So I knew my previous post about wishing for a separate league for Canadian teams would raise some hell. I was sort of prepared for it. But I wasn't exactly prepared to be told that I was acting like a bit of a snob about the sport. It surprised me because I never considered myself a hockey snob before. As far as most Canadian fans go, I always thought I was very open. But upon thinking about, I had to admit that I was coming to this issue with a certain bias. It got me thinking about what hockey meant to Canadians and why we were so upset over this issue.
Even before I started following NHL hockey, I grew up hearing about hockey. I grew up with this belief that hockey somehow our sport. Regardless of whether I watched it, it was still my country's sport. It was still something that country did. It didn't necessarily mean that we were always the best (although we really wanted to be) or that other countries shouldn't be allowed to play the game. But there was this underlying belief that we Canadians had some type of special connection with the sport. I'm not saying that we're right to hold these beliefs but that's the way it is around here.
Canadians are not blatant about their patriotism. That is a fact. We do not often go on TV and start saying things like "We're proud to be Canadian" or similar things. We seem to find it slightly distasteful. However, there is one thing that pretty much every Canadian will get behind. And that is hockey. When I got into watching the Habs, I wasn't at all prepared for the legions and legions of fans of the team. I was quite honestly shocked. Having the whole city back a hockey team seemed crazy to me (who always seemed to get into things that nobody else seemed to like). But it was crazy awesome. It was crazy awesome that people of all kinds of different backgrounds would get together and talk about this team. I met people from Germany and the UK - people who hadnt' really heard of hockey before coming here - who watched the team. Look at poor Nazem Kadri, the Leafs top draft pick this year. His family is from Lebanon. His grandparents had never heard of hockey before. Apparently they know all about hockey now and they watch him all the time. Hockey is something that Canadians - who generally prefer to keep to themselves - will actually bond together over.
Now bring in Gary Bettman. Since Bettman has been commisioner, four teams have been added to the NHL (two appeared to already be in the works just before he came in) as well as four teams have been relocated (two from Canada). With the exception of the Wild, all these teams are in non-traditional hockey markets. Dallas, Phoenix, Nashville, Tampa Bay.... these cities dont' even get snow (and no, it's not exactly a sticking point for Canadians but it sums up our feeling about these teams). But it's not necessarily the untraditionalness of the franchise locations that's irksome to Canadians.
I think there really is a feeling that "our" sport is being taken away from us to a certain degree. We see all these teams going into markets in the USA. We see OUR teams leaving OUR country for the USA. We have to sit by and watch as our former teams either gain success in another place (like the Avs) or struggle epically to get people in the building (like the Coyotes). We see our players, players who many of us watched and supported as juniors, players who WE developed, leave in droves for teams in the USA - either because they were drafted by one of the 24 American teams or sought the nice big payrolls with American teams (that latter problem has been solved to a certain degree by the salary cap although Canadian teams are still at a disadvantage). We feel like they're trying to take over and push us out. Some of us feel like they're trying to turn it into a hockey version of the MLB, NBA or the NFL- which are very "American". We don't like it. We're not anti-American. We don't hate our neighbors. But when we see these teams in places where nobody goes to watch them and we see the league repeatedly defend them and say that it's feasible to keep a team in there, we wonder why our neighbors are being so mean to us.
Isn't it enough that you have your own sports? We wonder. You have the MLB, the NFL and the NBA. We admit that the NBA is YOUR sport. We admit that Toronto's NBA and MLB teams suck. You may have ruined my baseball team, but you can keep your streroid ridden MLB. And by all means keep your NFL too. But why are you trying to take away OUR sport from us? Why do we have to BEG for a chance to get another team in our country? We might not have the oodles of money that you have (err had) but we love our teams. It sounds cheesy but it's true.
It's hard for other people to get why we get up in arms about hockey. To most other people it's just a sport. But for Canadians, it's more than that. It's something we bond over. It's the one thing we're not shy to be patriotic about - and that is seriously saying something. So when we feel that the league is trying to take take away or hog a game that means way more than Bettman can understand, it makes us mad.
Make it Seven a new league?
