Archive for March, 2007

30
Mar

Fluke this, Drekhead.

Damien Cox: ZOMGFLUKE?

Gee, what a surprise–Toronto mediot Damien Cox is calling last year’s Cup finalists both flukes because of their travails this season. Oh, he tries not to say it, but please–that’s about as transparent as a piece of Scotch invis-o-tape on a windowpane.

I tell you what, if it’s not some smacktard sore loser with no imagination and a small e-penis trying (and failing) to drop garbage in my commentbox on his employer’s time and nickel, it’s a Leafs columnist who still holds a grudge over the 2002 ECF and the Leafs getting the bulk of their Cup wins knocked off the Cup by the Hurricanes.

Memo to Damien Cox: You CAN get those photos of the last Leafs Cup team colorized by hand, yanno. All you need is a little talent (which you apparently don’t have) and some photo-quality oil paints.

I tell you what, kids–nothing pisses me off more than some clueless know-nothing calling a team’s accomplishment a “fluke” for no real reason other than sheer assy bitterness…except for excuse-making by sore losers with a martyr complex. Memo to “The Troll”: Your comments get trashed without me even seeing them–the only indication I have that you’re trying to post anything is your IP address showing up on my statcounter. You’re the only Sabres fan person that I have on the comment-blacklist.

My favorite bit is this one:

Still, having both the Oilers and Hurricanes miss the playoffs would, to some degree, put a giant asterisk beside last season’s Cup finals. Nobody suggested either team was a powerhouse or a squad rivaling the Canadiens of the late 1970s or the Islanders of the early 1980s. But nobody screamed “FLUKE!” either. Still, right about now, that’s kind of how it looks.

Lemme clue you in to a universal truth, Damien: no team that makes it to a title game/series is a “fluke”–not a one, not ever. The teams that make it deserves to be there, and the team that wins deserves to win. Period. Were the Devils (may they fester in Nastrand) called a fluke in 1996, 2002, and 2004? Were the Red Wings called a fluke in 1996*, 1999, and 2003? Were the Habs called a fluke in 1994 or the Rangers called a fluke in 1995? No–certainly not by anyone with a clue (which, I guess, leaves Mr. Cox out of the equation). Why? Pry cos they’re not in the Southeast Division or a shadow of their once-dynastic selves–but then, that’s just my perspective.

The only flukes are the ones that infest your liver and your lungs–and if you have those, then you might want to see medical attention. As for me, I’m going to go back to cheering for my team and not giving a damn what any of you mooks have to say about them.

Go Canes, and to Nastrand with the rest of you.

*: For the history-impaired, 1996 is the season after the Red Wings got pwnt in the Finals by the Devils.

29
Mar

In other news….

What little life I had before is now gone, thanks to two things:

Hericane with BFG

Reputation farming to get a new pea-shooter so I could farm more rep to get a different pea-shooter (and farming the materiel to make the Felstalker set that the above character is wearing at the moment).

AND….

C&C3 ftw!

Which is currently downloading from EALink (since I don’t have a DVD drive), and which I’ll be installing and firing up tonight.

KANE LIVES! 

Buzzing the Violet Tower

“Tower this is Ghostrider, request permission for a flyby.”

Yes, it’s official: I am White and Nerdy.

29
Mar

Life comes at you fast.

Let’s recap:

‘Canes got pwnt by the Mo-ple Leafs, and then got pwnt by the LAST PLACE Flyers. They’re now in a position where they have to go 4-1 in their last five games to make the playoffs (which I’m sure has a martyr-complexed mentally defective X-ray technician in a certain northern state salivating), and a handful of noobs are screaming for Lavi to be fired because “he isn’t any good”–but you know what?

I don’t care.

You heard me:

I.

Don’t.

Care.

This team has their future in their own hands–they always have. Hakuna Matata, folks. That’s been my mantra all season, and it’ll still be my mantra. So what if they got pwnt? I don’t control the Hurricanes’ destiny, they do. Sure, I’m not happy about those losses. But so what? I’m not the one out there on the ice. I’m not the one getting frustrated at missing chances and looking like I’m skating through mud and giving the impression that I’m resting on my laurels. The ‘Canes are the ones who have to live with the shame of getting taken out to the woodshed by their former coach and the worst team in the League, not me.

