Our hockey team won a good victory tonight with 6-5 victory... rather crazy because we were up 4-1 at one point and looked to have the game under control which is always what happens when you think you have things under control. I believe we were going into the third period up 4-1 and then we got soft in our own end and became the masters of the "flick shot special"... the flick shot special is when you move the puck from an area of danger to an area of greater danger with a little weak four foot bouncing chump ass shot.
Our key to victory was our ability to answer when necessary... the opposition tied the game @ 4-4 and immediately we answered back to go up 5-4, and then they tied it up again and then 40 seconds later we went back on top with a sneak wrist shot from the high slot that nobody saw coming and it found a way through the 5 hole.
We were able to shut the door for the final 4 minutes through a series of fire drills and scintillating saves from our goalie Dave... there was luck and hard work and diving for pucks... there were scrums on the boards and a few chops to the ribs. We won the last few key draws of the game which helped kill a bit of time before the flick shot special had a chance to apply a sense of doom to the team but in the end it was one giant successful flick shot that saved the day. High enough to clear the defense but not hard enough to go for icing.
It is funny how a collapsing game can feel good if you come away with a victory. On many levels it should be a failure, but i tend to be heavy on labeling things a failure... for example we won a game 2-1 last week and i declared that it felt like a defeat... and it did... we should have stomped their balls but it was a lack of compete inspired by the probability of sure victory that got me steaming.
I thought generally tonight we had a good for check which caused the turnovers, which kept the pressure on but then when we sat back and they had some D men that could skate and that caused problems. You have to get on those bastards immediately before they get a chance to get some speed and confidence.
I played pick up hockey the other night and when you play pick up you either wear a dark or a light sweater. I have been going dark lately in a effort to play with a few other fathers in the neighbourhood... i call us the V5T line, stemming from the postal code of course. Anyhoo we had a good D man show up an play dark right around the time i was assessing the talent on the White team, which happened to be a scary scenario... i skated up to him and said... I'm glad you are dark, and then we got talking and he said he never worries who is on the other side... because it is up to us to assure victory... I like that attitude... we won the match 4-1 which is an incredible feat that a stacked team of talent only scored one goal in a hour... most of the credit goes to the goalie... he almost got a shutout... i don't think i have ever seen that in an hour long pick up game. None the less our team played hard and over their head for most of the game... there was a fearless element to our attack... we scored on our chances and defended with honor. what else could you ever want?
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
idk
Do you know what IDK stands for? It means "I don't know" and i found this out just moments ago when i figured that it was time for a little blogaroo but i needed a topic so i went on to chatroulette to ask some random stranger to give me a topic. i ran into (among many things) a pack of young girls (20 years old) who saw me and yelled gross, started laughing and then called me a pedobear... which is not a good accusation, but that's what you get for going on chatroulette. It's a place where people jack off to each other... which is fine by me but then people on the site assume that everybody wants to jack off to them which is not always the case... not saying that i wouldn't WANT to jack off to them, i just wouldn't... being a father of girls and more importantly a man on a mission for a topic for a blog... which is clearly more important.
The amazing thing is that the girls never use a person like me for information... sure i'm a worn, fat, balding, ugly, unkept bulgy eyed sideburned old bastard but i also know the mind of a young man and could provide some insights if people were interested in fully using the form of communication. It is almost like a real opportunity lost... i always like talking to older people on the off chance they can give me a few nuggets of wisdom or even better some well defined cases of the stupidity of mankind.
anyhoo i finally got somebody to give me a topic and the topic was idk, which was basically an answer to the question "please give ma a topic"... "i don't know" was the answer (in the form of idk) which is a good answer because it is an honest one and one that people rarely admit to. There are so many things we don't know but rarely will we admit that we don't know them. We just tend to carry on like we know the answer because we might seem stupid if we didn't... and surly people would assume we are stupid if we said that.
The other side of the window is kind of like this bizarre belief that technology will save humans no matter what damage we do to the environment that supports our ability to live... in this case we say we don't know but we actually do know... we being the knowlege that is available for those who want to see it. It is then that "i don't know" becomes an excuse to just carry on and say "more study is needed".
I don't know a lot of things... languages have always eluded me, why people pay for cable TV is another... i don't know why people ruin their lives to "be real" for a chance in a million to be a rock and roll star, i don't know how i got here other than a series of events where one chance won over all of the others... i don't know why i go on chatroulette as nobody ever wants to talk to me... i think i'm pretty good on the chats... i come up with a lot of points that other people do not... and maybe that's the problem
IDK
The amazing thing is that the girls never use a person like me for information... sure i'm a worn, fat, balding, ugly, unkept bulgy eyed sideburned old bastard but i also know the mind of a young man and could provide some insights if people were interested in fully using the form of communication. It is almost like a real opportunity lost... i always like talking to older people on the off chance they can give me a few nuggets of wisdom or even better some well defined cases of the stupidity of mankind.
anyhoo i finally got somebody to give me a topic and the topic was idk, which was basically an answer to the question "please give ma a topic"... "i don't know" was the answer (in the form of idk) which is a good answer because it is an honest one and one that people rarely admit to. There are so many things we don't know but rarely will we admit that we don't know them. We just tend to carry on like we know the answer because we might seem stupid if we didn't... and surly people would assume we are stupid if we said that.
