EGAD, I've been usurped!
off the draw:
So . . . Bitter . . . of course, if I had to strip off to get attention, and used my status as a hockey sister to get a job, then oh-so-casually mentioned that I used to date Andre Roy, then I wouldn't really be fighting off my distinction as a puck bunny, now would I? Sheesh. I'm still bitter, though. Check out her website
here. Haha, even
Rachelle might become interested in hockey!
Jen says sportBUNNY is a "Tarty McTart-Tart." I love that girl.
Check these out, if you have about fifteen minutes. It's nice to know that we're not alone in our distaste for what's going on.
the score:
WELCOME BACK, ANTON VOLCHENKOV! Nice to see the A-Train back on the ice.
*Ahem* Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to announce that, with our win tonight, we are now ahead of Toronto and are fourth in the Eastern Conference. I don't know how long that will last, but it's still nice -- for now.
Went to Sergeant's with Caity (skipping French class) and Stefan (skipping life). It definitely has more atmosphere than Rockwell's. More fans, too. Stressful game, though. Redden opened the scoring with a nice feed from Caity's boy, Havlat. Then Vermette got one on a nice give-and-go from Smolinski and Spezza. Unfortunately, Jokinen, the scariest-looking mofo on the ice tonight, also scored, but Philly -- lovely, LOVELY Philly -- came back at 19:59 from a beautiful setup of Bonk and Hossa to score.
The second period was a disaster. First it was Berglund, then Van Ryn (shorthanded), and we were tied for no reason. Then they pulled Prusek! I would like to put out a call to the city of Ottawa to give Super-K a nice big hug. He deserves it. He tried, but tonight was not his night. And this wasn't Lalime-calibre inconsistency -- it just wasn't his night. If he'd held out, I'm sure he could have won it for us, anyway. I mean, it wasn't Em's night, either. He let in a goal by Kolnik and looked pretty unsure of himself for the rest of the night. Stef said it was his "trial by fire," but I think Ottawa's defense really saved him tonight. Incidentally, I wonder who gets the win if both goalies play for equal time? Anyway, then Hossa, shorthanded (see why I love this boy?) deflected a Vermette shot from Chara and we were tied again. Thank god.
Caitlin stopped grumping at this point, but was still not smiling. Then -- from a Mike Fisher feed, her favourite boy knocked it past the stellar Luongo to win the game. Then she started to smile.
I can't say I had my full attention on the game. I'm sorry. I was in the midst of several conversations, and I was trying to drink beer and eat food without making my jersey messy [aside: should I wash it BEFORE Thursday, or after? Where's the mojo coming from? I think I'll wash it before]. I didn't notice too many mistakes, except for the too many men penalty, and a stupid move by Chara that got him put in the box. And the officiating wasn't bad. All the calls seemed to be pretty legit. So not a bad game, over all. I would rather the score was a little higher on our side and a little lower on theirs, but when you have Luongo in net, what can you expect, eh?
Anyway, my boy saved the game; Cait's boy won it. Stef's boy was portrayed by a four-eyed clone in the bar. That was weird. What more could you ask for?
The most amusing part of the evening happened during the second intermission. I rushed my way to the washroom to break the seal on two pints, a glass of milk, and a glass of water, and there was this dude slightly ahead of me, sauntering his way to the men's room. He was so busy sauntering and trying to check me out at the same time (because god knows how sexy I am with an enormous jersey covering me from neck to knees) that he walked into the door of the men's room. MWAHAHAHAH!
off the ice:
If you haven't seen it already, sign up for TSN.ca and watch it:
Moore speaks. If you don't want to do that, get the skinny
here.
I haven't decided if
this is interesting or not. Neat that they explained the rules, though.
This dude is eligible for the 2005 draft, to be held in Ottawa. I wonder who'll get the next "Great One"?
in other news:
News we all want to hear . . . Of course, now that I've deleted KaZaA, I can't get it again without paying $1.99/m for it.
Ugh. I had this terrifying dream the other day that I found a huge lump in my left breast and that it hurt like hell. I woke up in a panic, and checked it out, but of course, there was nothing there. It still freaks me out, though. I don't know what I would've done if I'd woken up and there WAS one there. I mean, I may have issues with my melons because they're cumbersome, but I would flip if I lost one of them. The worst part of the dream was that I could actually
feel the lump . . . *shudder*
I have to start my English essay at some point soon. It's due Wednesday. It's only three pages, though, so I'm not all that keen to get a head start. In fact, yesterday, when the goobermonster gave us the afternoon off because it was a nice day (that doesn't make him any less of a Nazi, BTW), I spent it cleaning parts of my room. I'll tackle my closet and chest of drawers when I'm REALLY procrastinating -- so expect them to be spotless come Sunday.
Posted by Ally at March 31, 2004 12:00 AM