If the ‘Canes deserve to make the playoffs, they’ll make the playoffs. If not, then they’ll have time to rest up for next season. No excuses. No giving a tinker’s damn what fans of other teams think. And certainly no regrets, because what needs to happen will happen regardless of what all of us armchair coaches think.

Go Canes.

27
Mar

Worm resurfaces, gets nabbed by early bird

Per Bristol:

David Frost busted on fraud charges for using Mike Jefferdanton’s credit card.

Gee, what a shock. David Frost, acting like a dirtbag. Yeah, I know I’m really surprised at that one.

It’s crap like this that makes me wish I had a .50-calibre rifle, a good scope, and clear LOS.  Seriously.

18
Mar

Ow My Head

Another weekend in the NHL, and another couple hits to the head.

Let’s go to the videotape.

People’s Exhibit A: Feeling invulnerable after getting what amounts to no suspension for his elbow on Tomas Kaberle, Cam Janssen decides to launch an elbow at Chad LaRose’s head in retaliation for little Rosie hanging two goals on whiny bitch Marty Brodeur and helping chase Brodeur from the net in yesterday’s 7-1 Romp in the Swamp.

People’s Exhibit B: Jordin Tootoo lays out Mike Modano fair and square (and gets slashed for it–with, of course, no call–by Modano), then does the foolish thing and turns to sucker-punch Stephane Robidas and lay him flat out on the ice at the Litter Box. I understand defending oneself, I really do–but there’s a very fine line between self defense and a sucker-punch, and Toots crossed that line.

Be that as it may:

This shit has got to stop. I don’t give a tinker’s damn what some knuckledragger thinks about crap like this. Nobody–and I mean nobody–deserves that. This isn’t part of “The Code”. This isn’t part of “hard-hitting hockey”. This is complete and utter bulldada, it’s a danger to the health of the players, it’s a complete and utter lack of respect, it’s been allowed to go on for far too long, and Clownshoe Colin Campbell needs to do one of two things:

1) Step up to the plate and start levying some meaningful suspensions and fines on a consistent basis any time a hit gets delivered to a player’s head–whether that player is a first-liner or an ECHL callup.

2) Step aside and let somebody come in who has the bollocks to step up and do 1).

That’s the way it’s gotta be.

15
Mar

I hate my job sometimes.

Mostly because it makes it nigh-impossible to do anything with this blog (or any other blog that I participate in–apologies to meine HLOG Genossinnen).

BUT MOVING RIGHT ALONG:

In the wake of the injury to Cam Ward in last weekend’s loss to the Rangers (that first goal?  NOT MY FAULT), the ‘Canes called up Craig “Killer” Kowalski from Florida of the ECHL to serve as Crackers’ backup–and as an added bonus, Killer got to participate in the team photo shoot.

Awwww!

More coverage from mi compadre de CasonBlog.

One thing I did get to do, however, was listen to Tuesday night’s game v. the Florida Panthers–at least, until I dozed off (only to wake up after the game was over with my head down on the desk). Yes, work has been that much of a soul-drain (especially since I got promoted). What I heard sounded good, and the post-game interview between the Warchief and Fearless Chia Pet Leader was greatly amusing (glove-tap to the proprietrix of Eye Candy for the vidcap).

Tonight, I’ll be at work from 5-midnight while the ‘Canes take on the Dirty Damn Devils at the RBC Center. Lots open at 4:30, puck drops at 7:30. Go Canes.

09
Mar

Well isn’t that lovely?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esETGHljQi4

I got home from work about half an hour ago, and was greeted by the above link.

What I saw made me pretty ill–and this is nothing new for Chris Simon, either. He pulled the same kind of shit on little Sami Kapanen a few years back (when Sami still wore the Sightless Eye), but of course nobody cared because 1) Sami was just a dirty Hurricane at the time and 2) it was preseason.

Pattern of behaviour, hello?

If Simon gets any kind of suspension that lasts more than three games, I’ll be surprised.

The Instigator Rule in action, kids.

08
Mar

The End Is Nigh.

The end of Ted Saskin? I sure as Hel hope so!

There’s some kind of amusing irony in all of this–the lawsuits and posturing, the recriminations and anger….and what may well wind up bringing down Ted Saskin is something like this.

Really, Ted–reading your constituents’ e-mail? How bush-league can you get?

Of course, the question now is: who do they get to replace him?

Personally, I’d much rather not have anyone in charge that was connected with agents’ tool Bully Bob Godenow–get rid of Saskin, Kim, anyone else that was in any kind of power position during the reign of David Frost’s good buddy Bob, and just start over.

