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25
Mar

Lit Geeks Unite

Let me preface this by saying that I am not a William Faulkner “fan”. I appreciate the body of his work, I admire the beauty of his work and I do like his work. But I don’t geek out over the guy like I geek out over, say, Les Dorscheid’s Battletech and Shadowrun artwork (which is some of the most amazing artwork I have ever seen–it breaks my heart that no Loren Coleman novel ever got a Dorscheid cover, even though my pet project got some).

HOWEVER.

This gem from the Sports Illustrated archives is possibly the best “my first game” story that I have ever read, and it’s something that I plan to show to anyone who ever asks me why I like hockey:

An Innocent At Rinkside - Sports Illustrated, 24 January 1955

Hurricanes take on the Capitals tonight at the RBC. Puck drops at 7:00 PM. Go Canes.

(Man, I wish I could write like that)

24
Sep

State of Flux

The preseason continues apace for Los Huricans de Carolina, who have sent another 4 guys (and little Jakub Petruzalek) down to the AHL and returned four prospects to their junior teams. Brandon Sutter will be sent back to juniors after Tuesday night’s game. Saturday’s slack-ass lackluster effort in Nashville managed to get the game thread on letsgocanes.com to degenerate into one person whining about people “bashing” Crackers for his wild inconsistency–and then it immediately turned into a John “Spicy Italian” Tortorella-bashing thread after a fan of Crackers posted about how so wicked mean the Spicy Italian was to poor Johnny when he was in Tampa. Torts is LGC.com’s favorite target among the NHL’s coaches (more so than Whingey Ruff), because he’s mouthy and over-the-top (stop looking at me like that).

Gee, I dunno–maybe if Crackers would stop getting all durnk and actin’ the fool at local watering holes on his off-time, he might actually be a little less inconsistent in the net. Just sayin’–not that I and others have seen him do this or anything.

In other news: Top Gear is all kinds of win. Monday nights at 8 on BBC America–watch and be amused. Even if you’re not a car fan, it’s still a hoot.

Just sayin’. Next game is Tuesday night at the Phone Booth vs. the Washington Capitals. Leighton in net, puck drops at 7. Go Canes.

20
Sep

Links 2 3 4

So my dear old Radeon 9800 Pro went tits-up last week. It wasn’t that old, really–so why, pray tell, were parts falling off of it? Your guess is as good as mine.

Through the magic of eBay, I now have a new video card…just in time for me to miss the start of the season because of my yob. I can only entertain myself by tormenting NCSU freshmen and high-school students for so long before it gets old, kids. Another UFinishIt.com POS? Gods I hate September.

OK, so Chris The Penalty Killer and Bubba were on 850 the Buzz earlier this week. Bubba opines that Chris looks kinda like Scott “Remo Williams” Walker, but I beg to differ–I’ve met Chris. He looks nothing at all like Remo. Just sayin’.

And the BoG finally got the hint that fans were tired of not being able to see teams from the opposing conference more than once in a blue moon, so the schedule’s going back to the way it used to be…sort of. Guess people will have to find a new excuse when a SE Division team wins the Cup, huh? The only bad thing about this? I have to put up with the assiest members of the Red Wings Bandwagon Nation at the RBC again, as well as having to deal with the SlugThugs twice a season. But, you kinda gotta take the bad with the good I guess.

And speaking of Bubbalo, not only did the Sabres show their collective class by suspending Teppo Numminen without pay because the guy has a heart condition and they can’t count on that insurance money to line Golisano’s pockets, but Blue Jays, Bills, and (of ALL people) Maple Leafs season ticket holders got to jump the queue on ticket sales for the Blizzard Bowl err Winter Classic. Dowhatnow?  Last I checked, neither T-O-R-O-N-T-O M-A-P-L-E L-E-A-F-S nor T-O-R-O-N-T-O B-L-U-E J-A-Y-S spelled “Pittsburgh Penguins” or “Buffalo Sabres”–so why were the Leafs STHs allowed to buy tickets ahead of Pens and Sabres STHs? For that matter, why are Blue Jays (or for that matter, Bills) STHs even allowed to be involved in the ticket-buying privileges?  It’s not even the same gods-damned sport! Somebody explain it to me, please, because I am wicked confused.

And finally–’Canes training camp continues apace, as 15 players get assigned to Albany. Friday night, the Hurricanes take on the Nashville Predators at the RBC Center. Doors open at 6ish, Puck drops at 7. Get there early and tailgate.

Go Canes.

23
Aug

The Gathering

WELL!

Several Hurricanes (and ex-Canes) have congregated at the RecZone in Raleigh for what fans affectionately call “Camp Brind’amour“; informal drills and skates to help players get ramped back up for training camp. Have I been able to go watch?  Not really–work will do that to yer.