A few days ago I picked up the book "A Hundred Years of Glory" from the library. It's about the Canadiens (duh) and it goes through their history. Of the many interesting bits in the book, one that caught my interest was the creation of the NHL. I'm sure I had heard about it before, but this was really the first time that I was paying attention. Basically, Eddie Livingstone, who owned a team in Toronto, got into a dispute with the four other teams in the NHA. Instead of suspending Livingstone from their league, the other owners created a new league - the NHL - and excluded Livingstone.
After reading the latest in this whole Phoenix soap opera - in which the BOG voted 26-0 against Balsillie owning a NHL team with the Bruins and Wild stating that they don't want Basillie to own a team because they don't think he is trustworthy - I have to ask: Why can't we just create our own league and leave out Bettman and all these teams that are failing epically because they're in places where the majority of people dont' care? Why do we have to put up with this crap from Bettman and co?
Bettman seems to be trying to create a hockey version of the MLB and the NBA. The only problem is, it's not working very well because well, hockey isn't particularly big in places like Phoenix. The situation with these teams - which isn't limited to Phoenix, but is definitely highlighted by this franchise - is getting ridiculous at this point. There is no reason why teams who are doing well financially (particularly those here in Canada) should be trying to pay life support for floundering teams in the desert or on the beach. And there is no reason why they should even be in that market when someone is offering to spend a lot of money to move them to a city in which people might actually want to go watch them (shocker, I know).
A report in 2008 has the six Canadian teams generating a third of the league's ticket revenue. Another report from the year before, had the Leafs paying up between 9 and 10 million to the league's revenue sharing fund (which is apparently the most of the Canadian teams). So Canadian teams pay to keep the Phoenix and Atlantas teams alive and what do we get for it? We get to watch our money go down the drain as these teams lose millions of a year. We get to watch as the players that we spend years developing get to play for these crappy teams who wind up dead last. And we get to hear people tell us that it's not financially feasible to have teams in Canada.
If Canada can have it's own (American/Canadian) football league then I think Canada can definitely support it's own hockey league. Sure, it'd be be smaller. Sorta. We could add teams in Winnepeg, Hamilton and Quebec City among other places and once Gary's Sunbelt League fails, then we'd just absorb the not faily teams. We'd probably have way less money to spend on players (which is fine. Who getting paid 10 million dollars a year makes you a better player?). But we'd have people who cared. We would have people filling the buildings. And in this perfect hypothetical scenerio, we wouldn't have another version of Gary Bettman.
Look, I get that there's a lot of logistics into forming a seperate league but it's something to ask least talk about for the heck of it. I'm just getting seriously fed up of Bettman and his stupid ideas. And if the BOG wasn't stuck inside Bettman's pocket, then I'd say they should stand up to him as well.
Edit: Here's a lovely rant by number31 on the same topic. And Preds on the Glass has an interesting "nightmare" scenerio for Bettman.
Draft day madness
Friday, June 26, 2009
Warning: the following contains Leafs hate, mild Gary Bettman bashing and lots of insanity. Viewer discretion is advised.
(a view from inside the Bell Centre. I could see better than this, but this is basically where I was sitting. The Habs table was third over from the first row nearest us)
Okay... let's see.... After agonizing over Roger's 3rd set blergh and eventual 4th set demolition of Kohlschreiber, I then spent most of the early afternoon shopping with Sarah from California, Dani and Kate. I finally bought a draft shirt and a draft keychain thing after wondering if it was possible to buy everything in the store. Yeah. I live here and I still go nutso for Habs stuff. After that we went out for coffee and then headed over to Ye Olde Whatsits pub where met up with more tweeps to get draft tix.
(so this is how Charlie Bucket from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory felt when he got his golden ticket.... awsomeness. Only, there was no awesome chocolate at the Bell Centre. Just Burke. And there's nothing awesome about him)
Sarah (the other Sarah from Boston) and I exchanged voodoo dolls for Sox socks and a Sox keychain. I AM UBER PLEASED with my lovely Sox stuff. UBER PLEASED. I'll get pics up soon.
At 6 we headed to the Bell Centre and I got mopey because the last time I was in there was when my Habbies were playing....First off the teams have to announce who's going to announce their picks. Silly it may sound, but it gave us the fans an opportunity to boo the crap out of the Bruins, the Leafs and the Flyers. And Bettman of course. At some point a very loud "Ole" song went up. Oh they must have known that those grumpy Ole-hating-Sens-fans were in the building (yeah, I'm still bitter about that Sensland! It's an AWESOME song to sing. Stuff it).
