I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
My brilliant plan was to come home, flake out for about half an hour, then order pizza and watch the game. What did I end up doing? Coming home, flaking out for half an hour, getting up at midnight, missing a 3 nothing win, and not ordering pizza. Gotta love it when things work out. Well, on the bright side, it *is* getting a little easier to actually go to work for the shift I'm on now after spending the last… oh… damn near a year on overnights. Apparently I missed a good one, too–the scoring didn't start until the end of the second period, and it was all toronto. Figures. Note to self: tonight, watch the damn game. Which they'll probably lose, because I intend to watch it if it kills me. Although I may pass out in the process. Oh well!
Stuck by James at 4:37 AM
I promised I'd blog more about my hockey team, then promptly fell off the wagon for all of 2 games. I should really make up for that–for the record, they were games in which we both got crushed and did the crushing, so at least I'm missing games on both sides of the equasion. O'course, I'd of probably remembered to write about the thing if I were at home for 'em. Sometimes, I wonder why I ended up working nights. But then, that only lasts long enough for me to catch the morning bus home, at which point I clue in–oh yeah, getting off at 12:30 when the last bus shows up at 12 pisses me off. A moron sometimes, I am. It's what gives me the right to call other people morons. Which anyone who knows me will know I do frequently–and usually with good reason. Just… not necessarily a good reason which I'll admit to. Unless asked. Then all bets are off. Speaking of off… I should be off sleeping. Or something. Other than rambling senselessly. But I'm *good* at rambling senselessly. I have to work tonight–dammit to hell. Sleep wins. At least 'til 2. This random collection of what in creation's inside my head brought to you by way too many calls taken in one night. If I got paid by the call, I could retire in 6 months.
Stuck by James at 11:31 AM
The first ever Leafs game I remember watching, oddly enough I think I was maybe 5 or 6, was being called by the much respected duo of Harry Neale and Bob Cole. I think it might have been a playoff game, too–can't say for sure, but… hey, it was about that time. Now, nearly 20 years later, the Star's got an article published saying he's leaving us for the Buffaslugs. Well, on the bright side, if he had to go anywhere, at least it's not Ottawa. Hockey Night in Canada won't quite be the same, but thanks just the same for 21 years of awesome broadcasting!
Stuck by James at 8:04 PM
They shouldn't have lost, but that aside, it was still better than sitting in the kitchen while the women (there were, after all, mostly women there) all talked about things I really didn't want to hear about. We're going to ignore the 2 empty net goals at the end of the game and kinda pretend like they didn't exist. And then we're all going to line up and take turns slapping mister Caberle upside the head for being a fool and not clearing the freakin' puck, leaving Raycroft to try it and well, apparently he's not very good at clearing it either because it ended up in the bloody net. The good news, though, the game could have gone either way. The bad news was it didn't go the way it was supposed to. Ah well, there's always Friday, when they gang up on Washington. And now, maybe someone can tell me why they felt the need to extend our beloved GM's contract? At least, this early in the season… could they not wait until we've managed to get into the playoffs? Bleh…
Stuck by James at 11:43 PM
Sure, the first period didn't reflect the fact the Leafs pretty much walked all over Philadelphia, and sure, the second period didn't reflect the fact the Leafs were extremely lucky Raycroft was playing like he deserved to be named one of last week's stars, but the third period was very much worth suffering through the other two. If only because it showed exactly why the Flyers are in the NHL's basement. Of course, if Toronto hadn't one that one as convincingly as they did, I did say I'd be pulling out the dictionary of 4-letter words. Thankfully it's not required, this time. Besides, we need someone to hold up the rest of the conference, now that Atlanta thinks it's ready to lead its division. Ah well. We proved Buffalo was actually not unbeatable. So Atlanta may yet prove collapseable. But, either way, I'll take the 2 points. Even if it should have been a lot easier than it had to be, as so cleverly pointed out by the king puppet himself. But, that's hockey in Toronto. And I love it.
Stuck by James at 5:53 PM
Okay, so um… even on an off night, Buffalo's supposed to be good. So why is it that a team that hasn't been all that hot lately was able to take them apart? I mean, not that I'm complaining, but… wow. Me thinks someone's sails are about to lose their good wind. Of course, it helps that there are now 3 points seperating Toronto from the top of the division, and naturally the top of the conference. Hm, that would be nice. Though, for some reason, not *quite* as nice as seeing Ottawa kind of… um… well, so far out of the playoffs it's not even funny. And Buffalo has another game tomorrow, so the chances of them winning that one too are slipping away… thank God. I'd hate to see a 4 1 win go to waste. Oh, wait, what am I saying… we have an easy game on Monday. I hope it's easy, anyway. Or… something. So much for a coherent entry.
Stuck by James at 10:04 PM
Somehow, that doesn't quite seem all that… uh, well, fair. But, as my brother shockingly put it best, we choked. Again. And a 4 2 lead ended up being 4 4 going into a shootout. Guh. We can't keep doing that and expecting to win… thank the gods we got away with it this time. And even better still, Toronto's season opening record is still safe, if shared. Chew on that notion for a while, Erin!
Stuck by James at 11:42 AM
That makes two games in a row I couldn't watch all the way through. And I didn't even watch the last one from the beginning, either… I did, however, watch enough of it to see both Toronto goals in a less than thrilling losing effort. I'm trying to find something positive, but really, other than Raycroft playing slightly better, well, there ain't much. And, um, any improvement in the goaltending department was cancelled out by the crappyness that was the defensive play. But, on the up side, for a second game in a row there were no Senator-induced injuries. I guess someone finally told mister Dany it's not nice to try to break people's legs. Add to this, the punch in the gut that was goddamn Buffalo tying Toronto's season start record. All I can say… is… son of a bitch.
Stuck by James at 1:33 PM
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