(Kelly Clarkson, Cry)
I don't know if it really ever started. A phase of teen angst wherein one clutches at loose threads frantically.. a sense of belonging? In trying to move on myself, I've lost track of the past. It hasn't been the greatest ride, nor the worst. A roller coaster; I'm about to throw up.
I might be back. But in the meantime, I'll be cheering, no matter how hard I try to forget, to be impartial.
I'll always believe.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I seem to have been living under a rock for the past weeks..
Will someone please tell me: what the fuck is going on? Is this victory ringing in my ears?
I have a feeling my days here are (temporarily) over. And they shall be for a while. Godspeed.
I have a feeling my days here are (temporarily) over. And they shall be for a while. Godspeed.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Shut Up and Let Me Go
I hate The Ting Tings. Whatever secret message is embedded, I'll continue to sit composed. As of late.. I don't know.
PS: Mr. Melnyk's words were not wrong, nor should he be shipped to some mental institute. I think I would've worded a little differently, they were optimistic, but over pressured. Almost sounding fake and rehearsed.
PS: Mr. Melnyk's words were not wrong, nor should he be shipped to some mental institute. I think I would've worded a little differently, they were optimistic, but over pressured. Almost sounding fake and rehearsed.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Small Miracles and Chipped Varnish
One point. That's what we got. One measly point. And yet I shall prize this point, in the scheme of everything, as it marks a subtle turning point.
The game was a roller coaster: one down; even; one down; two down; one down; even; one down; even. But the Senators rallied to come back every time. Only to be disappointed by a flying Halak in the shootout. I believe they deserved better. I could call the game even, but they dominated the 4 minutes following a lengthy penalty kill- lengthy due to sudden death situations- in overtime.
Elliot stood his ground for the most part, no blame can truly be placed on him; the defence didn't exactly bail him out that greatly tonight. (I miss Anton).
Picard was outstanding offensively, and did not concede any noticeable errors defensively. He's progressed exceedingly since the beginning of the year.
Lee was another noticeable prescence. He used his body very effectively, without needing to hit. I wouldn't mind him being more physically brutal, but he's smart. He took a few instinctive penalties, desperation, and caught in the moment. Nothing more to it. I'd do the same. Experience, right?
Fisher was good. This match reminded me why I found him so valuable: he's versatile in his own way. He can play point, and have an effective slapshot, all the while being a wall before the opposing netminder.
More later.
The game was a roller coaster: one down; even; one down; two down; one down; even; one down; even. But the Senators rallied to come back every time. Only to be disappointed by a flying Halak in the shootout. I believe they deserved better. I could call the game even, but they dominated the 4 minutes following a lengthy penalty kill- lengthy due to sudden death situations- in overtime.
Elliot stood his ground for the most part, no blame can truly be placed on him; the defence didn't exactly bail him out that greatly tonight. (I miss Anton).
Picard was outstanding offensively, and did not concede any noticeable errors defensively. He's progressed exceedingly since the beginning of the year.
Lee was another noticeable prescence. He used his body very effectively, without needing to hit. I wouldn't mind him being more physically brutal, but he's smart. He took a few instinctive penalties, desperation, and caught in the moment. Nothing more to it. I'd do the same. Experience, right?
Fisher was good. This match reminded me why I found him so valuable: he's versatile in his own way. He can play point, and have an effective slapshot, all the while being a wall before the opposing netminder.
More later.
Friday, January 9, 2009
What's the name of the story again?
(You know, the one where the chicken's telling people that the sky is falling and all the other animal's believe her?)
As per January 9th, 2008, the Senators have half the points of the league leaders, their own division rival, the Boston Bruins. Between vacation and first-week schoolwork (I know, I know, I am going to be so fucked in high school if I'm fucked now), I don't know shit about what's going on. The Buffalo game was a 4-2 drop. The Boston game last night was a 6-4 drop.
At this point in the season, 39 games in, assuming 100 points is needed for a playoff spot, the Sens shall need to accumulate 68 points in their next 43 games. This is also known as 34 wins. Still possible, and hey, at least we're not the Isles!
I hope the guys realize this, forming a balance between the pressure of winning nearly 4/5 of their upcoming games, and taking it one at a time. They're keeping their heads up, that's for sure. They'll have to.
May be added to.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sitting Back and Listening To The Crowd..
"Let's go Canada!! *boom* *smash* *smash* *smash* *boom* *boom*"
The above is what I love in a crowd sports cheer. The disarray of rhythm. Gets me every time. But yeah.. yay, Canada won.
