Oh no he didn't!
In the midst of watching the Sens TRAMPLE the Lightning. Just saw Vermette
get checked from behind into the opposition's bench (a faux pas), then saw a
scrum form wherein Vermette's helmet was ripped from his head (this involved
pulling off the snaps that do it up, not easy to do) and then slammed down on
top of it, knocking Vermette on the noggin (a major faux pas -- intent to
injure, especially with a foreign object, is a bad, bad thing). Then watched
Schubert, who was so incensed at the whole thing that he wrestled a referee to
the ice (a HUGE faux pas -- it's like shooting a cop -- abuse of officials is not something you
do). Granted, the ref was half his size, and likely tripped a little as
Schubert tried to work off some of his energy, but still. He must've been
mighty peeved. However, he seems to have apologized, because he was on the
bench when the period ended (that would normally count for a game misconduct),
while the guy who hit Vermette on the head with his own helmet was long gone.
Interesting.
I read in the paper this morning that Kirby Puckett had suffered a stroke and
received emergency surgery. It was announced after the first period tonight
that he had passed away in his home this evening. He was only 44. I think I
still have one of his baseball cards from his days as a future Hall of Famer
with the Minnesota Twins. He, aside from the Alomar family and Mr. Conseco,
was the only baseball player I really knew anything about.
It's also two days to B-Day, folks. I'm trying to organize my life so that I
can be responsibility-free for the whole day: get to sleep in, spend the day
with my boy, go skating, have a meal and movies with the family, and no
homework the livelong day.
Things are on schedule for that, with a few minor hiccups. I have just found
out that we are to be joined for dinner that evening by someone I don't
particularly like, and I rather resent the fact that this person is going to
be there, but there's nothing I can do about it, so I have to suck it up.
There's always something to interrupt my birthdays whenever I spend them
within the city. Actually, even when I don't, something serious always mars
them in some way. Like the time I crossed the international dateline and
missed my birthday altogether, and then arrived in Japan and my brother had
forgotten all about it. They're like my Friday the 13th. And they always
involve getting old.
Posted by Ally at March 6, 2006 09:11 PM