Huge cheers for George Gillet who said some stuff before the draft started.
(it was nice knowing you, George. We'll miss you!)
Booing ceased and then commenced when Bettman came back and announced that the Isles would get to pick. Lots of yapping ensued and then finally the Isles picked... Guess who? Me! Just kidding... They picked Tavares obviously:
(Tavares is thrilled and it's Hedman's "dream come true" to play for a crap team. Awesomeness)
Lots of yapping and crap then ensued again. I mean seriously, does it really take that long to decide who you're going to pick? You have a list of the guys you want for crying out loud. Pick the guy already!
I took the boring bits as an opportunity to look for GMs. I spotted Gainey and I could easily see Brian Burke's head (hmm, maybe it wasn't that hard to spot his huge head). Someone pointed out that the Caps peeps weren't drinking any of the stuff on their table which made me yell at them that we were only trying to poison Burke (JUST KIDDING. I would never actually want to poison Burke). I also spotted "Clod Joolee-ehn" hovering around the Habs table before the draft started. ICK. Sarah from Boston spent most of the time spying on the little kids that run around between the tables. Apparently the Bruins kid disappeared and the Hawks kid was offering brownies or cookies to the Bruins table. Traitor!!
I know Grrrreg has a "Gary Bettman Booing Index" and I want to say, we broke the scale. We flipping broke it tonight. Bettman announces who's getting what pick and all that crap and when the Coyotes come up he says "the 6th pick belongs to the PHOENIX Coyotes". Oh yes, Bettman emphasized the word "Phoenix". Twerp. Well, I booed him along with the rest of the building for that. And cries of "Hamilton! Hamilton! Hamilton!" soon followed. Can we all say "douche"? Jeez, you didn't think we'd notice that, eh, Bettman? HAMILTON! HAMILTON!
This was followed by HUGE boos for the Leafs. Even *I* booed Burke (this is coming from someone who won't even stand up when her team scores at a game). I couldn't even hear who Burke picked. Once I realized who they had picked, I was very sad. Nazem Kadri is a Habs fan. He cheered for when we an interview of him (from some point in time) where he professed his Habs love. And he was booed very loudly when he was announced as the Leafs 7th overall pick. Damn you Burke. I hate you. I felt SO bad for the kid because he looked absolutely miserable up there. Poor guy. It's okay.... should you ever leave the Leafs, I will like you. Until then, hope you get smushed up.
Oh and I loved those "1967" chants going on while the Leafs were busy doing their stuff. No sarcasm here. It was hilarious. Oh Montreal, how I love you....
FINALLY after almost 2 hours, my Habs got up and announced their pick. Couldn't hear at all who he was because the whole building erupted. Turns out we picked Louis Leblanc. Doing the no-homework that I had done, I don't know much about him other than he's a bit older than me and he'll be going to Harvard next year. No idea if he was the most talented player available, probably not, judging from what I've heard, but I know enough to know that the draft is a bit of a crapshoot anyway. So yeah, welcome to Montreal, Louis. It wasn't the nightmare I'd thought it'd be for you (just for poor Kadri). So it's good.
(welcome to Montreal, dude)
(a view from inside the Bell Centre. I could see better than this, but this is basically where I was sitting. The Habs table was third over from the first row nearest us)
(so this is how Charlie Bucket from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory felt when he got his golden ticket.... awsomeness. Only, there was no awesome chocolate at the Bell Centre. Just Burke. And there's nothing awesome about him)At 6 we headed to the Bell Centre and I got mopey because the last time I was in there was when my Habbies were playing....First off the teams have to announce who's going to announce their picks. Silly it may sound, but it gave us the fans an opportunity to boo the crap out of the Bruins, the Leafs and the Flyers. And Bettman of course. At some point a very loud "Ole" song went up. Oh they must have known that those grumpy Ole-hating-Sens-fans were in the building (yeah, I'm still bitter about that Sensland! It's an AWESOME song to sing. Stuff it).
Huge cheers for George Gillet who said some stuff before the draft started.
(it was nice knowing you, George. We'll miss you!)
