Comrie shines thanks to Duff's stuff
 Mike and Hilary James Duthie
10/12/2007 10:47:24 AM
My son hates Mike Comrie.
Mike Comrie ripped his heart out.
Mike Comrie stole his woman.
You see my boy is in love with Hilary Duff. Problem is, Hilary Duff is in love with Mike Comrie.
So, protective father that I am, I confront Comrie about how he has heartlessly crushed a not-quite 8 year-old who owns a Hilary Duff poster and three CDs, which I am obligated to play on the way to every ones of his hockey games.
Comrie just laughs and says: "Tell him I never meant to hurt him."
Sure you didn't.
But sorry son, the guy's too nice to get stay mad at. And the story is so Disney-ish, it should be a…Hilary Duff movie!
Hockey star boy meets sweet Hollywood star girl (at a resort in Idaho this past July). Boy and girl go gaga over each other. Boy lights up the league in the first week of the season with girl cheering him on in the stands.
So darn sweet, it almost makes you want to puke.
After re-booting his career last season in Ottawa, Comrie signed with the Isles and has been an early-season revelation. He has four goals and seven points in five games, playing 22 minutes a night on the Islanders top line.
All the while becoming a tabloid all-star:
"Hilary and fresh boy toy Mike Comrie were spotted having a romantic dinner last night at Giorgio Baldi restaurant in Santa Monica. Comrie is the center for the New York Islanders hockey team. Score!"
--TMZ.com
(I particularly enjoyed the phrase "the center", as if a hockey team only has one.
Oh wait, it's the Islanders. They might be right.)
"Apparently the two are very affectionate toward one another. According to friends of Duff, "They're always together and can't keep their hands off each other."
--GossipGirls.com
(Good to see an old-school NHLer can still clutch and grab.)
"Hilary and her new beau cuddled and danced together all night long from their perch on the third-floor VIP section overlooking the dance floor."
--People.com
(…And she screamed in glee when he seamlessly transitioned from Robot to Macarena.)
Comrie laughs it all off.
"I certainly never wanted to be in the tabloids," he says. "You try to keep your privacy.
But I understand her fans want to know what she's doing. It is a little strange to walk out of a restaurant and there are 25 cameras waiting for you."
Yeah, it took me a couple of years to get used to it.
You'd think a player might be distracted by all this Hollyweirdness. But Comrie is doing the opposite. He's thriving. When Duff came to see him play for the first time in the pre-season, he had four points and the game winner. (I personally believe he put her in the front row to distract the opposing goalie. Evil genius, that Comrie.)
Duff is currently shooting a movie in New Jersey, so the pair has been spending a lot of time together. You won't get many more details out of Comrie. He wants to keep the relationship as private as possible. He'd rather talk hockey.
Forget that! I talk hockey all day. I want to talk about the girl. So many questions:
-Does he play that "Wake Up! Wake Up!" song on his Ipod before every game?
-Does he have a favourite Lizzy McGuire episode?
-Does he ever pull a Britney and not wear underwear on purpose to shock the paparazzi?
Sadly, there are no answers. For some silly reason, Comrie puts his relationship ahead of my disturbing curiousity.
(So selfish.)
But sources close to him (Crap, I sound like I'm writing for US or In Touch) say the relationship is getting serious.
So I beg him for one answer. Is it serious Mike?
"Yeah. It is. I don't think I've ever been happier in my life."
Okay, now you can puke. I have to go console my son.
James Duthie can be reached at jduthie@tsn.ca
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