Stanley Cup(s) Final Will Be Battle Of The Boobs, Maggie Sajak Stays Hot & Annie Agar Dominates Wrigley Field
It's Friday, our normal early morning guy, Mark Harris, is at a member-guest today so I've been at it since 6:15, and I have a tee time this afternoon.
Read between those lines for a minute … got it? Good!
It means we're gonna make this class short, sweet, to the point, and full of boobs. You are welcome!
Welcome to a Friday Nightcaps – the one where we break down the Stanley Cup Final between the Panthers and Oilers the only way Nightcaps can, and let the rest of the chips fall where they may.
What other chips, you ask? Well …
I have Maggie Sajak posting some thirst on her daddy's final night at the wheel, so we'll obviously dive into that one. I've also got Annie Agar dominating a game at Wrigley, the White Sox being awful, the worst Strike 3 call maybe in the history of time, NBA final memes and … MORE!
Well, not really more. That's a lot already, and I'll be honest with you, it is a SLOW news day out there. It's June 7, you know. Not exactly a roaring time of year on the sports calendar.
But that's why we put our hard hats on, dig deep, and create the content around here. We may be the black sheep of the 'Caps family, but brother, we ain't going quietly into the night. Let's roll.
Grab you a donut for National Donut Day – I'd suggest a Boston Creme but to each their own – and settle in for a Mixed Bag Friday 'Cap:
Maggie Sajak says goodbye to Pat
If that seemed like a quicker intro than usual … you ain't wrong. I'm tired, boss, as the great John Coffey once said.
Like I said, I worked the sunrise shift this morning, which was fine. I usually enjoy starting earlier, because the house is quiet and I can just work in peace.
Of course, my toddler woke up in the middle of the night last night for the first time in MONTHS. Seriously, months. I think we had like a 60-day streak working. Not anymore, though. 1 a.m., sharp, she started crying. Nice.
No biggie, I thought. I'll go in there, lay down for 10 minutes, wait for her to fall back asleep, and I'm back in bed by 1:30 at the latest. Snoring by 1:45. All good.
Except she didn't fall asleep. She wasn't pissed or anything. But she was awake. And awake. And awake some more. Around 3 a.m. (!!!) I finally tapped out and had the First Lady tag in. I'm pretty sure it was 3:30 by the time I fell asleep. My alarm went off two hours later.
I've had a lot of awful beats in the gambling world this year, but that one goes straight to the top. Brutal.
Anyway, all that to say … while I was crammed in my daughter's twin bed at 2 in the morning, I scrolled Twitter to pass the time, and realized that today is Pat Sajak's final Wheel of Fortune. Sad.
What a run. What a family. What a show.
Panthers-Oilers Stanley Cup is gonna be an all-timer
Thanks for the memories, Pat! And welcome back to class, Maggie Sajak! What's that, three weeks in a row? Unreal attendance so far this summer. Love the dedication.
I'll be honest, I've never been a Wheel of Fortune guy. Just not my wheelhouse (lame, but intended). Now, you give me some Steve Harvey and Family Feud? I'm all in. Can't get enough of that.
Regardless, everyone knows who Pat Sajak is – no matter your generation. Guy is a household name and is going out a winner, which I love. Don't wait for Father Time to make the decision for you, do it on your own terms so you can go retire, be rich as hell, and do whatever you want for the next few decades.
Cheers, big guy!
Now, on to more pressing matters … the internet is still talking about the mystery boob girl from the Oilers game last week. Nobody can ID her, but we're at the point now that players AND execs are being asked about her:
Insane. Boobs really do bring everyone together. Sydney Sweeney taught us that earlier this year, and the Edmonton flasher hammered it home last week. What a continent.
Anyway, during my week-long search of trying to ID this chick – there are worse jobs in the world, I reckon – the internet quickly reminded me that this ain't the first famous NHL boob flasher.
The OG Upper Decker? That would be a Florida Panthers girl from back in the day!