(Tavares is thrilled and it's Hedman's "dream come true" to play for a crap team. Awesomeness)I took the boring bits as an opportunity to look for GMs. I spotted Gainey and I could easily see Brian Burke's head (hmm, maybe it wasn't that hard to spot his huge head). Someone pointed out that the Caps peeps weren't drinking any of the stuff on their table which made me yell at them that we were only trying to poison Burke (JUST KIDDING. I would never actually want to poison Burke). I also spotted "Clod Joolee-ehn" hovering around the Habs table before the draft started. ICK. Sarah from Boston spent most of the time spying on the little kids that run around between the tables. Apparently the Bruins kid disappeared and the Hawks kid was offering brownies or cookies to the Bruins table. Traitor!!
I know Grrrreg has a "Gary Bettman Booing Index" and I want to say, we broke the scale. We flipping broke it tonight. Bettman announces who's getting what pick and all that crap and when the Coyotes come up he says "the 6th pick belongs to the PHOENIX Coyotes". Oh yes, Bettman emphasized the word "Phoenix". Twerp. Well, I booed him along with the rest of the building for that. And cries of "Hamilton! Hamilton! Hamilton!" soon followed. Can we all say "douche"? Jeez, you didn't think we'd notice that, eh, Bettman? HAMILTON! HAMILTON!
This was followed by HUGE boos for the Leafs. Even *I* booed Burke (this is coming from someone who won't even stand up when her team scores at a game). I couldn't even hear who Burke picked. Once I realized who they had picked, I was very sad. Nazem Kadri is a Habs fan. He cheered for when we an interview of him (from some point in time) where he professed his Habs love. And he was booed very loudly when he was announced as the Leafs 7th overall pick. Damn you Burke. I hate you. I felt SO bad for the kid because he looked absolutely miserable up there. Poor guy. It's okay.... should you ever leave the Leafs, I will like you. Until then, hope you get smushed up.
Oh and I loved those "1967" chants going on while the Leafs were busy doing their stuff. No sarcasm here. It was hilarious. Oh Montreal, how I love you....
FINALLY after almost 2 hours, my Habs got up and announced their pick. Couldn't hear at all who he was because the whole building erupted. Turns out we picked Louis Leblanc. Doing the no-homework that I had done, I don't know much about him other than he's a bit older than me and he'll be going to Harvard next year. No idea if he was the most talented player available, probably not, judging from what I've heard, but I know enough to know that the draft is a bit of a crapshoot anyway. So yeah, welcome to Montreal, Louis. It wasn't the nightmare I'd thought it'd be for you (just for poor Kadri). So it's good.
(welcome to Montreal, dude)Bettman's fantastically wonderful week
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
It was a good week for King Gary.
No. It was better than it. It was a fantastically wonderful week for the Supreme Ruler of the NHL.
It all started when Sidney Crosby won the Stanley Cup. Personally speaking, Gary was very much pleased when the Anointed One finally did something. Took him long enough, jeez. Just how long ago was the kid drafted? Four years ago now? Like they really had all day to wait for the Pittsburgh Penguins to win the Stanley Cup? It was getting to the point where Gary had to go and talk to the... uh.... talk to the secretary to find him some little stuffed Penguins for his kids. Yeah.... that was right... The kids loved the Penguins.
Anyway, that's pretty much neither here nor there now because the Anointed One did win the Stanley Cup and everyone could just go stuff it. Especially those pesky Red Wings.... Ugh... Gary took a lot of personal satisfaction from handing the Stanley Cup to Sid in front of all those Wings fans. A lot of personal satisfaction.
Of course the really good news came the other night. While Gary was busy re-watching theNBA NHL finals, he received news on his Blackberry iphone (he had broken his Blackberry last week - totally by accident of course), that the judge had rejected Balsillie's bid to move the team. The King literally jumped up and down around his office when the news arrived.
"YES! YES! IN YOUR FACE BALSILLIE! I WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! YOU LOOOOOOOOSE!"
This continued on for a few more minuted before Gary got tired after so much physical exertion. He went back to his big puffy chair in his over-sized office and continued watching the NBA finals.
It was a good week for King Gary.
No. It was better than it. It was a fantastically wonderful week for the Supreme Ruler of the NHL.
No. It was better than it. It was a fantastically wonderful week for the Supreme Ruler of the NHL.
