God Hates Shrimp
off the top:
So, I posted the results of last night's game today, as I was staying over at Alice's, and now I'm posting again. What a nerd am I. If you have no idea what the picture of the day is all about, go to the archives and read the last blog . . .
Holy motherfucker this is amusing. Thanks to the random link on Lindsay's page to hook me up with that gem.
the score:
I was surprised -- and delighted -- to find out that Super-K was starting tonight. Alas, Martin did not have a good night. The ice -- the best in the league -- was just too good tonight. The Senators couldn't deal with the physics of it. There was no friction, and that messed with them.
It was a very physical game, with hard checks and lots of bumping around, but no fights, which impressed me. I think all the goons are playing it safe until the Bertuzzi mess blows over. Even the non-fighters stepped up to the body challenge tonight, and you saw hard, clean checks from the likes of Hossa, Phillips, Fisher, and Schaefer. Surprise, surprise, no calls on anything that should have been, like a blatant trip to Hossa that sent him ass-over-teakettle to the ice. At least Havlat, from Spezza and Redden, knocked one past Conklin, sending Ottawa into the second period leading the game.
Prusek began the second period by showing the world how improved he is on his wraparounds in his sophomore year. He also had the best seats in the house to see glittering defensive moves by Simpson and Pothier.
Unfortunately, after this, everything went to hell. The Senators, barely keeping their play under some semblance of control, got a penalty for too many men, served by Neil. Dvorak scored on the resulting power play. Then, about thirty seconds later, Moreau scored. You could see it was taking its toll on Super-K. Smolinski made a few hearts beat a little faster on a breakaway that looked like a sure thing, but he was totally robbed by Conklin, and it came to naught. Spezza showed amazing puck control and skating ability shortly thereafter, passing to de Vries (the only player in NHL history to have lower-case letters on his jersey, by the way), but he couldn't get it through traffic.
Back went play to the other end, where Prusek made some nice saves, one without ever knowing where the puck was. Then Simpson got a penalty for holding, and Torres took a pass from one of his Czech linemates (Nedved and Dvorak -- Torres was instructed to learn Czech in order to communicate better with them -- perhaps it worked) and shot it at Prusek. It looked like he had it, but when he moved his pads together to squeeze it, his skate knocked it over the line. Poor Prusek had no notion what was going on. After the goal, still on his knees, he leaned forward and peeked between his legs, just to try and figure out what the hell happened. That was it for him. You could see he was destroyed.
Super-K didn't return for the third. He wasn't even on the bench. Supposedly, he was suffering from a sore back, but I suspect not. This was his big chance to show everyone he could face two good teams two nights in a row, and he totally blew it. I think he just couldn't face the crowd after his humiliating performance.
Luckily, Patty, on a rare occasion, is pretty darned good, and he showed some of that in the third. He lost his mask in one melee and the puck came dangerously close to both the goal line and his bare face, but he made the save with his paddle while lying on his back. Pretty nice.
Poor Hossa. He really tried tonight, and he had some nice chances throughout the game. In the third, he patiently waited in the middle of the defensive zone, just watching the passing game of two Oilers. Then he stepped in, and, pretty-as-you-please, stole the puck and worked his way up the left side. He ended up hitting the crossbar. In the dying seconds, he threw the puck, again and again, towards the net, but to no avail.
Whatever happened to the team that cared?
off the ice:
Did you know Alfie's mother is a HAIRDRESSER? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, the irony . . .
Ray Scampinella, a veteran linesman, is retiring. This is bad news. There are only a few old guys left, and the rookies all suck.
I don't think I blink enough when I watch hockey. My eyes get really dry. I'm such a dweeb.
in other news:
Aw, crap, it's snowing again . . .
I'm planning a redesign. I wasn't going to start working on it until the summer, but the thoughts I was thinking made it imperative for me to procrastinate this afternoon and begin construction. It's "one hundred kinds of slick," as
Stef says. Still hockey, but good. And I'm going to rearrange my links. I'm irritated with them. I'm also going to teach myself flash this summer, did I tell you?
Holy crap, I've done nothing this afternoon. I need to study for a midterm and write a comic strip, and do all sorts of school-related things, and I've totally wasted the afternoon. GRR! How stupid am I?
Posted by Ally at March 14, 2004 12:00 AM