The other side of the window is kind of like this bizarre belief that technology will save humans no matter what damage we do to the environment that supports our ability to live... in this case we say we don't know but we actually do know... we being the knowlege that is available for those who want to see it. It is then that "i don't know" becomes an excuse to just carry on and say "more study is needed".
I don't know a lot of things... languages have always eluded me, why people pay for cable TV is another... i don't know why people ruin their lives to "be real" for a chance in a million to be a rock and roll star, i don't know how i got here other than a series of events where one chance won over all of the others... i don't know why i go on chatroulette as nobody ever wants to talk to me... i think i'm pretty good on the chats... i come up with a lot of points that other people do not... and maybe that's the problem
IDK
Friday, June 18, 2010
Rage barber.. the hunter becomes the hunted
So i went to a barber the other day... probably the first time in over a decade. I have always been from the school that a real man can cut his own hair and then walk around with his head held high singing "i will not buy". There are not many of us left out there in this fast food hipster world... but hey "i just gotta be me".
The big draw for me was that i had inside information that the barber i was going to liked to get a little hot under the collar about some issues that had to do with the development of our neighbourhood. I figured it was a no brainer... go in there, get in the chair and then try to get on a few issues that a friend of mine had mentioned really gets this barber going... in principle the idea is golden... get the barber going stoke the rage all while a little clippity clip clippity clip clip clip happens to my head... how could one possibly lose?
How you lose is when you go in so confident in your plan that you think you can not fail... and you focus is all on the success of your plan and how your plan is going to unravel and you chuckle and cluck to yourself about how it's going to be so great... and educational also... i mean that, I'm sure a barber knows a lot of stuff about the neighbourhood... i was hoping for a lecture from a a man who i heard can get quite animated over certain issues.
Funny that it occurred to me that it would be educational because a lifelong barber would have his ear to the ground and his thumb on the pulse of the neighbourhood, but it failed to occur to me that this same man would be a pro at reading and dealing with all kinds of people, and there is me thinking it will be a cakewalk, which of course is a critical error. The best rage heroes only go off in fine form when they are in the proper environment. I of all people I should know this, and it was a great failure of mine to not see this... almost like that time when we had the rage cab driver that got to know me and sometimes he would have to pull over by the side of the road so he could turn around and point his finger at me to exclaim his rage... I was a mailman at the time and i had a route that was dubbed a "cab" route, which meant that i went out to the route in a cab because it was far away from the station and the bus service would have taken more time than just paying for a cab... anyhoo i had a buddy that was on a route nearby that was a bus route but since it was on my way i would take him in the cab and drop him off... he was a good guy and he was eager to learn the ways of a rage cabbie... originally he was taken aback that our cab ride had taken so long because the cab driver went bananas over an issue (happened to be the George W. Bush war that was started under obvious false pretences)... anyhoo the driver knew me and was comfortable with our conversations. To make a long story mid lenght my friend was originally a bit nervous but learned to enjoy the rage lectures and after a few we got in the cab and he said "so anything making you mad".. this was a rookie mistake because it put the cab driver in an odd position and there was no rage that day and i scolded my friend for his silly approach.
and then years later i made the same mistake... i walked into a barber who i didn't know me but knew how to deal with people thinking i was going to call the shots.
When i walked in there he had a friend there and the barber was cutting somebodies hair so the friend and i started talking cameras and i let it slip that i was there for a "social experience" and the room changed like a wind coming from the other direction... it was probably then that the hunter became the hunted but the hunter failed to realize that because the hunter was suffering from confidence induced delusions and that is never good for a sportsman... as you can well imagine.
And then when i got in the chair the barber asked me what i wanted and i said i didn't care just go at it... he wanted no part of that and said he doesn't "style" but does what people want, and then i went further in my folly and said i didn't care what my head looked like and i wouldn't be angry with any cut... and then i mentioned that i usually cut my own hair to which he replied that he could see that by the fact that it was all completely uneven (this brought laughter in the shop)... and then i tried to explain that this cut was actually incomplete... to which he agreed before I could explain that while i was performing that particular cut an emergency happened and i had to stall the cut process and forgot to get back to it which in fact put me in an odd position of looking like some deranged lunatic.