It all started when Sidney Crosby won the Stanley Cup. Personally speaking, Gary was very much pleased when the Anointed One finally did something. Took him long enough, jeez. Just how long ago was the kid drafted? Four years ago now? Like they really had all day to wait for the Pittsburgh Penguins to win the Stanley Cup? It was getting to the point where Gary had to go and talk to the... uh.... talk to the secretary to find him some little stuffed Penguins for his kids. Yeah.... that was right... The kids loved the Penguins.
Anyway, that's pretty much neither here nor there now because the Anointed One did win the Stanley Cup and everyone could just go stuff it. Especially those pesky Red Wings.... Ugh... Gary took a lot of personal satisfaction from handing the Stanley Cup to Sid in front of all those Wings fans. A lot of personal satisfaction.
Of course the really good news came the other night. While Gary was busy re-watching the
"YES! YES! IN YOUR FACE BALSILLIE! I WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! YOU LOOOOOOOOSE!"
This continued on for a few more minuted before Gary got tired after so much physical exertion. He went back to his big puffy chair in his over-sized office and continued watching the NBA finals.
It was a good week for King Gary.
No. It was better than it. It was a fantastically wonderful week for the Supreme Ruler of the NHL.
Gary Bettman writes a book about hockey
Sunday, May 17, 2009
First off, this was completely knocked off/inspired by Scott Feschuk's version of Stephen Harper's elusive hockey book which appeared in Macleans Magazine (I can't seem to find it online but it's absolutely hilarious. Best part? "I love cheering for my side, trash-talking others and rejecting the possibility that any point of view other than my own can posses even trace elements of merit. You can also apply this philosophy to hockey, I guess" ). So. Anyway....I figured while I was waiting for Nadal to show me that he's still no. 1 in the world, I'd write up a book for Gary Bettman. I mean c'mon, if some guy like Dany Heatley can publish an autobiography, then King Gary can write a book on hockey.
We'll call it "Hockey as seen through the eyes of Commish Gary".
Chapter One: The Lost History of Hockey
First off, what is hockey? To quote the highly esteemed Mr. Wiki Pedia, "ice hockey (frequently simply called hockey) is a team sport played on ice". According to some people, the sport was invented in Canada, but I have sources that suggest that the sport originated in the Arizona-Texas area. How the sport came to Canada is a long and complicated story - too long to explain to my ghost writer right now in this book. But in short, it involved a man named Bob Balsillie who saw the sport and loved it so much that he took it and brought it back to Canada with him. When he became king of Canada, he made the sport the official sport of Canada and then sent his forces out to demolish the people of Arizona-Texas. Right as the king's forces reached the doorstep of the kingdom of Arizona-Texas, he offered the people a choice: Face demolition or erase all mention of hockey. The people chose the latter and that, dear readers, is why there is no mention of hockey in Arizona-Texas.
Chapter Two: How I ended up with this job
Well, I started off as just some lawyer. Then I got into basketball because well, as a kid, I used to participate in it a lot (I was one who handed out the towels to the players). Somehow I ended up as the third highest in command which was neat all, but I wasn't particularly happy being only the third highest. I mean, third? So when I was offered a job to be the president of the NHL my first reaction was "what the hell is the NHL?" and then it was "yeah, sure, I'll take it." As soon as I ended up as head of the NHL I had the job description changed to "Commissioner" instead of "President" because being a "Commissioner" sounds better.
Chapter Three: On Being the Commish
It's great. Who wouldn't want to wake up every morning knowing that you are the supreme ruler of a major sport? Anything you say, can go. It's the most amazing thing ever. Quite honestly I have secret designs to become the supreme ruler of the poker universe too. But don't tell my brother that. But moving on, of course it's tough to be theSupreme Ruler of the NHL Commissioner. You have to make all kinda of tough decisions, like, going around the league to different events, handing out the Stanley Cup, hiring competent people to take care of important stuff such as buying my suits. It's very tough.
Chapter four: On being a fan
Yes, I am a big fan of basketball.
Chapter Five My favorite team
One of the most frequent questions I'm asked is "what is your favorite team?" To which I reply that I don't have a favorite team. As Commish of the NHL, I don't believe it would be a good idea to have a favorite team because some people would invariably accuse me of favoritism. Although if I had a favorite team, it would be a certain team in black and gold (no, not the one in Boston) because they're just so awesome. Plus they play in the United States. PLUS they somehow manage to fill their building. Isn't that amazing? But like I said, I don't pick favorite teams. This is all in the hypothetical.
