Some Hockey, Some Football, Some WeekendShareThis
You catch the highlights of the Flyers/Rangers game last night? Can we kindly ask Carcillo to go play in a different league? What an embarassment. No better fit for that orange and black though, I guess.
He fought Avery and Gaborik, saying after the game (about the Gaborik fight): “I didn’t really expect to fight who I fought, but it worked out okay. I don’t know who on that line would have been able to help him though. Once he dropped his gloves, I was pretty much just licking my chops.”
He looks like some creepy Spanish explorer with that dumb mustache.
And they call me, El bagodouche.
You know what’s crazy about watching highlight packages these days? Last night, two huge rivals, major NHL teams going head-to-head in Madison Square Garden, Sean “Celebrity First” Avery fights El bagodouche Carcillo, and and as he’s getting off the ice, I see the back-up goalie open the gate for him. Wait, who’s that? It was, from small town Yorkton, Saskatchewan, a quiet, polite and funny ex-junior-teammate of mine, Matt Zaba. It always takes a few seconds to process when you see someone you know where you don’t expect to, like when two TV shows do a crossover and suddenly Ray Romano is on King of Queens. But that’s the way it is now. Buddies and teammates just make ESPN cameos. Crazy.
I’m not sure what I liked more about this clip: How much Rafa likes it, or how much the commentator is enamoured with the whole situation (he can barely breathe he gets so giggly). Either way, it’s a great clip. (By the way, how did one jagoff from Jersey get me to think about him everytime I use a commonplace word like “situation”. It’s just such. a great. nickname.)
I could poop I have such a great weekend ahead:
Tonight: Another Dexter-athon.
There is simply no better way to watch TV than a box set, and if you stumble upon a show you like, what a treat. I was fortunate enough to have not seen a SINGLE STAR WARS before 2009, so I got to take them all in, one at a time, over a couple weeks with Bri. I still haven’t seen more than a show or two of Lost either. It’s just the greatest, commercial-free, plot-following hidden pleasure a TV can provide. So yes. Dexter tonight. And wine. Muchos, muchos wine.
Saturday: ASU/U of A college basketball
ASU is number one in the Pac-10, and is playing their crosstown rival, U of A. Around here, you pick one horse and ride it, so after buying ASU gear to attend a football game earlier this year, I’m currently aboard a horse named Sparky (plus its twice as sweet cause the Sun Devil hand sign is, essentially, The Shocker). My uncle/editor/mentor/business-advisor/unpaid-slave Ken got me tickets for my birthday, so Bri and i will be hitting that game up!
Sunday: J E T S JETS JETS JETS! …..And Vikings Saints is gonna be S -I-C-K SICK SICK SICK!
Saints 31, Vikings 30
It makes some sense to pick the Favres Vikings. Their pass rush should be able to put enough pressure on Brees to limit the time he needs to find a receiver, and by all logic, the Vikes deadly offense is playing a sub-par defense. I could see the Saints stressing about Favre and forgetting Peterson can do serious damage everytime he touches the ball. (BTW, is there a better celebration in sports than Jared Allen’s “calf roping” move? No. There’s not…. sorry for the grainy video)
That said, it’s amazing how quickly everyone writes off the Saints success from this season like they’re a tenth place team that got lucky a bunch of times. It’s tough to win every night in the NFL no matter who you’re playing, but they damn near did it…. every night. We saw the Vikings have a few horrible tackling games this year and lose – the only times we saw the Saints lose, they were depleted with injuries or mailing it in (er, sorry, resting guys for the playoffs). They’ve got a ton of weapons, and Brees knows how to use ‘em.
The game will be high scoring, and close, but a field goal wins it after a late game push by Brees and the Saints. And Favre retires after the game, only to un-retire before leaving New Orleans.
….sighhhhhh. Here it comes….
Jets 17, Colts 24
The Jets are going to end the season by torturing their supporters, as per usual. Colts will score to go up seven, but the Jets will have the ball and ample time to get downfield and tie the game up. Sanchez will finally be put in a situation where if he doesn’t get it done, we won’t get it done. And then he’ll throw a pick, just so everyone in the entire state of New York can question him and the Jets for the entire off season. Ouch.
Post houseguests/New Years/Christmas and all that, life has finally settled back into something normal. I’m back to a fourty hour writing week, and need more work to fill that time (and money to pay those bills) - if you, or anyone you know could use some Bourne-infused text, hit me up at firstname.lastname@example.org
That’s all folks. Thanks for another great week, and hope your weekend is full of Jet chants and booze!