Being "Bertuzzied" has entered into the general lexicon.
off the top:
Longest. Post. Ever. I apologize. I've been in front of my computer pretty much all day. The picture of the day is actually a cartoon I drew tonight, whilst sitting in front of my computer. It's not very good, and it's not very funny, but I didn't have anything else to put up tonight, so you can suck it.
People have been moderately well-behaved this week.
Congratulations!
Except for Domi. Apparently, he severely insulted Bill McCreary, and so McCreary's daughter tried to return a stick he gave her, because he was such an ass. He apologized, and gave her another stick, but he's still an ass.
This cartoon is an old one, but he hasn't changed much . . .
Toronto fights back. "Take that, Bob Chiarelli!"
Ravens Rule! GO CROWS GO!
the score:
There was no one for me to go to Sergeant's with, so I ended up listening to the TEAM 1200 while taking notes for my porn essay and preventing my mice from killing each other. But you know, I've watched this team so carefully and so often that I can see them in my mind as I listen to them. So it's not so bad.
The first period started badly. Major brainfarts on the part of Ottawa. This continued, with Redden and Hossa being the biggest culprits. Everyone tried to give the puck away at least twice in the first twenty minutes. Redden and Hossa made up for it later, though, as Redden tried to get it away from the corner, and ended up passing it to Hossa, who lost it, then stole it back and scored. Chara got the other assist. Hossa said in an interview between periods that he's just been lucky against Carolina. I think it's because he's just amazing. He has thirty-four goals on the season.
Despite the giveaways and the attempts to be fancy on the part of his team, Patty was solid, and the one shot he missed hit the post -- CLINK! Even Ray had a good period, taking the puck all the way across the ice to the net.
The second period started poorly, as well. Despite having taken 63% of the faceoffs in the first, Ottawa lost a crucial one and Sean Hill, from Brind'Amour, scored off the draw. This is why Carolina has the second-best faceoff percentage in the league, and Ottawa is 26th.
Then Ottawa decided to show why they were the highest-scoring team in the league. Neil got clipped pretty hard with a stick and drew a double minor. Ottawa killed the first one off all by themselves, but the second was a little better -- and by a little, I mean Ottawa had ONE shot on goal. Right afterwards, it was Pothier to Havlat to Spezza -- the receiver of a load of new sticks today -- who . . . SCORED! His twentieth of the season and his first in SEVENTEEN GAMES. I wish I could have seen the smile on his face.
deVries took a penalty for cross-checking, which Ottawa killed, then Spezza drew one for slashing. {as an aside, it's interesting that "tricky-dicky-do" can count as a technical term when discussing hockey}. Lalime made a nice save on a shorthanded chance, and then that started an exciting rush back the other way.
Haha, Reds ran into the back of the net . . . [because I'm at my computer, doing research, whilst listening to the game, my colour commentary is going to be a little sporadic]
Fucker. Leafs are winning 3-0. Whoops, now it's only 3-2 over the Avs. Go Avs go. Shit, now it's 4-2. Final: 5-2.
Bad refs. Baaaad refs. High sticks, face-washes . . . nothing. Not a single call. GRR. They called only offsides tonight. Even questionable offsides. They didn't call goalie interference on Carolina's second goal. They didn't call it when Spezza got smoked away from play. This is ridiculous. They were looking right at them!
I hate overtime . . .
Thank god Lalime was good tonight. Hossa totally hooked up on a rush. Refs hadn't made call since 15:16 of the second period. AAUGH!! Annnnnnd we lose.
Having a good game tonight was Brian Pothier. I can't believe there were rumours that he was on the trade block. He's fabulous, patient, strong . . . just a brilliant defenseman who's not afraid to jump up on the play. Also Spezza was red-hot tonight. Scoring has done wonders for his confidence.
Everybody's favourite Latvian also had a good night. The highest paid player in the ECHL brings in a yearly paycheque big enough to BUY the team. HAHAHAHA. Razor sharp tonight, positively stoning brilliant offensive chances by Spezza, Havlat, and Smolinski.