Chapter Six My favorite player
Again, I don't pick favorites, but if I had to pick one, it'd be Sidney Crosby. Who doesn't like Sidney Crosby? Did you know that they call him the Anointed One? But really. I don't pick favorites. Even if he could save the Pittsburgh Penguins, the league and the fate of hockey altogether.
Chapter Seven: On putting more teams in Canada
Where's Canada?
Chapter Eight: On the recession and how that affects the teams in smaller markets
What recession? There is no recession. There is nothing wrong with the NHL or the teams.
Chapter Nine: On concussions
Did you know that "most concussions occur during player to player contact rather than when a player is checked into a wall"? Isn't that awful? Could you imagine letting your child witness someone getting a concussion after they're hit by another player? They should really work to cut down on shots to the head!
Chapter Ten: On fighting
Fighting is bad. I would never let my children watch a sport in which a pile of people beat each other up for no reason. That's just barbaric. That being said, the NHL sees no reason to change their policies regarding fighting in the league.
Chapters eleven through twenty-five: 600 pages of blank pages
We'll call it "Hockey as seen through the eyes of Commish Gary".
Chapter One: The Lost History of Hockey
First off, what is hockey? To quote the highly esteemed Mr. Wiki Pedia, "ice hockey (frequently simply called hockey) is a team sport played on ice". According to some people, the sport was invented in Canada, but I have sources that suggest that the sport originated in the Arizona-Texas area. How the sport came to Canada is a long and complicated story - too long to explain
Chapter Two: How I ended up with this job
Well, I started off as just some lawyer. Then I got into basketball because well, as a kid, I used to participate in it a lot (I was one who handed out the towels to the players). Somehow I ended up as the third highest in command which was neat all, but I wasn't particularly happy being only the third highest. I mean, third? So when I was offered a job to be the president of the NHL my first reaction was "what the hell is the NHL?" and then it was "yeah, sure, I'll take it." As soon as I ended up as head of the NHL I had the job description changed to "Commissioner" instead of "President" because being a "Commissioner" sounds better.
Chapter Three: On Being the Commish
It's great. Who wouldn't want to wake up every morning knowing that you are the supreme ruler of a major sport? Anything you say, can go. It's the most amazing thing ever. Quite honestly I have secret designs to become the supreme ruler of the poker universe too. But don't tell my brother that. But moving on, of course it's tough to be the
Chapter four: On being a fan
Yes, I am a big fan of basketball.
Chapter Five My favorite team
One of the most frequent questions I'm asked is "what is your favorite team?" To which I reply that I don't have a favorite team. As Commish of the NHL, I don't believe it would be a good idea to have a favorite team because some people would invariably accuse me of favoritism. Although if I had a favorite team, it would be a certain team in black and gold (no, not the one in Boston) because they're just so awesome. Plus they play in the United States. PLUS they somehow manage to fill their building. Isn't that amazing? But like I said, I don't pick favorite teams. This is all in the hypothetical.
Chapter Six My favorite player
Again, I don't pick favorites, but if I had to pick one, it'd be Sidney Crosby. Who doesn't like Sidney Crosby? Did you know that they call him the Anointed One? But really. I don't pick favorites. Even if he could save the Pittsburgh Penguins, the league and the fate of hockey altogether.
Chapter Seven: On putting more teams in Canada
Where's Canada?
Chapter Eight: On the recession and how that affects the teams in smaller markets
What recession? There is no recession. There is nothing wrong with the NHL or the teams.
Chapter Nine: On concussions
Did you know that "most concussions occur during player to player contact rather than when a player is checked into a wall"? Isn't that awful? Could you imagine letting your child witness someone getting a concussion after they're hit by another player? They should really work to cut down on shots to the head!
Chapter Ten: On fighting
Fighting is bad. I would never let my children watch a sport in which a pile of people beat each other up for no reason. That's just barbaric. That being said, the NHL sees no reason to change their policies regarding fighting in the league.
Chapters eleven through twenty-five: 600 pages of blank pages
Of voodoo dolls, barber pole jerseys & Roy's cursing abilities
Monday, March 30, 2009
It's Monday! And that means there's no good NHL hockey on and apparently there's no AHL hockey on either.... HELLO?! Who organizes these stupid schedules?! Reason #345678 to take over the world: You get to arrange the hockey schedule the way you want it. Anyway... No hockey = me rambling about... hockey. Whoopie...
