Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Random Tuesday: It's Like 1992 ALL OVER AGAIN (Except That I have More Money)...
So I got to thinkin' that, since yesterday was a back-to-work Monday, today HAS to be "Tuesday" and, seeing as I didn't post anything at all on "Monday," what better way is there to "get back into the swing of things" than to post something completely random today, on this "Tuesday" that we've got goin' here. Are you ready for some letters to become words and them words to become (gasp) sentences? ARE YOU!? Good, let's get this show on the road, so to speak...
How 'Bout Them
Holy Crapoli, what in the Hell has gotten into the Anaheim Mighty Ducks? I mean, they had to go the full 7 games with Cal-Gary and now, suddenly, they seem content to treat the (mighty) Avs like redheaded stepchildren, beating them mercilessly in the first two games of the series winning 5-0 and 3-0 respectively. So far, Ilya Bryzgalov has not allowed a goal in 3 straight games (dating back, of course, to the game 7 shutout of Les Flammes), a development which has churches in and around the Los Angeles metropolitan area changing their marquees collectively to "Ilya Saves." My theory on this is that, once the Avalanche "break the seal," so to speak, and score that first goal, Ol' Ilya should just crumble into a pile of mush, giving up goal after goal until he's yanked and the Avalanche will win four straight and take the series...
Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?
The next game in this series (affectionately known as "Avalanche goal watch 2006") is tonight at the Pepsi Center in Denver. Here's to Colorado putting at least one in the net...
If you love something, lose it. If it comes back to you, the person who found it was honest. If not, they were just dirty, dirty thieving bastards...
Before I start with this section, I have to say that, beyond my wedding band, I never wear jewelry...I'm just not the jewelry type...THIS is the only exeception to that rule...So way back when I was working at the Gazette, we'll say 1998, I misplaced my high school class ring. Once I realized that it was missing, I searched everywhere that I could think of but, alas, it turned out to be gone for good. Granted, my class ring wasn't anything terribly flashy, but it meant a lot to me. I had always planned to replace it someday and, with a little prodding from the wife (and some birthday money), I finally got around to designing and ordering a new one about a month ago. Here last week, my new (and improved) class of 1992 ring arrived and it looks a whole lot like this:
click to see it bigger
Neat, huh? Yeah...You may be asking yourself what exactly a 32 year old man needs with a high school class ring. The answer to that snotty question is simple, really: the tech school where I got my degree doesn't even exist anymore, I didn't go to an actual college and, c'mon, admit it: that's a pretty happenin' ring! It's taking a bit of getting used to, wearing that big chunky thing on my right hand so it spends almost as much time in it's case as it does on my finger, but I'm still pretty darn happy to have it, even if it isn't my original one...I just have to remember not to lose it...
...And Don't Forget to Wear Your Brace...
As a lot of you are aware, I've been away from actually playing hockey on an actual team since September of last year (when, of course, I turned my left MCL into a useless, shredded mess). Since I'm all healed up, though, all that is about to change as the next season of Sharks Hockey is set to begin THIS COMING Thursday at the World Arena Ice Hall. For now, I'm likely going to be splitting up my time skating out and playing in goal (the goalie that took my place last season is still with the team, so we get to share) which is really for the best as it should take a little time for me to get back into the swing of playing a full game. Regardless, wish me luck and think happy thoughts for my knees...
Well, kids, thanks for stopping by...I'm hoping desperately to have a new audio entry for your collective enjoyment tomorrow but, like always, if it turns out that I'm nothing but a dirty, dirty liar, I'll take comfort in the fact that you're all used to that by now...Regardless, you all have a fine Tuesday...
Labels: hockey stuff, indignities, lame stories, religion, sports, tales of triumph