In Which Ottawa Gets Its Ass Kicked
off the top:
I was coming home on the Queensway tonight, and there was this huge sign flashing at me: "TUNE INTO LOCAL RADIO STATION" and then "AMBER ALERT." I thought, "WTF?" so when I got home, I tried to check it out. NOTHING. I don't know what the hell's going on.
the score:
LALIME MUST GO. 'Nuff said. He's just not getting that confidence that everyone else says he's going to get. Hell, even Don Cherry was on his side tonight, saying that everyone should just let him play, and he'll get back his form. WHAT FORM? Piffle, I say. Play Super-K and all will be good.
It does mean I'll have to redesign this page, but I can deal . . .
Nothing much to say about tonight. Wade Redden played his 600th NHL game, all in a Senators uniform. With his big butt. He did not have a good game.
Not that anyone else was particularly stellar.
For the record, though: no matter what you say to me, you evil detractors, to me, Marian Hossa is mega ultra hot. You can't sway me on that. Look at him! He's cute! Although he did look funny tonight with cotton stuffed up his nose and blood smeared all over his face. He did not have a good game tonight, especially when they kept showing the replay of him running away from a possible scuffle. I guess he changed his mind after they nearly broke his nose, though, because he was right in the middle of it later on.
Special stupids of the night go to Hnidy, for being utterly unable to fight in a proper manner, and to Rachunek, for trying to pass behind the net and only serving to put it directly in front of Lalime. To his credit, though, he genuinely seemed like he felt awful for letting that goal happen. Maybe just because it messed with his +/-. Not that it was that great to begin with. He did not have a good game.
There were two players who didn't do all that badly, however.
Let's all stand back a moment and applaud Alfie. Gesus, Toronto booed him every time he so much looked at the puck, and he still scored first. Kudos.
In a game filled with stupid skirmishes and even stupider penalties (Belfour should've gotten way more than the mere two he did get -- it's not cool to be vicous with your paddle, yo), a particular fighter stands out, partly because he stands tall, and partly because he stands firm. Chara's fight with McCabe was fucking hilarious. McCabe fell down halfway through his beating, but Chara wasn't finished with him, and so picked him bodily off the ice and practically threw him away. It was the most amazing Chara fight I have ever seen. Unfortunately, someone caught him with a stick under his pads, and it looks like he'll be out with a kidney injury for the next one. Scratch Spezza, too, who took a mean tumble that twisted his knee in an uncomfortable way. They say it's a "contusion." Who knows?
off the ice:
So Domi wore his visor to this game. Pity they didn't call him on the instigator penalty when he had it all ready to take off before his first fight. What a little twit . . .
in other news:
Went with Cait and Stef tonight to Stef's friend Andy's house, and met his posse. A bunch of nice boys. Very heavy on the nerd-speak, which Cait participated in, but nice nonetheless.
I'm glad January's over. It was so long. These past two weeks, especially. Bad incidences on top of bad incidences . . . a set of unfortunate circumstances that put me some place I didn't want to be last night . . . I have a lot of things to think about now.
I haven't written so much in my diary since I started blogging here. I mean, it's not like I post my deepest secrets on the internet, but I think I'm just so orthographically drained when I'm done this that I feel no great urge to write any more about myself. I'll prolly put in a few words tonight, though . . .
Sleep well, folks.
Posted by Ally at January 31, 2004 12:00 AM