Okay first off.... I missed the Bulldogs playing yesterday because 1) they played in the afternoon and I hate afternoon games and I always overlook them by accident 2) I was also busy making myself a Gary Bettman voodoo doll. Took me the whole darn afternoon to make it too. Pooh. I'm mad because apparently it was a really good game despite their loss to Moosies of Winterpeg. with the loss they poor Baby Habs can't catch said Moosies for first in their division but they could make a run for second. Let's go Hammies! Amid my disappointment, I did learn that the Ultra Baby Habs were playing so I did catch most of the Montreal Juniors gam and am pleased to say that they wrapped up their series against Rouyn-Noranda with a 4-3 win in game 6. Yay! Unfortunately Drummondville is up next and apparently they're one of the top ranked teams... Poop.
But yes.... behold! Bettman gets to join Crosby in the Tissue Box of Doom (yes, I have no life and knitted Crosby a puffle blue scarf. What can I say? I was left all alone in a house filled with wool and knitting needles and despite not knowing how to knitt either I decided to make one). I still cant' sew in a circle so more turnip headed dolls *g* I think he's got too much hair too....
And... if you didn't know already... the Barber Pole Jerseys are coming back on Tuesday! I think they've kind of grown on me in a "wow, they're so ugly they may just be kind of cute" type of way. Unfortunately for Lang though, whenever I see those, I will forever think of him. Dont' ask why. My brain just works that way.
Oh and last thing....
Dear Patrick Roy,
I get that the recent performance of the Devils is due to the fact that you've cursed them because they took your record (yes, "they"). But really.... you're timing sucks, man! The Canadiens need the Devils to beat the Rangers tonight and that can't happen if Avery's gotten into their brains. I think you're little curse-fest on the Canadiens is over now (c'mon... nobody can stay that bitter forever. Especially when everyone seems to love you again) so if you'd be so kind as to uncurse the Devils for tonight's game, that'd be great.
Thanks,
EP
P.S. Please feel free to curse them again after the game.
THIS is the last thing... I will write up something serious one day soon. I just feel that in current mood of things with the Habs, I much prefer to go off into the world of fun insanity.
Okay first off.... I missed the Bulldogs playing yesterday because 1) they played in the afternoon and I hate afternoon games and I always overlook them by accident 2) I was also busy making myself a Gary Bettman voodoo doll. Took me the whole darn afternoon to make it too. Pooh. I'm mad because apparently it was a really good game despite their loss to Moosies of Winterpeg. with the loss they poor Baby Habs can't catch said Moosies for first in their division but they could make a run for second. Let's go Hammies! Amid my disappointment, I did learn that the Ultra Baby Habs were playing so I did catch most of the Montreal Juniors gam and am pleased to say that they wrapped up their series against Rouyn-Noranda with a 4-3 win in game 6. Yay! Unfortunately Drummondville is up next and apparently they're one of the top ranked teams... Poop.
But yes.... behold! Bettman gets to join Crosby in the Tissue Box of Doom (yes, I have no life and knitted Crosby a puffle blue scarf. What can I say? I was left all alone in a house filled with wool and knitting needles and despite not knowing how to knitt either I decided to make one). I still cant' sew in a circle so more turnip headed dolls *g* I think he's got too much hair too....
And... if you didn't know already... the Barber Pole Jerseys are coming back on Tuesday! I think they've kind of grown on me in a "wow, they're so ugly they may just be kind of cute" type of way. Unfortunately for Lang though, whenever I see those, I will forever think of him. Dont' ask why. My brain just works that way.
Oh and last thing....
Dear Patrick Roy,
I get that the recent performance of the Devils is due to the fact that you've cursed them because they took your record (yes, "they"). But really.... you're timing sucks, man! The Canadiens need the Devils to beat the Rangers tonight and that can't happen if Avery's gotten into their brains. I think you're little curse-fest on the Canadiens is over now (c'mon... nobody can stay that bitter forever. Especially when everyone seems to love you again) so if you'd be so kind as to uncurse the Devils for tonight's game, that'd be great.
Thanks,
EP
P.S. Please feel free to curse them again after the game.
THIS is the last thing... I will write up something serious one day soon. I just feel that in current mood of things with the Habs, I much prefer to go off into the world of fun insanity.
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