PS: I bet you've noticed I'm not very estatic. Truth is, I'm pretty fucking dead, tired, and pissed. For reasons I won't say. Life gets you in the end sometimes. But really, that moment, I was. Estatic, I mean.
The above is what I love in a crowd sports cheer. The disarray of rhythm. Gets me every time. But yeah.. yay, Canada won.
PS: I bet you've noticed I'm not very estatic. Truth is, I'm pretty fucking dead, tired, and pissed. For reasons I won't say. Life gets you in the end sometimes. But really, that moment, I was. Estatic, I mean.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Letters to Ottawa: January 5th
Dear Senators,
I hope that one of the opposing teams in the upcoming week will play worse against you guys. Not to set them down or for the points- for the win. You see, y'all need to loosen up with a team party, and you'll feel guilty having a party unless it's after a win. This isn't about standings anymore, it's about being the sloppy kid in high school who continuously screws up and is bullied and harassed by other kids and teachers alike.
And what would you tell that kid to do? Okay, forget the "tell an adult" stuff, that doesn't always work, but stand strong. Don't let them bother you. That's what they want, a reaction, a show of vulnerability. Don't give it to them. Well guys, it's time to do that.
Sure, you've had nearly no luck lately, can't seem to get going or keep a lead, but hold your head up high. I miss the cocky you. The cocky, risky, poker players. You've developed your poker face, but let's bring back the gamble. I see it in even strength, the power play, the penalty kill. All three aspects of the game. You've faded to a passive style. One where, sure, there's less risk, but you don't get much out of either. If you don't give it a shot, you'll never know. So get right on the opposing guys, don't collapse to the net, move a little, dive a desperate attempt.
Think positive. A uniform roster of distraught faces does not do the players on ice any good, nor Gerber and Auld, and only drives the opposition. Keep it hopeful and knowing.
Bring back the victory.
I hope that one of the opposing teams in the upcoming week will play worse against you guys. Not to set them down or for the points- for the win. You see, y'all need to loosen up with a team party, and you'll feel guilty having a party unless it's after a win. This isn't about standings anymore, it's about being the sloppy kid in high school who continuously screws up and is bullied and harassed by other kids and teachers alike.
And what would you tell that kid to do? Okay, forget the "tell an adult" stuff, that doesn't always work, but stand strong. Don't let them bother you. That's what they want, a reaction, a show of vulnerability. Don't give it to them. Well guys, it's time to do that.
Sure, you've had nearly no luck lately, can't seem to get going or keep a lead, but hold your head up high. I miss the cocky you. The cocky, risky, poker players. You've developed your poker face, but let's bring back the gamble. I see it in even strength, the power play, the penalty kill. All three aspects of the game. You've faded to a passive style. One where, sure, there's less risk, but you don't get much out of either. If you don't give it a shot, you'll never know. So get right on the opposing guys, don't collapse to the net, move a little, dive a desperate attempt.
Think positive. A uniform roster of distraught faces does not do the players on ice any good, nor Gerber and Auld, and only drives the opposition. Keep it hopeful and knowing.
Bring back the victory.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Bee stung. Butterscotch. Bittersweet.
It's all good. It's all fucking good, man.
I'm not exactly sure anything can be said here, but positives and prep talks:
Mike. Mikey Fish. Keep working at it. The puck luck will come. Don't let a lost moment throw you off. Keep throwing it all out. It'll come.
Jaaaay. So you missed a couple wide open nets? Lost a couple chances? Okay, quite a few. I'm not going to lie. Watch Arthur a couple times. Get the theme song stuck in your head.. you're set.
Alex Picard. Doing good. Again, don't let nothing trip you up.
A. Volchenkov. Missed you. Hope your okay. Please be okay. Yeah, you'll be okay.. iron man.
Philli. Philli, Philli. You almost completed one of your rare rushes. One can sense it.
Donovan. Can I do anything to wipe that distraught look off your face? It's spreading to the rest of the bench. Sensitive, but not necessary in a win-lose situation.
DeanoMac. Just stick in there. Patience.
Chris N. I don't know. As much as it wasn't the greatest time, I like the fight from you. Maybe Harts should get you into TaiChi or something.. "learn to channel your fight, conversion of energy.. yada yada."
Chroine Kellette. Go right at them, guys. Right up in their faces. Like y'all are bullies about to face off. That I'd love to see.
Christoph Schoob. Yeah, we still love ya. It's just a matter of, well. You just go out there and show them, right?
PP. Move a little. Do the hokey-pokey. Chicken dance through the crease. Getting there.
PK. Make like you're construction vehicles. Bulldozer. Forklift. Crushing ball. Crane. Right out, right in their faces. No breathing room. Personal bubbles. Something like that, you know.
