Archive for October, 2007

31
Oct

Trick or Treat, bitchez!

To: Steve Gorten, South Florida Sun-Sentinel

From: The Acid Queen, Hurricanes blogger

Subj: Your Game-day Whine

Mr. Gorten,

I realize that you want to get fans’ minds off the fact that their team wilts like one of Gordon Ramsay’s commis chefs when they’re under pressure1. I realize that you want to divert attention from the fact that your team’s captain looks like a naked mole rat. I realize that you just want to get the fans fired up for tonight’s game against the Hurricanes and conveniently ignore the SIX THIRD-PERIOD GOALS that were scored by the Hurricanes to tie it up in that last game. I realize that. It’s okay.

But really–calling us divers because you lost to us the night before Crunk-ass Eddie got pwnt by the Miami-Dade PD…because Eric Staal lost an edge and fell on his ass and the ref made an erroneous hooking call? You gotta be kidding me!

And the rest of you lot down there aren’t much better. Fans on a Panthers board are planning to show up at the Cat Box tonight wearing goggles and swim caps and standing on the ‘Canes end of the ice to try to “make them realize that they’re a bunch of divers”. Wow, and here I thought Sabres fans were some bigtime sore losers. I guess y’all just can’t hang with getting pwned by us on a regular basis–can’t beat us with Luongo, can’t beat us with Belfour…maybe Tomas Vokoun will get pantsed by Frankie Kaberle on an OT penalty shot and toss his stick up into the netting again. That should be fun, especially when you and your fellow South Florida mediots (not to mention the Panthers) find something new to whine and cry about should the Hurricanes lay the smack down tonight.

In closing, I’d like to offer you one crying towel from last year’s ECF. It’s only slightly used and has some ready-made excuses printed on it so that when the ‘Canes beat down the Panthers another seven times this season, you’ll have some seed material for yet another whiny argh-ticle.

Love and kisses,

AQ

p.s. Potvin Sucks.

1: Yes, Captain Obvious, I realize that article is from the Palm Beach Post. Sue me for using it to make a point, OK?

29
Oct

BREAKING NEWS: Colin Campbell is clownshoes

Randy Jones Orpiks Patrice Bergeron, gets only two games — TSN

And, of course, excuses are being made for Jones: he’s a n00b, it’s his first major, it’s Bergeron’s fault cos Grapes said so, blah blah fricking blah de blah.

So of course he should be excused for not letting up and barrelling right into the back of a guy who doesn’t even have the puck anymore, piledriving him headfirst into the glass, and putting him into the hospital. It’s just “part of the game”, right?

Bulldada.

All that Randy Jones saw the whole time was Bergeron’s numbers, and should have let up cos Bergeron had gotten rid of the puck already–Jones’ teammate peeled off when he saw that, so what the hells was Jones’ issue? And leaving his feet?  How is that not intent to injure?

I said it before and I’ll say it again: There is something rotten in the Flyers’ organization, and people will continue to get injured by those toolboxes in orange and black until the NHL finally finds their bollocks and does something about it.

29
Oct

It’s a bloody miracle.

The Blackhawks are finally getting home games televised.

Will wonders never cease.

22
Oct

Here, have some video

A little bird passed me the following cute little vidbits a little bit ago–these are part of a program that Versus will be airing starting at 6:30 PM on 10/23 called “Sidney Crosby Revealed”…and like just about everything Versus does these days, it’s about their Golden Child, Sidankhamen:

King Sid raps about the New NHL

King Sid raps about Leadership

“When he was a young man, he never thought he’d see people stand in line to see the Boy King!”

And, if you can’t get enough of Versus’ Favorite Honky:

I don’t have to work until 11 pm tomorrow night, so of course I’ll be watching (mostly because it keeps my husband from watching the Fox Propaganda Channel).

(Now, if they could just show more Ovechkin….)

18
Oct

Get Over What?

I mean, seriously.

OK, so a dude at UConn made a comment that indicates that he misses the Whalers–how does that make him stupid?  “Get over it”? What?

Yeah. Fuckhead.

The Whale is gone, and everyone except the handful of fruits and nuts in the 13th of April Movement (or whatever the “Return Hartford Whalers Organization” is calling itself these days) has come to grips with it even after 10 years. Some fans followed the team here, some gave up the NHL altogether, some migrated to other teams. Big. Deal. Mentioning the Whale is not a crime, last I checked–the franchise has finally figured that out, and no longer shies away from showing Whalers jerseys on the jumbotron or the TV telecasts (or playing “Brass Bonanza” on the PA).