And that, of course, is just my opinion.

06
Mar

Whatever happens with the Canes this season….

I’m OK with it.

No really, I am.

Will I be upset on nights when they don’t show up?  Of course. Will I be irritated when the guys mail it in (as they’ve done far too many times for my liking this season)?  Sure–but overall?  They’ll have four more years before I go from being all zen and stuff to becoming enraged and starting to refer to the Hurricanes’ front office as Lindisfarne.

And who knows?  Maybe by then I’ll actually be able to watch on TV or go to the RBC more than four or five times a season.

Just sayin’.

05
Mar

Ten years ago today….

The Hartford Whalers sent Glen Featherstone and Hnat Domenichelli to Calgary for Steve Chiasson.

A little over a month later, it was announced that the Whalers were moving to North Carolina.

Steve Chiasson the day the move from Hartford to Carolina was announced

This picture is one of the iconic images of that very turbulent time in the team’s history.

I’m not going to say that it was all sunshine and happiness down here, those first two seasons in Greensboro. But Steve was loved by the fans here as well as in Hartford.  Many who were there (including me) will tell you of Steve’s last goal, scored in Game 5 of the 1999 Eastern Conference Quarterfinals. We can also tell you where we were when we heard about Steve’s tragic appointment with Fate on 2 May, 1999. We’ve moved on, but we still remember the guy in the #3 jersey.

Keep your stick on the ice Steve, wherever you are.

05
Mar

Q: When is an elbow not an elbow?

A: When you lead with the shoulder.

We’ve all seen the video and read the reports (and a few message board posts, and a few other blog posts), so we know what happened. On a night when Hall of Fame cheapshot artist Scott Stevens was in the Swamp, Devils thug Cam Janssen decided to line up Maple Leafs defenseman Tomas Kaberle behind the play and level him with a Stevens-style “lead with the shoulder, leave your feet, and follow through with the elbow” hit.

Let’s go to the videotape.

As you can see, Kaberle did not have the puck–it having left his stick a full second before (as opposed to the Neil hit on Briere–which, though iffy, was close enough to the play to be considered a late-stage part of the play*). Janssen left his feet when delivering his check, and you see the elbow come up for the follow-through. Gee, I wonder: where have we seen stuff like this before? At least the dirty little shitbag didn’t stand over the guy gloating.

What galls me is this:

1) No penalty, even though there were officials looking RIGHT THE HELL AT THE HIT. Let’s hear it for referee incompetence! *I* could make a better referee than 90% of the current crop in the NHL….and I can’t even skate!

I quote from Rule 47: Charging (a penalty that never seems to get called, even when it needs to be–like the other night):

Charging shall mean the actions of a player who, as a result of distance traveled, shall violently check an opponent in any manner. A “Charge” may be the result of a check into the boards, into the goal frame or in open ice.

  1. A minor or major penalty shall be imposed on a player who skates or jumps into, or charges an opponent in any manner.
  2. When a major penalty is imposed under this Rule for a foul resulting in an injury to the face or head of an opponent, a game misconduct shall be imposed, and an automatic fine of one hundred dollars ($100).

Yeah, hello? Some gutless puke lines up a guy behind the play to take him out with a 100-point shoulder-and-elbow combo, and leaves his feet while doing it (for the Devils fans reading-impaired: That’s called “jumping into somebody”)…and there’s no penalty? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. Do these guys even read their own damn rulebook?

No wonder the NHL is seen as clownshoes by non-fans–the officials are a bunch of Keystone Kops who are too busy tripping over their skatelaces and showing off their leet non-reffing skillz for the fans that they can’t be bothered to actually enforce the blasted rules.

2) A measly 3-game suspension. Is the “3″ button the only button that Clownshoe Colin knows how to push? Not that I’m still irate over Erik Cole’s broken neck or anything, but hello? WTF was that, Colin? A chicken-bone for the dog? What would it have been if Kaberle’s neck had been broken–five games? Four and a required viewing of a video about workplace injuries?

It’s garbage like this that leaves the NHL relegated to being the fifth of the Big Four Sports–and I don’t see it getting any better while fuckheads like Clownshoe Colin and Gary the Magical Talking Ass are in charge.

(BTW Leafs fans, don’t be surprised at your team’s non-response to this. It’s one of the hallmarks of a Mo-coached team.)




Categories