Do I need to explain my feelings on the part of the referees? The only reason the 'Canes won tonight was because of the sheer stupidity of the officials. I wish there were still three of them on the ice so that you could get the organist to play "Three Blind Mice." This game was positively ludicrous. Hell, I didn't see it, but I still heard the boos after missed calls, and the disbelieving voices of Gord and Dean as they watched the refs look right at the infractions and then turn the other cheek. I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Why is the league examining the players' habits? They should be looking at the dudes in the striped shirts. THEY are what is wrong with the game. GOD, it makes me so angry that the boys can't even PLAY nowadays. They're not cheating, because they can get away with it. The officiating is ruining the game, not the players, not even Bertuzzi. It's the officials.
Goddamnit.
off the ice:
Good news on the player front:
Varada skates with the team and Volchenkov is cleared for contact.
Chara takes on faceoffs. Well, if he puts as much dedication into learning this as he does his schooling and shots on net, he'll be at 70% before you know it.
Redden's 16th goal on Thursday now puts him in the lead for goals by a defenseman. Looks like Chara will have some competition for the Norris trophy, after all . . .
in other news:
I'm looking at my comic strips that I scanned in the day before yesterday. I really scanned them in a hurry, and some of the lines and text are cut off at the top. And I'm noticing all the things I forgot to colour in my haste. And my errors. I hope it's actually amusing . . . I'm making them web-ready, so, Stefan-dependant, you should get to see them soon.
Speaking of posting, mail is a mixed blessing. The last time I got mail was Wednesday, I think. One package was a birthday present from
Chel {It was funny. She gave me hockey!}, a few were bills and the like, and another was my semiannual alumni newsletter from my high school. It's an odd little missive, usually, because most of it is celebration of its Life members (of which I am one) and then mention of those LCI alum who have died. And then they ask for money for one thing or another. This time, they're renovating the Aud. I'll pay for that. It hasn't been painted in forty years, and it's a beautiful room. But there was also this announcement that my homeroom and Spanish teacher, Leticia Trevino, had died. I didn't even know she was sick. Weird. I'm not really upset or anything, because we weren't friends, or anything, but it's just weird to consider that someone you know, someone you've interacted with, is not there anymore. Hm.
Speaking of not being there anymore, it looks like we'll be moving offices sometime soon. The Goobermonster has been fighting with the landlady for a few months. Then he bluffed, and she called it. The real estate agents brought this psychiatrist couple in to show them the suite yesterday, which was weird. They sounded like they'd pretty much decided to rent it.
Here's the thing, though. The Goobermonster is going to procrastinate and complain, and so in the end, we're going to be evicted, and we won't have a place to go. He won't let Jen and I look for a place until he's made up his mind. And if he moves, it has to be in this general area, or I'm hooped. He wants to get a place somewhere in his neighbourhood, but that's about a fifteen minute drive from my place. There's no way in hell. And Jen couldn't get there, at all. If he went downtown, it would be good for Jen, but it's just not plausible for me to go to school in the south end and then make it to the downtown core for work. So, unless he's moving to a place near here, I'm probably going to be out of a job in September. So if you know any office spaces in the Island Park/Hampton Park/Mechanicsville/Hintonburg/Westboro Area, let me know. I just can't commute.
Speaking of commuting, there's this girl in my comics and culture class who lives in VERMONT. Yes, the STATE. Her husband is a landscape architect there, and she drives up here for two days a week to go to class. INSANE.
Speaking of insane . . .
Here was the conversation I heard yesterday morning at about eight:
DAD: Chris, get up.
CHRIS: Ungh.
DAD: Chris, get up.
CHRIS: Uh, ungh.
DAD: Chris, really, get up.
CHRIS: Ug. Okay, okay . . .
DAD: No, Chris. Get up.
CHRIS: . . .
DAD: CHRIS!
CHRIS: Uh, I'm up, I'm . . .
DAD: Chris, what time is it?
CHRIS: JUNE! It's June.
DAD: Chris, get up. You have to go to work.
CHRIS: Si, si . . . SI!
DAD: CHRIS, get up!
CHRIS: You know, Argentinian trade policy is really our best precedent these days in consideration of foreign affairs . . . [at this point, Chris is sick all over his bed.]
Chris had a NPSIA (Norman Paterson School of International Affairs) dance the night before, downtown . . . which morphed into a visit to a strip bar . . . lots of alcohol was involved. Chris was still drunk when I talked to him this morning. He lectured me about cheese at one point . . . Apparently, he sobered up around noon, sitting in his cubicle. *sigh* Oh, Chris . . .
Didja like my segues?
Posted by Ally at March 20, 2004 12:00 AM