Everyone. It's a game, right? Just.. a.. game. (Okay, yeah, that was there to agitate. I bet it didn't work. Ah well.. Ruutu?)
PS: Have I lost it? Yeah, I've lost it. I think I lost it a while ago. It just shows in these.. yeah.
PPS: Believing works sometimes. Set for gold in the IIHF World Juniors, we apparently are. Very, very nice. Almost Hollywood quality. Thing is, I'm a little occupied worrying about believing in my own team.
I'm not exactly sure anything can be said here, but positives and prep talks:
Mike. Mikey Fish. Keep working at it. The puck luck will come. Don't let a lost moment throw you off. Keep throwing it all out. It'll come.
Jaaaay. So you missed a couple wide open nets? Lost a couple chances? Okay, quite a few. I'm not going to lie. Watch Arthur a couple times. Get the theme song stuck in your head.. you're set.
Alex Picard. Doing good. Again, don't let nothing trip you up.
A. Volchenkov. Missed you. Hope your okay. Please be okay. Yeah, you'll be okay.. iron man.
Philli. Philli, Philli. You almost completed one of your rare rushes. One can sense it.
Donovan. Can I do anything to wipe that distraught look off your face? It's spreading to the rest of the bench. Sensitive, but not necessary in a win-lose situation.
DeanoMac. Just stick in there. Patience.
Chris N. I don't know. As much as it wasn't the greatest time, I like the fight from you. Maybe Harts should get you into TaiChi or something.. "learn to channel your fight, conversion of energy.. yada yada."
Chroine Kellette. Go right at them, guys. Right up in their faces. Like y'all are bullies about to face off. That I'd love to see.
Christoph Schoob. Yeah, we still love ya. It's just a matter of, well. You just go out there and show them, right?
PP. Move a little. Do the hokey-pokey. Chicken dance through the crease. Getting there.
PK. Make like you're construction vehicles. Bulldozer. Forklift. Crushing ball. Crane. Right out, right in their faces. No breathing room. Personal bubbles. Something like that, you know.
Everyone. It's a game, right? Just.. a.. game. (Okay, yeah, that was there to agitate. I bet it didn't work. Ah well.. Ruutu?)
PS: Have I lost it? Yeah, I've lost it. I think I lost it a while ago. It just shows in these.. yeah.
PPS: Believing works sometimes. Set for gold in the IIHF World Juniors, we apparently are. Very, very nice. Almost Hollywood quality. Thing is, I'm a little occupied worrying about believing in my own team.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Notice
I will not be back until New Year's. I will keep believing. I will not forget. And I will be sure to take an abundance of photos and notes. Happy Holidays.
PS: When this post is published (it was scheduled), my flight will be taking off. Missing out on a white Christmas, I am.
PS: When this post is published (it was scheduled), my flight will be taking off. Missing out on a white Christmas, I am.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
What, there's a PANIC button in the corner now?
This will likely be my last post of 2008. Unless I can squeeze one in on New Year's eve.
The game last night? Hmm. Interesting. And I'm not talking about the good type of interesting. Where is the motivation? Did they lose all of that, too? Along with the puck moving defensemen?
Bring the younger players up? Please do, but Brian Lee was completely unnoticeable last night. I think the guy that stood out the most was actually Jason Smith. Or is someone else wearing 21 now?
Don't fire the coach. Don't fire the manager. Don't trade anyone.
Just throw them through the world's longest car wash and hope that they'll have something in them when they come out.
Part II - I Miss The Other Guys
Sean Avery, Ray Emery, Chris Simon.. gone for a reason. And as much as I loathed Simon last year, it was because he was an ass. But I love these asses. And there aren't enough left in the game. Hockey is a sport, and sports are entertainment. And the asses were definitely entertainment. I'm getting tired of this generic shit.
Peace.
The game last night? Hmm. Interesting. And I'm not talking about the good type of interesting. Where is the motivation? Did they lose all of that, too? Along with the puck moving defensemen?
Bring the younger players up? Please do, but Brian Lee was completely unnoticeable last night. I think the guy that stood out the most was actually Jason Smith. Or is someone else wearing 21 now?
Don't fire the coach. Don't fire the manager. Don't trade anyone.
Just throw them through the world's longest car wash and hope that they'll have something in them when they come out.
Part II - I Miss The Other Guys
Sean Avery, Ray Emery, Chris Simon.. gone for a reason. And as much as I loathed Simon last year, it was because he was an ass. But I love these asses. And there aren't enough left in the game. Hockey is a sport, and sports are entertainment. And the asses were definitely entertainment. I'm getting tired of this generic shit.
Peace.
