And she's on the mend!
off the top:
Shoutout to Carley: I'm glad you're getting better. Holy god . . .
the score:
Bonk is back in town, using his faceoff prowess! Goodness, but he looked pale!
Damn that Kiprusoff. He's just far too good for his own good. At present, he's the best goalie in the league, both in GAA and S%. And Martin put Patty, who's below the league average, out tonight why? I will say that Patty was pretty good on some saves. Shit, he tried to make one with his ass at one point. The ones he missed were because his defense sucked tonight. They weren't even around in the first period, which was a period of holy turnovers, Batman. Made me very nervous. Neil and Oliwa fought in the first five minutes. Apparently, Oliwa does that almost every game. He needed a new jersey by the end of it, and Neil needed a bandaid for his hand. Nilson scored somewhere in the first, on a power play. Three days off seemed to do wonders for Ottawa's energy, especially that of the speedsters. Havlat and Hossa were running around all over the place tonight.
The officiating was a little sketchy tonight. I think if it had been more consistent, then the score would have been different. Neil took an open two-hander to his hand and no penalty was called, while Reds tapped the wrist of a Flame and got two minutes. Then there was that tackle in the Flames zone, where both Bonk and Hossa were completely pinned for about fifteen seconds, away from play, and nothing happened. The sketchiest call of all time, however, came in the second period. Hossa, on a breakaway, got hooked all the way down the ice. He couldn't get a proper shot away, but he was in full possession all the way down. As fast as he is, he tried to stop, but couldn't, and gently ran into Kiprusoff. He gets called for goalie interference, and when he politely protests, he gets another two for unsportsmanlike. Unbelievable. I saw him talking to the ref. He wasn't yelling or anything. Weird. But Ottawa managed to kill off that entire four minutes without allowing a single shot on goal. Hm. Didn't help, though. Although Hossa managed to tie the game earlier, Oliwa took advantage of a mess at the net and potted another one. Lalime had a brief period where he thought he was a really fat defenseman, and so he was wayyyyy outta position. Greg Millen said he was like "an octopus trying to handle a beach chair." Whatever that means.
Havlat stepped up more towards the end of the game, netting Ottawa's second goal early in the third, unassisted. There was some beautiful defense by Pothier, but to no avail. I saw Nieminen go on the breakaway. This is what I said: "oh shit oh shit don't you dare no no no -- fuck." Three to two for Calgary. Then Bonk decided he wanted more people than Hossa to shoot at his broken foot (he said he was trying to jump out of the way for Marian's goal in the second), and so started working on his defense, which was amazing. It helped, because Redden decided to give the puck away, real slow-like, directly in front of his net. Patty made the save, but Reds was not pleased. That's when he got his slashing penalty. As if he didn't feel bad enough already.
With a few seconds left, Patty was pulled, and, as usually happens, Nilson got a an EN after falling on his face. Meh. Boo.
I made up my own stars tonight. Third: Bonk. Way to come back two weeks early after missing fourteen games and not look like you missed a single one. Second: Pothier. Brilliant defensive moves that made use of his freaking hugeness. First: Hossa. I swear he had ants in his pants. He was very jumpy. And by jumpy I mean jumping into all the important plays. Special mention goes to Super-K. I know, he didn't play, but he just looks so cute sitting there with his little baseball cap on . . . I will pinch his cheeks someday . . .
off the ice:
HAHA, Toronto lost to Pittsburgh tonight, 3-2. I can't laugh too much, though. Ottawa never wins against the Pens.
I'm still chortling over the Lalime/Prusek statement. And I'm still utterly shocked about the Bertuzzi/Moore incident.
Jon gave me a picture today. I've put it as the picture of the day. I can't look at it without laughing. I just can't deal with it . . . I think the reason he looks so grumpy is because he has to wear that dumbass tootsie-pop helmet.
I hate to break it to you, sportsfans, but I'm not going to win season tickets for next year. I realized after I mailed it that I'd fucked up the entry form. Sorry, folks. I did subscribe to The Hockey News today, though. It cost me 50$ for a year, but I get a free keychain. And I did enter to win a signed Hossa jersey, so all is not lost.
in other news:
Is my essay done? Not a chance. But I think it'll all work out in the end. I think I'm going to do as much as I can tonight, then skip my class tomorrow to finish it off and get some studying done, then head in for the seminar and the midterm. Cross your fingers, folks. I can't believe I'm so unprepared.
Got a call from my friend Henna today. She lives in England with her husband, and she's the closest thing I have to a sister. They're coming to visit in the middle of April. Anyway, turns out she had a miscarriage, and when they were scanning her to see if she was okay, they found a tumor. This is her *fourth* bout with cancer. Now, apparently, she has lost all her beautiful long black hair and is completely bald. If she didn't have Dave, I don't know what she would do. Her life has been one drama after another. She's Indian, and so her parents kidnapped her to drag her back to India to be married when she was eighteen or so. Her brothers helped. Then her parents died, and her brothers won't speak to her, because she married a white guy, who was English. And then there's the cancer. I haven't seen her in so long, not these past two years. I don't know how she's going to look. I must say I'm a little apprehensive.
Posted by Ally at March 11, 2004 12:00 AM