so once again a head official who made a insane call in favour of L.A. and against a Canadian team has to come on TV to try to explain why the call was made and ends up babbling away for like 4 minutes contradicting himself and all.
kind of like this:
Oh well water under the bridge EH!... no biggie.
Of course tonight was only game 3 of the first round and any team that can't kill penalties is dead anyway.
Sure i believe Sedin was aware of what was happening when it was happening, but that's what great players do let it happen. Like a great defenseman running "unintentional interference". That's what you do you as a forward you stop in front of the net and fight for position and if the puck goes off you and into the net that's a great play.
Just seems kind of weird that the last game was decided on an overtime power play where a referee decided that a defenseman purposely played the puck with his foot as he was cut in the face and trying to get off just a few feet from the bench.
I mean Vancouver lost by 2 goals anyway but the balance of bad calls seems tilted... but as the study goes we competitive people always see it that way.
the most annoying thing now is that i watched the game unnessicarily. You see i had Choir practice when the game was on, but a neighbour and fellow hockey man (also a person with multiple children) taped the game on PVR and started watching it later. A fine plan to put the kids to bed and then watch the game at your speed plowing through all of the silly comercials and commentary. Which in theory is good, but in practice was bad. Seeing L.A. get the benefit of all these calls has brought a lot of the rage back... need to rewatch some Olympic Hockey and put this nonsense out of my soul.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
it's always hard to try to find something to write about after a big loss
So i go on chatroulette to change the subject and end up talking to some kid baseball player from Las Vegas who happens to have a broken arm and some ligament damage. It was a good chat that almost didn't happen... he tried to get rid of me 2x but i kept popping back up (some weird glitch), and then he finally said what you 3x... and i made a few sports puns one of then having to do with 3 strikes you are out, which got us on a baseball roll. I started telling him about "windmill Robertson" who tore up the Scarborough little league in 1983 setting a record that still stands to this day (most batters hit by a pitch)... you see i was a little wild as a picture so i had to compensate by playing the inside of the base... back the batter off the plate a bit and then go for the strikeout... which ended up more often in a line drive double into center field. Later i was moved to shortstop but apparently it's not cool to go into a swearing fit when you bobble an easy ground ball in the 6th inning. then i was moved to the outfield where on one play i would make an amazing diving catch that all thought impossible to get and then on the next play i would have a routine fly ball bounce off the bone in my hand and to the ground.
The game of hockey has always suited my nature... aggressive fore-check, shoot from anywhere and force your own rebound... attack defend... he who can last the strongest the longest wins... there is great technical merit but one can be effective with smart and fearless play. It's a game where you are expected to physically intimidate the opposition and the game is constantly changing so a new play is always available and a high risk move can make you a hero or a goat in an instant... i guess that's the high slider in baseball on a 3-2 pitch... but when that pitch is hit deep to center field the fielder can't make an amazing play send it back and score for his own team.
who cares... it's like splitting hairs... that said Hockey is a better game... which puts us back to the start and why i was so bitter in the first place.. a game lost that should have been won... that familiar empty feeling of failure finds it's cosy home above my diaphragm and below my heart.
So i go on chatroulette to change the subject and end up talking to some kid baseball player from Las Vegas who happens to have a broken arm and some ligament damage. It was a good chat that almost didn't happen... he tried to get rid of me 2x but i kept popping back up (some weird glitch), and then he finally said what you 3x... and i made a few sports puns one of then having to do with 3 strikes you are out, which got us on a baseball roll. I started telling him about "windmill Robertson" who tore up the Scarborough little league in 1983 setting a record that still stands to this day (most batters hit by a pitch)... you see i was a little wild as a picture so i had to compensate by playing the inside of the base... back the batter off the plate a bit and then go for the strikeout... which ended up more often in a line drive double into center field. Later i was moved to shortstop but apparently it's not cool to go into a swearing fit when you bobble an easy ground ball in the 6th inning. then i was moved to the outfield where on one play i would make an amazing diving catch that all thought impossible to get and then on the next play i would have a routine fly ball bounce off the bone in my hand and to the ground.
The game of hockey has always suited my nature... aggressive fore-check, shoot from anywhere and force your own rebound... attack defend... he who can last the strongest the longest wins... there is great technical merit but one can be effective with smart and fearless play. It's a game where you are expected to physically intimidate the opposition and the game is constantly changing so a new play is always available and a high risk move can make you a hero or a goat in an instant... i guess that's the high slider in baseball on a 3-2 pitch... but when that pitch is hit deep to center field the fielder can't make an amazing play send it back and score for his own team.
who cares... it's like splitting hairs... that said Hockey is a better game... which puts us back to the start and why i was so bitter in the first place.. a game lost that should have been won... that familiar empty feeling of failure finds it's cosy home above my diaphragm and below my heart.
what a day
isn't it annoying when people whine about what a hard day they had... that's the first key indicator that you are dealing with a failure. especially when it comes from our part of the world... Gee i woke up had the opportunity for a nutritious breakfast... ran the tap for a while so my glass of clean water would be cold enough, then took a shit in drinking water, checked my facebook and had to go through all of these messages some of them sarcastic and i had to re-assure myself everything was OK... then i had a big lunch and threw some of it away because it was just too much food for me at that time... you get the picture.
watching the news the other day and there was some big news on what to do with the "space program"... and people were happy that space exploration will continue, with getting near an asteroid and going to mars on the radar.