Brian DeMarco (the columnist at UConn) was complimentary toward the Hurricanes, so I don’t see what warranted the aggro there. Perhaps somebody could point it out to me, please.

Continuing to show ass toward folks that mention the Whale is counterproductive. It serves even less purpose than the internecine wars that marked the birth of the Hurricanes did. One cannot figure out where he is going unless he knows his past–that goes for teams as well. Sweeping the past under the rug serves no constructive purpose, and in the end is only self-destructive because it’ll invariably lead to a redux of past missteps and mistakes.

Just sayin’.

18
Oct

Hockey Fights Cancer

Yanno, normally I don’t feel the need to say “hey, you need to get out to a game” because we don’t have huge issues with attendance here (despite what some continue to think).

But this coming Monday is different. Monday is “Hockey Fights Cancer Night” at the RBC, and the Hurricanes are offering a special incentive for the fans.

Buy a ticket to Monday’s game and get up to $10 off the gate price.  Even I can afford that. But more importantly, up to $5 a ticket will be donated to one of the following cancer-related charities as part of the “Hockey Fights Cancer” initiative:

The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society

American Cancer Society

V Foundation for Cancer Research

Susan G. Komen for the Cure

St. Baldrick’s Foundation

Come to the game and get your mind off a Blue Monday for a while–and more importantly, help support a most worthy cause.

17
Oct

Wow, THERE’S a shock.

Thrashers finally can Bob Hartley, Don Waddell takes over as coach until he finds a replacement.

Yeah, like we didn’t see that one coming from a mile away.

Truth be told, I feel bad for my friends in Thrashers Nation or Blueland or whatever the heck they’re calling the fanbase these days. It’s just been one thing after another with them–and the search for a new coach is going to be tough until the ownership situation gets resolved, especially since the guy that’s gotta hire the new coach is now doing the coaching (and given how he’s done as GM, I dunno if I really like seeing him behind their bench again1).

1Some may recall that the last time the Thrashers fired their coach, Waddell took over for a few games. Look for Waddell to be coaching for a bit longer this time.

12
Oct

Hot damn (and other stuff)

I sat down to watch the Sens and Your Carolina Hurricanes last night–the Sens were on a hot streak, and the ‘Canes were still feeling their oats (and coming off a game with the Leafs).

Haven’t we seen this before?

Anyway, the star of the game was definitely little Chad LaRose. Rosie was all over the place, getting three assists and drawing some key penalties. Tripp was his usual insane self, we had the Ray Mojo during warmups, and all was right with the world.

Well, for me anyway.

And, of course, everyone is piling on Jesse Boulerice today–my favorite? Bringing up a 10-year old incident as if it’s a lifelong pattern of behaviour. Am I defending Jesse’s act of gross stupidity? Of course not–his career is more than likely over, as it damn well should be. What he did was inexcusable (and he recognizes that, now that the adrenalin has worn off), and anyone who attempts to defend it even peripherally (as one Flyers fan did in Mirtle’s commentbox) is a complete and total moron.

But please–it’s not as if he’s a convicted rapist and career recidivist (whose dirtbaggery is a lifelong pattern of behaviour). He’s a guy who has done two idiotic things that will hang over his head for the rest of his life, and he knows it and is prepared to live with it rather than make excuses. I can respect that, because he’s not playing “blame the victim”. So can we please stop treating the guy like he’s some kind of ogre? Two incidents / ten years = dumbass (≠ outlaw)1.

I’m just sayin’.

As for the Flyers….don’t be surprised if we see more of this kind of dirty play from them this season–because, of course, if you can’t beat ‘em then you might as well injure ‘em amirite? Clearly, the Flyers have to send a message that they “won’t be pushed around”, and if that means that people wind up getting put on the IR or sent to the hospital then clearly that’s just what’s going to have to happen.

See AQ. See AQ be completely and totally unimpressed by the size of the Flyers’ e-peen.

Next up for the ‘Canes: Saturday night v. the Godless Habominations at the Bell Centre. Here’s hoping we spoil the hell out of their home opener.

Go Canes.