I had these nice overgrown sideburns that i was going to refuse to let the barber cut thinking that he would be frazzled by focusing on the items that i had expected we would talk about but instead i took a savage beating and i spent the entire haircut on defense and then when it came time for the sideburns he just plainly said that it would look stupid to go around with the elongated sideburns... i tried to resist but his friend mentioned that i was indeed in for a social experience and then the clippity clip happened... i had already stated that i didn't care, i was indifferent and just along for the ride... essentially meaning that the barber was the driver and i was the passenger. It was like walking into a room with a bag of marbles and the bag spits and your marbles scatter.
By the time i was done i looked like a fat middle aged salesman with cheap sideburns and a comb over to protect a balding hairline... i limped out of there and went home with my hair out of my eyes which was good.
I think I'll go back but I'll be prepared next time.
The big draw for me was that i had inside information that the barber i was going to liked to get a little hot under the collar about some issues that had to do with the development of our neighbourhood. I figured it was a no brainer... go in there, get in the chair and then try to get on a few issues that a friend of mine had mentioned really gets this barber going... in principle the idea is golden... get the barber going stoke the rage all while a little clippity clip clippity clip clip clip happens to my head... how could one possibly lose?
How you lose is when you go in so confident in your plan that you think you can not fail... and you focus is all on the success of your plan and how your plan is going to unravel and you chuckle and cluck to yourself about how it's going to be so great... and educational also... i mean that, I'm sure a barber knows a lot of stuff about the neighbourhood... i was hoping for a lecture from a a man who i heard can get quite animated over certain issues.
Funny that it occurred to me that it would be educational because a lifelong barber would have his ear to the ground and his thumb on the pulse of the neighbourhood, but it failed to occur to me that this same man would be a pro at reading and dealing with all kinds of people, and there is me thinking it will be a cakewalk, which of course is a critical error. The best rage heroes only go off in fine form when they are in the proper environment. I of all people I should know this, and it was a great failure of mine to not see this... almost like that time when we had the rage cab driver that got to know me and sometimes he would have to pull over by the side of the road so he could turn around and point his finger at me to exclaim his rage... I was a mailman at the time and i had a route that was dubbed a "cab" route, which meant that i went out to the route in a cab because it was far away from the station and the bus service would have taken more time than just paying for a cab... anyhoo i had a buddy that was on a route nearby that was a bus route but since it was on my way i would take him in the cab and drop him off... he was a good guy and he was eager to learn the ways of a rage cabbie... originally he was taken aback that our cab ride had taken so long because the cab driver went bananas over an issue (happened to be the George W. Bush war that was started under obvious false pretences)... anyhoo the driver knew me and was comfortable with our conversations. To make a long story mid lenght my friend was originally a bit nervous but learned to enjoy the rage lectures and after a few we got in the cab and he said "so anything making you mad".. this was a rookie mistake because it put the cab driver in an odd position and there was no rage that day and i scolded my friend for his silly approach.
and then years later i made the same mistake... i walked into a barber who i didn't know me but knew how to deal with people thinking i was going to call the shots.
When i walked in there he had a friend there and the barber was cutting somebodies hair so the friend and i started talking cameras and i let it slip that i was there for a "social experience" and the room changed like a wind coming from the other direction... it was probably then that the hunter became the hunted but the hunter failed to realize that because the hunter was suffering from confidence induced delusions and that is never good for a sportsman... as you can well imagine.
And then when i got in the chair the barber asked me what i wanted and i said i didn't care just go at it... he wanted no part of that and said he doesn't "style" but does what people want, and then i went further in my folly and said i didn't care what my head looked like and i wouldn't be angry with any cut... and then i mentioned that i usually cut my own hair to which he replied that he could see that by the fact that it was all completely uneven (this brought laughter in the shop)... and then i tried to explain that this cut was actually incomplete... to which he agreed before I could explain that while i was performing that particular cut an emergency happened and i had to stall the cut process and forgot to get back to it which in fact put me in an odd position of looking like some deranged lunatic.
I had these nice overgrown sideburns that i was going to refuse to let the barber cut thinking that he would be frazzled by focusing on the items that i had expected we would talk about but instead i took a savage beating and i spent the entire haircut on defense and then when it came time for the sideburns he just plainly said that it would look stupid to go around with the elongated sideburns... i tried to resist but his friend mentioned that i was indeed in for a social experience and then the clippity clip happened... i had already stated that i didn't care, i was indifferent and just along for the ride... essentially meaning that the barber was the driver and i was the passenger. It was like walking into a room with a bag of marbles and the bag spits and your marbles scatter.
By the time i was done i looked like a fat middle aged salesman with cheap sideburns and a comb over to protect a balding hairline... i limped out of there and went home with my hair out of my eyes which was good.
I think I'll go back but I'll be prepared next time.
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