My life in a puddle.
off the draw:
If you ever thought Canadian gun laws were over the top . . .
Gotta love living in the most corrupt city in the country. The budget is due, and everyone is out for himself. In order to cut down on electricity costs in the wake of the great blackout (caused by the Americans, I might add), they're turning off the lights in all the city parks at night. But they're also taking a significant chunk of money from the city's police force, while at the same time advocating more policing on the streets . . . let me be one of the million people in this city saying, "HUH?"
the score:
I got to see a lotta neat stuff in my abbreviated dose of hockey tonight. I figure the boys' success tonight had some small thing to do with the fact that there were TWO -- count 'em, TWO -- full regalia'ed Sens fans in my Comics and Culture class tonight. Weehoo. By two, I mean myself in my Alfie shirt and this guy Brendan in his jersey, being supportive of a rough-and-tumble sport in a class full of twenty intellectuals who have no idea what the attraction is. Weehoo.
On the way home, I listened to the analysts and the story of the 10-21-11 line, responsible for all the goals and assists up to that point. Nifty. The shots were pretty even in this game, so that must mean that Theo was really shitty. And he was. He missed a lazy pass from Neil to Vanner to Spezza that looked like they were teaching littl'uns how to play the game. He looked like Lalime on a bad day. The boos were deafening.
But when Lalime is good, boy, is he good. Here's hoping him being an idiot was a wakeup call, and that perhaps he'll have TWO good games . . . in a row? Anyway, he was brilliant tonight. Very few of his saves that I saw were routine, and all of them were unbelievable. Like you can't believe he stopped them. It was like instinct to him. Hell, he took one in the head from Ryder and still caught it in his glove. His rebounds went where they should. His puckhandling was solid. He was Patty again. You could see it in the smile on his face. I liked how, after the game was over, he beckoned to the rest of his teammates, like he was saying, "that's right, come on, come on over here and feel the love." Neat.
Have I ever mentioned to you how much I respect Chris Phillips as a defenseman? I'm sure I've implied it, but let's have us a little Philly love-in. He's just so
CONSISTENT. But because he's just consistent, people tend to forget that he's positively enormous, and he can use that really effectively. He does this thing that's unique to him. He'll take his man, stick out the left arm, swing around in front of him, and put his blades down so the opponent is pushing against dead weight. Then, when he's got him slowed down enough, he'll just push them over. It's great. He did that tonight. Trademark Philly. I love it.
off the ice:
I hear Roberto Luongo broke a league historical record for saves made tonight. I think it was only a matter of time -- that guy kisses more rubber each day than the Michelin Man.
People wonder why Patty wasn't traded. I think there would be
a mutiny if he was. The boys adore him.
in other news:
It rained all day, and then it was foggy. Fog and snow make things look really surreal, but they also hide the giant puddle that is Ottawa. There are even ducks paddling around. At least it's warm.
I'm miffed. My favourite pair of jeans was wearing thin in one spot. Then, tonight, when I leapt into my car -- they ripped. Boo. I love these jeans.
Class was good, though. We watched
Spirited Away, which was really neat.
Other than that, though, I feel like a huge weight is off my shoulders. I wrote my last major paper last night. I finished it at about 12:30 this morning. It was on jumbo, giant, and colossal squid. I am now officially fascinated with large cephalopods. What a nerd am I, eh? But now I only have three assignments left before exams: a mini essay for History of the English Language, an OED assignment for HEL, and my sex portfolio, which I have a month to put together.
AND
Henna and her husband are coming THIS SATURDAY! I hadn't realized it was so soon. I'm stoked. It's rad. Maybe I can persuade them to watch the Leafs game with me. They don't understand anything but football (they're English), so it'll be interesting.
I'm going to wear my jersey to class tomorrow. I decided that this morning. If they won, I was going to show my support for the upcoming Toronto game. It's important that I do it tomorrow, because Drew, my arch-nemesis, is in that class, and he's got the whole deal: the hat, the jersey . . . everything. All Leafs. All the time. We have an uneasy truce because we think we're the only two actual anthro majors in the class, so we have to graduate together, but other than that, we're actually mortal enemies. I want to show him that he's not the only one with a fancy shirt. In fact, mine's fancier, because his has no name on it. Pfft! That's such a "Leaf Nation" mentality. PEE ESS: did you know there's now a magazine specifically for Leafs fans? What's it called? Of course -- Leaf Nation.
Good night, all.
Posted by Ally at March 25, 2004 12:00 AM