WHERE'S MY HOCKEY?
off the top:
I don't fully understand the whole
Groundhog Day Myth. If the little dude sees his shadow, wouldn't that then imply that it was sunny, and therefore that spring would be coming earlier than if it were cloudy and he didn't see his shadow?
the score:
Well, I wouldn't know. I get all ready to watch my team kick some ass, and I check the schedule. Some of the papers say it starts at seven on Sportsnet. Others say what I've heard, which is seven-thirty on the New RO.
Guess what?
It's NEITHER.
NO TV. What the bloody hell? Even worse than watching my team lose, I can't even WATCH my team. This just caps a terrible day {see below}. So I start listening to it on the radio, because it's too late to make it to a bar, and it's snowing like a mother fucker outside. But the radio keeps cutting out because of the weather! GRAUGH!
FIRST PERIOD: I spent the first realtime fifteen minutes of this period trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I didn't miss much, however. Shots were 15-6 in favour of the Devils at the end of the first, and, while Ottawa's defense started out good and then tightened up, Patty was sharp -- for once.
Ottawa 0, New Jersey 0.
SECOND PERIOD: Damn that Rob Schick for always getting in the way and screwing up the plays. It's a pity you can't legally check an official . . .
Ottawa's first power play came after an exciting Havlat/Smoke breakaway. Not much happened on it, however. Philly has a bad finger and is battling the flu, so his bullet from the point was lacking a little bit of mustard. Another nice play came from Rachunek, who shot the puck right on, then booked it back to the other end to dive in front of a pass. Redden dove in front of the rebound and made the save.
As an aside, you'd think with the number of sticks Alfie breaks these days, he'd make the move back to lumber . . . His composite tonight shattered when it intercepted a New Jersey pass.
AH! Then all was good. An amazing play by the rookie Langfeld that made use of his strength, size, and puckhandling skills led to a pass to Redden that made it over to Bonk and then past Brodeur.
Unfortunately, Langfeld's luck didn't hold. He tried to protect his goalie, but, with less than a minute left, Elias got past him and made it a 1-1 tie. Shots are 9-5 for Ottawa.
At least the Leafs are losing 4-1. TO THE HAWKS! HAHAHAHA!
QUOTE OF THE EVENING: During the out-of-town scoreboard between periods, the announcer mentioned the Ottawa 67's 7-5 loss to the Peterborough Petes this evening. This is what he said, to be precise (and I quote): "The 67's could not put a finger in the dyke" in the "interesting" loss to their rivals. Stand back a moment and consider the deep meaning of that statement.
THIRD PERIOD: Just as Brodeur is the answer to the few (the very few!) failings of the Devils' defense, Patrick Lalime is the problem with Ottawa's. After a few minutes of end-to-end races, the Devils spent most of the period in the Ottawa zone. The Devils, 14 and 6 in one goal games, made it 15 and 6 with a Friesen shot from Brylin and Langenbrunner at 13:47. They actually made it a two-goal game, for about thirty seconds, when Langenbrunner knocked another into Patty's empty net. Thankfully, it was disallowed after being considered as a two-line pass. Not that it really mattered. The Devils have now won the season series with the Senators three games to one.
Woo-frikkin'-hoo.
off the ice:
I want everyone to appreciate the picture that Jennifer sent me on Monday. It's great, and I think I'll leave it up for the rest of the week. I sure as hell hope there's some serious Toronto ass-kicking on Thursday.
Congratulations to Dany Heatley for getting his first goal of the season tonight.
Can I please shoot the play-by-play boys? I swear they were on crack tonight. They made fun of everything and everyone, from Brodeur's calling Gord Wilson "Gordie Baby," to bringing in the Williams sisters on defense, to comparing Paul Martin and his team to our prime minister, to mocking Peter Schaefer's hometown of Yellowgrass, Saskatchewan. ON CRACK.
in other news:
My prof is going to email me my midterm, so I can give Thursday's class a miss. *sigh* . . . cute boy will just have to survive with out me for a day . . .
Ugh. I'm not looking forward to going to school tomorrow. I had one of those major claustrophobic moments in class on Monday, where I felt totally trapped and was irritated at every one and everything. I just had to get out of there. The walk home was peaceful enough. I had a small nap when I got home, and then everything was rosy.
I found my idea book. It was really stressing me out that I'd misplaced it. It's blue and scribbled on and torn and contains all the storylines that come into my head. I hadn't needed it for a while, as I haven't actually *written* anything since god knows when, but I had this idea in my head recently and it was just itching to come out onto paper. But I found the book, so it's all good. I'm working on a children's story right now about a forgetful magician. It's a little more complicated than I would like it to be right now, because I think my target audience is too young to understand some of the time and POV shifts I go through, but I'm working on it. I have a basic outline, and the first sentence down (which I'm not happy with, but whatever -- you gotta start somewhere, right?)
I'm also listening to the Weakerthans, mostly their new album. You should check out the
solo session that John K. Samson did for Radio Three. It's awesome shit. If I could write one paragraph the way he does, I would die happy.
Two songs I am currently obsessed with:
This one comes off a horrible Harlequin Romance movie, but I want to learn it. If you can find it in full, I will owe you big-time. It's called "Lies of Handsome Men" by Francesca Blumenthal.
The other one is in the
2004 Mitsubishi Galant Commercial. It's called "Do You Realize?" and it's by the Flaming Lips. It's pretty.
MY DAY TODAY:
I wake up, turn on the crappy excuse for a radio station that is THE BEAR (why did you have to leave me, X?), and find out that it's going to snow. FOREVER. I have the constant threat of an English midterm tomorrow afternoon hanging over my head, one which I'm not really all that ready for, and which requires a hellish amount of memorization.
Then I get hit by a car.
Seriously, I'm not kidding.
Nono, don't worry, I'm fine, just very angry. The twit was pulling out of a parking lot and was looking everywhere but where he should look, and, as I walked along the sidewalk in front of his car, he decided that was a good time to pull out into traffic. It wasn't a hard hit, just enough to jolt me and cover me with filth from his huge-ass Buick. When I walked over to the driver's side to find out what happened, he had the nerve to say he didn't see me. The twit didn't even roll down his window to talk to me. He just mouthed at me through the glass. I was so angry that I couldn't say anything except, "YOU DIDN'T
SEE ME?" in ever-increasing pitch. Jen was with me. She said I was pretty scary. All I wanted was an apology, and the twit didn't even get out of the car! Eventually, I gave up and walked away, ostentatiously brushing crap from my pants. I'm glad I was in office mode this morning, otherwise I probably wouldn't have intimidated the twit as much as I did. As it was, he looked pretty scared. Stupid fat middle-aged twit. I'm saying "twit" because I want to say something unprintable.
Then the office day from hell. My boss is getting over the flu, and so every five seconds, he coughs like an emphysemic who has just run up a flight of stairs, and clears a quart of mucous from his lungs. WITHOUT COVERING HIS MOUTH. BLECH.
Then studying like mad for English and hoping to God that my team wouldn't disappoint me tonight. That would be the worst that could happen to an already crappy day.
And then . . .
Hell, the Second Sound Shift in Germanic Languages at 600 AD is more surprising than the results of tonight's game. I think I'll go study some more English, and maybe salvage some of my wasted time tonight.
Posted by Ally at February 3, 2004 12:00 AM