Mind-Dump Extrordinaire. …Eh, Fairly Ordinaire, ActuallyShareThis
It’s sad that my own little piece of serenity has evolved to including a couch, a laptop and free time, but that’s where I’m at these days. I’ll spare you any more updates on our fantasy camp, except to say I’ll be tweeting about it throughout next week, and if you want to know more, check out our poorly-updated, frustrating, soon-to-be-exploded website.
But for tonight, lets lighten my “to blog about” file. My TBAF, if you will. I cleaned out most of the junk on the plane, so I’m not even screening what’s left in there, I’m just gonna touch on everything still kickin’ around. RANDOM TIME!
I watched the documentary “Bigger Stronger Faster” on steroids (wait, that sounds wrong – I wasn’t ON steroids, it was about them) the other night, and man is it something. Refreshing, original and intensely interesting, it’s shot from the viewpoint of three brothers that either do them or have done them. The film attempts to give a more fair and balanced look at a drug they think has an unnecessarily bad rap, with the host playing devil’s advocate in EVERY interview.
I immediately tweeted something along the lines of “the NHL needs to get out ahead of steroids before some scandal makes them look silly”. Basically, they need to be proactive before something comes along and makes whatever new policy they’ll inevitably adopt seem reactionary (put me on the record for one “I saw that coming” when “it” breaks). The league doesn’t test enough, some players surely use (“summer cycle!’), and it’s naive to think it’s only a problem in other sports.
Sometimes if we’re out having drinks I think everything is “to blog about” worthy, so I’ll save crap in my phone, and the next day I’ll end up thinking ”what the eff was I talking about?” Since I’m touching on everything in my list today, I have “Hotel CaliBournia” written down…. and no idea why. Soooo, yeah, “Hotel CaliBournia” then.
I got ID’ed for “chicken lips” (fingers) the other day. In BC, where the drinking age is 19. I was as confused as you are. Musta been a tough day for the server or something.
Not sure if you remember, but when the Tiger Woods scandal broke, I FULLY sided with Bill Simmons and thought Tiger should’ve just 100% committed to “turning heel” like a WWE bad guy, left the wife and kids, terrorized any female who would have him (most), and kept killing the field in golf tournaments. He should’ve started talking trash in interviews, and have given up the whole Sidney-Crosby-facade we all endured for so many years.
Well, that’s what KFC has done. Sure, they never had the greatest reputation to begin with, but they were at least trying to roll with the trends. “Oh, people want to eat healthy now, well we sell grilled chicken. We have more options for healthy sides“.
Then they suddenly realized that nobody who cares about dying young eats at their grease huts anyway, and just decided to make the switch. Now all the sudden they’re like, “F**K IT. EAT IT, IT’S A DOUBLE DOWN. THE BREAD IS MEAT. HERES THE “BOXMASTER”, EAT IT“
Good on ‘em, I say. Know your role. You’re a grinder KFC, so get in those corners and make it happen so we can all BURY it.
Hmm, my TBAF includes some unfinished joke about Luongo’s head and BP. And a joke about Lundqvist getting a “too many (wo)men” penalty.” Nice of me to build a joke-starter kit for myself.
This is also probably column-worthy, but….. this is my first year in the blog community, and thus, my first year really interacting with the average hockey fan. Not that you, out there, are average, but you get my point. In previous years all I experienced was fans yelling from the stands, shaking the hands of some nice people after games, that sorta stuff.
So here’s what I’ve discovered about myself from really being immersed in the NHL with other fans: nothing makes me lose more respect for one of them than ref blaming. It’s by no means just in hockey, but I’m BOGGLED by how many people actually think their team got the raw end of the deal every night. I don’t just mean Canucks and Red Wings fans either. I mean there’s this CRAZY percentage of people who regularly blame losses on bad reffing.
My question is, if NO ONE in the world can do it well (in those people’s opinion), how hard must that job be? Making split-second subjective calls that are subject to the scrutiny of millions of people with instant replay and slo-mo? No sir, I don’t like hearing that crap. Can’t respect ref-blamers.
Not sure if you’ve ever heard the Propaghandi song “Coaches Corner” before, so there’s your link for an interesting listen. I suggest listening to it with the lyrics pulled up. Speaking of, I was recently told Ron MacLean is an occasional reader of the blog. So hi Ron, feel free to chip in our comments one day! You’ll be welcomed with open arms, I assure you.
This note was written since I’ve been in Kelowna, so it has nothing to do with some spat at home or anything, rather a chat I had with another married fella: “With the wife, the goal is for her to be at least neutral (not mad not happy), and all can be well. If she’s in a good mood, great, but at the very least, she’s gotta get to neutral or EVERYBODY is in a bad mood.”
Married men: concur?
Okay, off to watch some TSN. Love that channel, and by the way, I have no problem with them going “expletive deleted” on Talbot’s use of “douche” today. They’re supposed to keep to some higher journalistic standard than Bourne’s Blog, aren’t they? Also, good for Talbot for just saying how he really feels. So, whatever, that topic’s in the past, AWESOME.
See ya Thursday for a new post, probably about the recent free agent signings!