF's five-year crusade to turn me into a hockey fan. You might wonder how she accomplished this evil deed. Well, she sent me a blueprint I could share for those of you who might be trying to drag a friend down the path of evil. Or, you know, just trying to get them to like things. This blueprint works. I'm living proof.

Talk about what you love....A LOT


Humor helps

So does shiny


Shiny is really fucking awesome


Sparkly isn't bad either


Neither is bromance


...or pretty

Sometimes more direct persuasion is necessary


Now that the groundwork has been laid, share things that may be to their tastes


Lather, rinse, repeat


Did I mention the repeat?


Reference stupid memes when sending links...cock goes where?


Weird rituals are always interest grabbing


Quality portraits are a good idea

Suits are nice


As is bad hair


Nakedness is always good


Mocking is too


When you have sufficiently brought them over to the dark side...jump for joy


Celebrate!


Try not to smirk too much


PROFIT

In retrospect, I'm kind of ashamed that I responded to a campaign that employed so much exposure to Ryan Kesler.