Funk-Tastic!

By S(h)ara

So the ladies of Sabretooth's House and some of their dearest friends went out to celebrate the birth of the Hockey Encyclopedia also known as Anne. After imbibing a few drinks at a reputable establishment in Allentown and our friend Jen's apartment, we decided to head on over to Mother's. I didn't really want to go, because the place is tiny and usually packed, but I was outvoted. And who do we see not 30 seconds after walking into the bar?

That's right, none other that Mr. #3, Michael "The Chicken" Funk.

What made it even better, is that other than Anne, myself and the three dudes he was with, no one else in the bar had any clue who he was.

But of course, like any good Sabre-Pimp in training, he was TOTES trying to mac it with some chick who looked to be about 28. Well done, Chicken. Timmy-Ho is probably reading this and wiping away tears of pride.

Not going to lie, he kept on looking over at our group, but it could have been because Anne was well on her way to a phenominal drunk, and I kept quizzing her Sabres knowledge. (PS, even when she's drunk, Anne can tell you in which round and what number overall any Sabres player was drafted.) Alas, she wasn't drunk enough to go up to him and tell him "you did so well keeping the puck in the zone during that one game", and when she was drunk enough, the Chicken had eluded us for another night.

Anne has pictures which will be forthcoming. She was pretending to take a picture of myself and our friend Allison while really photographing the greatness that is Michael Funk.

PS--he totally has a white/bleached patch of hair on the right side of his head. Anyone know if that is natural or if he did it for kicks and giggles? Cause if it's natural, then it's B.A. If he dyed it, then it's just lame.