Drunk Russians, The Final 24/7ShareThis
New Puck Daddy: comebacks, and three ways to prevent them from happening against your team. I kinda like my last few PD posts, which is good, because I thought a few before that were pretty damn “meh.”
Not sure if anyone out there heard or not, but apparently Canada puked away a three-nothing lead in the gold medal game at the World Juniors in Buffalo.
Don’t know if anyone heard or not, but that pales in comparison to the awesome story about the Russian junior team getting kicked off their Delta flight for being too loaded.
As Barry Petchesky of Deadspin pointed out: not hungover that morning, drunk. And they don’t exactly take your BAC before letting you board a plane. You have to be over the top, belligerent-level drunk to get denied. So those kids GOT AFTER IT somewhere in Buffalo last night, as underagers. Good hustle, young’uns. Enjoy your extended stay in Buffalo.
Bri and I are re-watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and I gotta say – enjoying it much more the second time (and I liked it a lot the first time).
I read The Hobbit as a young punk, but never the LOTR books – because of that, the first time through these movies was a mess of names and places. Saruman and Sauron? Orc and Oroki? Who Aragon if he’s Strider? Isengard, Gondor, Rohan, WTF?
Round two is going swimmingly, I just think it’s a tremendous story. Very much enjoying it.
The neatest part (for me) was how they captured the sport of hockey at the end, explaining that “it won’t sit still for a portrait,” or something like that. It’s on to the next city, the next arena, and never stops. It’s was an amazing series of shots and quotes at the end that was damn near tear-inducing. If you haven’t seen it, hockey fan, you really need to, ASAP.
As I mentioned on the twitters before, for a guy who’s family has relied so heavily on sport to make a life, that stuff hit me hard. Whoever wrote that stuff deserves a hug, or at least an email from me.
So here you go, HBO:
A standing O from me, on a job that lived up to the highest expectations, then exceeded them. /actually stands and claps a few times
So, Breeze and I are headed to meet the potential new cat today. We can’t get him ’til the 22nd, but if we like him, we’re gonna commit. Pics will be taken and tweeted, don’t worry. Our cat needs some stimulation, and we can only play hide and seek so often with him.
Also, we’re thinking about honoring Marcel the Shell with Shoes on and naming the cat Allan.
My boy Nathan Lawson gets his second NHL start tonight! Right on right on right on.
Public humiliation diet: 206.4. Chip chip chippin away to a number that starts with “1.”