1: Math isn’t my specialty, so I might have gotten that notation wrong. I was going for “Two incidents in ten years makes him a dumbass, not an outlaw.”

11
Oct

What the….?

Jesse, you dumbass.

Didn’t you learn anything from ten years ago (well, nine years ago)? Enjoy your suspension, and be grateful that your outburst didn’t cause the guy grievous injury.

Not the way I wanted to start the work day.

08
Oct

Well, shit.

I had this whole thing all ready to post about the “let’s avoid the State Fair” roadtrip–including a rather lengthy diatribe about how I loathe the NC State Fair–and then I yanked up TSN.ca to read this:

Jason Blake has leukemia.

That kinda makes everything an afterthought, really.

04
Oct

About Last Night….

So last night at work, I had a chance to take advantage of the quiet of the graveyard shift and ponder the game. These thoughts are very distilled, as I am pretty much running on fumes at the moment.

Yes, we lost our fifth straight season opener since 2001. Deal.

Yes, we’re 0-f0r-banner-raisings. Deal.

The officiating was of the “huh wha?” persuasion–I’m still wondering where Gord Dwyer saw a cross-check in OT, because I sure as funk didn’t see one and I was right freakin’ there–and the offense couldn’t convert to save their lives half the time, but that is the least of my issues right now.

I’m worried about our defense. The last time I saw a Hurricanes defense collapse into a shell like that, it was 2003 and Paul Maurice was still our coach. Yeah, that’s not a good thing.

edit 11:49 PM: So let’s talk about the defense. Oh man, the defense. None of the defensemen looked particularly spectacular out there last night, really. None of them even looked better than mildly serviceable, except for Glen Wesley and Bret of the Gimpy Hip. Nicky Wallin is getting roasted alive on some of the message boards this morning for that cross-check in OT, which I don’t think is at all fair because I still don’t believe he did that. Did he take dumb penalties? Yes he did. But I still didn’t see him cross-check anyone in OT like Dwyer said he did. Good to see that Mike Ribiero is still in Montreal in spirit, I guess.

Oh yeah, and some pictures from game day–these were taken with my craptacular Olympus D360-L (which isn’t even made or supported by Olympus anymore–that should tell yer something), so I apologize for not-so-great quality.

(Duh AQ, add the pictures)

The scalpers, I’ll do first. I’m going to take pictures of these clowns every game I go to, because 1) it’s funny to laugh at their pathetic attempts to hit the same people up for tickets 15 times in a row and 2) I get ill at the ones that think that they can blithely ignore RBC Center policy and go strolling the lots asking people “Got tickets? Need tickets?” and copping ‘tude with people that tell them to pike off and get their asses back across the road.

Dumb Scalper 1

Now this dude is in right place–across the road at the Carter-Finley1 lot–but he hit up the same people like four or five times (including the cat on the left in the red polo shirt), which I found amusing. So I snapped his picture.

I’d have gotten a better picture, but I wanted to be surreptitious–as surreptitious as I can be with a camera the size of Vermont, anyway. The cat on the left is a scalper, but he’s new to the gig…at least, I didn’t see him last season or the season before. The dude on the right, though, I’ve seen at the RBC since it freaking opened. Ever since they implemented the rule that scalpers had to keep their lawbreaking2 asses across the street at Carter-Finley Stadium, this guy and several other scalpers have kept right on patrolling the lots.

So now I’m going to start taking pictures and posting ‘em so that any RBC securebots that find this site will know who they need to keep a lookout for.

These are the “best of the rest”–which isn’t saying much, given the quality of my camera. But here goes:

Mark Roberts

Mark was also the PA announcer for the Raleigh Icecaps (now the Augusta Lynx) of the ECHL.

“The Icecaps are on the Pepsi Power Play!”

Click Me For Full Size

Warmups--click for full-size

I’ll be at Friday’s game in Section 332, so I’ll have some more (and hopefully better) pictures then.

Go Canes.

1:Carter-Finley Stadium is where NCSU plays its futbol games.
2: scalping is illegal in NC. My apologies to the Toronto fans that came down here in 2002 and wound up having to give their life savings to those scuzzwipes.

03
Oct

For Those About To Rock!

For those who are local and heading to the RBC tonight, I’ll be Section 123 so come say hey. Game recap and so forth will be posted on the morrow, after I get home from work.

Let’s hear it for rockin’ the graveyard shift.  Go Canes.




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