Barring a backlash from the readers, I’m thinking about abandoning the series by series nightly breakdown. I kinda like keeping it random. So here’s random:
Fighting is like duct tape to a hockey player; it damn near fixes anything. If you aren’t playing well, fight to shake it up. Coach thinks you don’t care? Scrap. Your team’s losing? I have an idea. Try fighting.
My whole stance on fighting is broken down in my latest piece for The Hockey News (out tomorrow, I believe?), but I just love Joey T. comin out scrappin’. If duct tape is the solution finder, Joey was wearing a lot of silver out there to start the game. Good tilt.
Driving home from the Kelowna Rockets/Vancouver Giants game (the one I left when they were down 4-2, the same one that they won 5-4), I heard the Flames GM Daryl Sutter doing an interveiw pre-recorded from a game he attended earlier in the year.
The man sounds like how I’d parody a Canadian accent. At the speed of Cleveland from Family Guy, he worked in a couple ill-formed sentences that involved a tractor full of “eh’s” and sounded like wheat fields look. I can only imagine the coach-imitations that the players bust out after the third pint.
Chris Pronger’s a dork. It really makes you realize that you can have all the money in the world, a bunch of talent, fame, you name it… but you just can’t shake dork.
I remember running into him a few years back and he had his belly-button high tapered jeans barely reaching his sneakers, with a tight tuck on his golf shirt and a hair part that makes Al Gore look edgy. Probably a great guy, wonderful player, yada yada yada… you just can’t shake dork.
In his defense, being a dork isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’ve got dork friends. I do dork stuff (um, I blog). I’m just sayin’…
So this happened today:
Today, I went to call my lovely girlfriend Brianna in NY. I picked up the house phone, and dialed the 631 number. Unfortunately, my cell phone rang at the same time. I decided I’d try to answer it quick before Bri picked up.
It was me calling.
In my defense, I’m part Ukranian.
So the Blackhawks advanced. Not to toot my own horn, but — ba-ba-ba-baaaaa! That brought me to 5-0 in playoff predictions (only to have the Ducks break my goose-egg minutes later – stupid fowl).
I don’t know what you do now if you’re a Sharks fan, aside from dress in bubble-wrap to cushion the fall off the bandwagon.
So here goes Tuesday, exciting night in the NHL. The Caps and Rangers go to game seven, and uh… damnit who’re those other teams…oh I forget. But ya! Caps-Rangers, neato!