Solid start for NBA Finals content
I said it yesterday and I'll say it again here – y'all are welcome to find the actual images on your own time and personal devices. We have class. It ain't hard. Twitter is basically a soft porn site at this point, so I assume you all can figure it out in about two seconds.
Anyway, what a battle we have shaping up in the NHL. I assume the ratings will be an absolute disaster, but whatever. I love the Panthers, I love Florida and I love boobs. Cats in 5 for the gentleman's sweep!
However, if mystery Oilers girl reappears sometime in the next week, I reserve the right to change my pick. We'll see. Would be a major swing.
Before we empty the bookmark bag and rapid-fire this class into a big Friday night, let's quickly check in with the NBA. Last night's game sucked – I hear, I didn't watch a second of it – but the content coming out of Boston was solid. That's all we can ask for, frankly.
This little exchange with someone named Taylor Rooks seemed to really grab the internet's attention:
Emptying the bag on this Friday
Solid work from the internet creating the next "left hanging" meme. Been a while, and it's a fierce category, but this one appears to have some serious staying power.
It's not boob-flashing, but the NBA ain't the NHL, so I can't fault them too much for that.
OK, let's empty my Twitter bookmarks from the week and rapid-fire this class into my afternoon tee time.
PS: it's 98 in Florida today and I'm wearing long sleeves. Between that, my two hours of sleep, and the 17 beers I'm about to crush, I think I'm going lowwwww today. Stay tuned.
And hey! My brother's playing with me, so if I actually do something noteworthy, I'll have a witness! Win-win.
First up? To the course!
Tough look here for this Golf Channel girl, but we've all been there.
When I lived in Boston years ago, I was CONVINCED I saw Red Sox legend Jason Varitek at a food court mall one day. Swore by it. I loved 'Tek, watched him my whole life, and was 100000% sure it was him.
So I did what any Red Sox fan would do – grab a couple pieces of that free bourbon chicken and walk over to get his John Hancock. And, of course, when I got to within about three feet, I realized it wasn't him.
Tough look for me, but luckily, there was no harm done. I figured it out before I started talking to fake Jason Varitek, which was key.
Oh well. She'll come back stronger from this!
Next? Couple goodies from the diamond last night:
Welcome back to class, Amy! It's been what? A year? Way too long. Won't let that happen again.
Finally, it's been a while, so we may as well end the week on a positive note and … update our aviation list!
Annie Agar takes us into a big weekend
You know the drill. In the last four months we've had:
- Alaska Boeing Max loses a door mid-flight.
- Atlas Air blows an engine in the sky.
- Guy in Utah gets sucked into a commercial airliner while running on tarmac.
- Another Max plane gets dinged because of pesky loose bolts.
- Wheel nearly comes off commercial flight right before takeoff.
- United CEO is also a drag queen.
- Virgin flight missing bolts.
- Holes mis-drilled in new Max planes.
- A pair of JetBlue planes collide at Logan
- Perfectly-sane Britney Spears pilots a plane
- NYC bound plane makes a U-turn because of a fire in the cockpit
- Helicopter makes a U-turn four seconds after liftoff, winds up stuck between a building a light pole
- United flight bursts into flames mid-flight
- United pilot patches together a window before takeoff
- Rockies hitting coach pilots a United 757
- Singapore flight plummets 7k feet for no reason at all
- Air Canada starts shooting flames after takeoff
Year of the Road Trip! I'm taking one in two weeks – all the way to Nantucket. I don't just talk the talk, folks. I believe what I teach, so I'm putting myself right there in the trenches this summer.
OK, that's enough for today. Good week, class. I enjoyed it.
Let's make it an even better weekend.
See you Monday.
OutKick Nightcaps is a daily column set to run Monday through Friday at 4 p.m. (roughly, we’re not robots).
Which boob girl you riding with in the Stanley Cup? Email me at Zach.Dean@OutKick.com.