The whole awesome hockey team's in Minnesota now (aside: please read the caption on this photo on the Daily Intelligencer at NY Mag because it's hilarious):

So, a word on the pregnancy, of which we've sort of gone under a vow of silence these past few days towards: I don't particularly care that Bristol Palin is pregnant. In terms of the good that this has wrought, slowly but noticeably the reaction to the pregnancy has shed light on some underlying misconceptions about religious right and their beliefs (even to myself). Whether for political expediency or out of genuine regard, and I happen to think the latter, a common feeling that Christians of all sort understand humans as sinners striving towards good has been stamped upon this situation. I tend to agree. Also, a seventeen year-old having sex is not the most shocking world event, and I don't think it diminishes Sarah Palin, particularly as a governor, in any way. Full disclosure: if Bristol were nineteen, I'd feel a hundred times better about this.

Nevertheless, since we've been gridlocked in everybody calling each other hypocrites all week, and the only humor of the situation being of the mean-spirited form, I thought I'd echo the NY Mag again. Yesterday, they alluded to the most important issue on the table: That Levi Johnston, fiance of Bristol, pictured at right, is hot. Anyway, I just wanted to give a little further evidence that those loose northern girls just can't be expected to resist hockey players, courtesy CBS's How I Met Your Mother.

At least he doesn't have a moustache. Who knows where we'd be then.