Detroit Red Wings prospect Riley Sheahan, the team’s No. 1 draft pick in 2010, faces a “super-drunk” charge after twice blowing .30 on a breathalyzer test following an Oct. 29 traffic stop in Grand Rapids, Mich., MLive.com reported. Sheahan, who plays for the AHL’s Grand Rapids Griffins, was wearing a purple Teletubby costume when stopped for going down the wrong way of a Grand Rapids street. Sheahan, who has scored three goals and two assists in 15 games of action this season, also was charged with providing false information. He was using 23-year-old teammate Brendan Smith’s ID to get into bars, the 20-year-old Sheahan said, per the police report obtained by MLive. Sheahan failed two sobriety tests and refused to take a breathalyzer at the scene. After being transported to the Kent County Jail, police then administered the breathalyzer test and discovered Sheahan’s real license in his wallet after he kept telling authorities that his name was Riley. Sheahan is in his first professional season after two at Notre Dame. MLive.com says he pleaded not guilty at an arraignment in Nov. 6, and has his next hearing scheduled for Dec. 13. After Sheahan's arrest, Red Wings GM Ken Holland told the Detroit Free Press that the team would handle it internally. Sheahan was arrested for public intoxication and underage drinking as a freshman at Notre Dame. "We're gathering information internally and making decisions on what we can do to help him, if he needs help. Beyond that, I can't really comment. He's going through the court system, the legal system," Holland said "Obviously, Riley made a very poor decision."

Wings Win 23 in a Row Caption Contest: We're Here To Witness History and...

and..."break Kobayashi's hot dog eating record"

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Datsyuk Dangles, Scores with 5 Seconds Left to Lift Detroit to 22nd Straight Win at Home

I know I've said this before but as Detroit sports fans we're pretty damn lucky. Most of the major sports cities have a few elite athletes that give them a decent shot at success each year and provide some memorable moments along the way. But very few ever get their hands on a Pavel Datsyuk. Players like this come along once in a lifetime and in Detroit we've already had two in my lifetime. Barry and Pavel both went about their business in such different ways from the status quo that it seemed like they were writing their own rules to the game. This constant innovation allows them to stay a step ahead of everyone else and in the process make it all look real fricken easy. Last night was just another prime example. The guy is flat out the filthiest hockey player to ever play the game. Maybe not the best, but hands down the filthiest.

Sidenote from last nights game - Has Larry Murphy always been a Jehovah's Witness?

How Much Middle School Ass Does This Kid Get?

Take a look at this Andy Dufresne wannabe mother fucker. I mean this is some straight Shawshank shit. Nobody could've seen this coming, nobody. I had this kid pegged as a no potential loser all the way, but then outta nowhere he gives a little lean to the right to make sure the camera is live and BOOOOOOOOOOM! Kid just skeet, skeet, skeets every ounce of swag he has all over a national tv audience. Think I'm gonna need some help picking my jaw up off the floor. It's just like the first time I saw the Warden throw that rock through the Rita Hayworth poster and it clangs off the pipes all the way down the tunnel. Goosebumps for fuckin days.

Someone Get Me This Chicks Name. We Need to be Facebook Friends Like Yesterday

I knew the Wings were gonna win their 20th in a row at home against the Flyers tonight the second I saw this smoke skate out and scoop up that octopus raw dog. Cause if there is anything we all know it's that hot chicks love winners, not losers from Philly. Straight science.

PS - BMase needs to get the hell outta my head. Literally sent me this pic two seconds later.

I'm Pretty Sure Cyndi Lauper is Benjamin Button

I think this chick is straight aging in reverse cause this just doesn't make any fuckin sense. There's no chance I lay a finger on 1984 Cyndi Lauper but somehow 28 years later I wanna give her a money shot more than life itself. Weird.

Maize Rage Might Be the Most Homely Student Section in all of College Basketball

I dare anyone, man or woman, to find a single fuckable person in the entire Maize Rage. Just take a look at this picture, it's like a Where's Waldo book. I mean there's that one bitch in the upper right corner with the low cut shirt who some desperado might put it in after a night at Rick's but I'm guessing she's probably the only person in this entire section that's even had sex before.