I tend to be a big fan of learning to live on this planet together without destroying it as the key and most basic fundamental problem humanity faces... but that would cost money with little chance of glory.
It always amazes me that the majority of people living in "democracy" keep the people who forward the destruction of the planet in power with absolute vigor.
Irony alert... the new cell phones are "green"... which has come to mean planet friendly (apparently). Could a nuclear bomb be made with some recycled metal and then get the consumer classification "green" by the ministry of the truth and the environment branch of the economic watchdog? If the right form were filled out I'm sure it could be done.
Different topic... i was out the other night and was asked a few questions on the nature of the music business... the questioner was looking for short "sound byte" answers and i kept try to tell them that that was in fact an essay question... but then we both agreed that nobody has time to read essays anymore because they are so long and you have to remember the beginning when you get to the end... which is really too much to ask, which then in fact basically answered the question in the first place.
people just want to stand on a quote for 5 minutes and then move on to the next moment of awesomeness.
what the world taught me... be smart, get what you can and then duck... not overly community minded... like the bees who work together make little waste and perform. I guess the bees don't live long enough to get to the point where they say "fuck this shit I'm tired of building cones... I'm making ovals"... the bee that tried that shit would immediately be carried to the exit and that would be it... no trial... no nothing... that bee's carcass goes back to mother earth to start again.
funny i always think of humanity in terms of other organisms in an effort to see how "off track" we have become. anybody who disagrees with that is a fool, i say. How can Humanity willingly destroy our own natural food sources, perhaps irreversibly, and barely give a rat's ass or at least totally fail to see that that is what is happening.
so we are all totally distracted and at the end of the day our distractions are causing us grief so we whine about it. In fairness we are stuck in a shit hole system where you just have to do or be damned... and then the crazy guy on the street who is saying the world is ending is actually right but he smells bad and won't get a good night sleep on the cold streets. Which begs the question... what would that guy do if we all tore down the city and made it farmland again and worked the farm together to get the food for the winter long party... he might be walking in the field saying "those turnip seeds are cursed by the colon gods"... in which case we would need to collectively do what the bees would do and sting the shit out of that wino.
don't get me wrong... i realize that there are some flaws in tonight's ideas... anytime you try to tackle the problems of humanity on a few liters of amber ale you are sure to drive down a few one-way streets in the wrong direction.
watching the news the other day and there was some big news on what to do with the "space program"... and people were happy that space exploration will continue, with getting near an asteroid and going to mars on the radar.
I tend to be a big fan of learning to live on this planet together without destroying it as the key and most basic fundamental problem humanity faces... but that would cost money with little chance of glory.
It always amazes me that the majority of people living in "democracy" keep the people who forward the destruction of the planet in power with absolute vigor.
Irony alert... the new cell phones are "green"... which has come to mean planet friendly (apparently). Could a nuclear bomb be made with some recycled metal and then get the consumer classification "green" by the ministry of the truth and the environment branch of the economic watchdog? If the right form were filled out I'm sure it could be done.
Different topic... i was out the other night and was asked a few questions on the nature of the music business... the questioner was looking for short "sound byte" answers and i kept try to tell them that that was in fact an essay question... but then we both agreed that nobody has time to read essays anymore because they are so long and you have to remember the beginning when you get to the end... which is really too much to ask, which then in fact basically answered the question in the first place.
people just want to stand on a quote for 5 minutes and then move on to the next moment of awesomeness.
what the world taught me... be smart, get what you can and then duck... not overly community minded... like the bees who work together make little waste and perform. I guess the bees don't live long enough to get to the point where they say "fuck this shit I'm tired of building cones... I'm making ovals"... the bee that tried that shit would immediately be carried to the exit and that would be it... no trial... no nothing... that bee's carcass goes back to mother earth to start again.
funny i always think of humanity in terms of other organisms in an effort to see how "off track" we have become. anybody who disagrees with that is a fool, i say. How can Humanity willingly destroy our own natural food sources, perhaps irreversibly, and barely give a rat's ass or at least totally fail to see that that is what is happening.
so we are all totally distracted and at the end of the day our distractions are causing us grief so we whine about it. In fairness we are stuck in a shit hole system where you just have to do or be damned... and then the crazy guy on the street who is saying the world is ending is actually right but he smells bad and won't get a good night sleep on the cold streets. Which begs the question... what would that guy do if we all tore down the city and made it farmland again and worked the farm together to get the food for the winter long party... he might be walking in the field saying "those turnip seeds are cursed by the colon gods"... in which case we would need to collectively do what the bees would do and sting the shit out of that wino.
don't get me wrong... i realize that there are some flaws in tonight's ideas... anytime you try to tackle the problems of humanity on a few liters of amber ale you are sure to drive down a few one-way streets in the wrong direction.
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