And speaking of work: as you all know, I currently work for a convenience store within a 2-mile radius of the RBC Center. Barring some horrific catastrophy, that will all change next month–I’ve accepted a job offer from a prominent national company, and will soon be trading the “ZOMGROBBARY!!!1″ panicbutton for a headset and a desk. And more money. This job is something I’ve always wanted to do, and I’m really looking forward to it. It’ll make the school thing harder to do, but that’s what WebAssign is for.

I texted Tapeleg about the happy news yesterday, and he asked me “What will you do without the adventure?”

I’ll breathe easier, that’s what I’ll do.

Mahalo.

15
Aug

Dog Day Afternoon

Dear NHL:

DO SOMETHING ALREADY!

Love,

AQ

A sure sign that I’m bored? I’ve gone to pick a fight with some nubcakes who thinks that Eric Staal’s drunken hijinks are a sure sign that he’s headed down the Ron Mexico route. Because clearly, getting arrested by some bored county mounties for hollering at a vehicle or two after being ASLEEP AT ONE’S OWN BACHELOR PARTY is exactly the same as trying to smuggle pot onto a plane in a “diversion safe” (and then running from the heat after getting caught), bankrolling a dogfighting ring (and personally ordering the cruellest possible execution of losing dogs), and generally being a weeping sore in the ass-crack of society.

Hey George, did it hurt getting the CRAFTSMAN tattoo removed from your forehead? Seriously, I’m asking here.

The Fraud has cribbed a rumor from the Hurricanes website’s official boards about Aaron Ward returning to the ‘Canes from Bahstahn–which will never happen, unless there’s been a radical rethink in Beantown and JimR has finally gotten over getting hosed by Harry Sinden in the Glen Wesley deal* (which sent three first-rounders to the Bruins and hamstrung the Hurricanes’ farm system for years). And don’t get me started on the idiots and know-nothings that infest ch.com’s boards, because I’ll be here for the rest of the year.
Joe, Lord of Evil is now an Islander. Good luck–you’ll need it! (aside to Steve Zipay from Newsday: Joe’s Czech, not Slovak. Big difference.)

That’s the news, and I am off to play some Caesar IV.

*:I like Glen and recognize his great contributions to the team and community, but that doesn’t change the fact that the Bruins buggered the Whalers on the deal and exposed the sham that was the old RFA system.

08
Feb

Being There (or, “While I Was Out…”)

A couple friends of mine asked why I went up on the mountaintop a while back, why I left when all kinds of juicy stuff started coming down the pike and people were surely hanging on my every word about such things as Vote For Rory and Sid Crosby getting chucked from a Dallas nightclub after the ASG cos he’s underage.

I didn’t care much about any of that. I was more concerned with my complete and total inability to get upset over the Hurricanes’ performance so far this season–performance that is decidedly less than stellar.

Had the Cup win somehow made me less of a fan? Had I lost my desire to see my team win? Was I still in shock?

And then it hit me: What had happened wasn’t the win itself. It was the Cup. Specifically, it was my finally getting to lay hands on the Cup.

As I said on HLOG:

You cannot touch that thing after your team has won it, can’t dip your hand in the pool of history and emotion that the thing is bathed in, and come away unaffected by it in some way. Anyone who says otherwise is either lying or dead inside.

There’s a a word for that pool in Old English: mægen. Main. It’s a spiritual energy that every living thing has. To relate it to hockey: it’s what makes a playoff game so electric. It’s what spurs a team on to great deeds. Objects absorb mægen from people that use them, that touch them–ask any craftsman who uses the tools that his (or her) parents and grandparents used if they feel like their ancestor who used those tools are watching over them and guiding their hands, and I guarantee you that the answer will be “yes”.

I keep coming back to the image of Mike Keenan sitting in his living room with the Cup, staring silently at it all night and letting its spirits quietly tell their stories to him until the sun rose and he was finally moved to tears. It’s such a powerful image, seeing somebody so moved like he looked upon the face of God and touched the stars.

When I silently ran my fingers over the upper rings and bowl of the Cup back in September of ‘06, I plunged my hands into that deep pool of mægen like so many others have done before. In those few moments, I reached back through the years and shook hands with Howie Morenz and Bill Barilko and Maurice Richard and Georges Vezina and Sid Abel and all the other einherjar that have won the Cup and since moved on to play in the Eternal Game, and I came away forever changed by it.

The moment was epiphanic, an amazing moment of revelation where I finally felt like everything really was going to be OK–like an explorer cresting a rise and seeing the Seven Cities of Cibola laid out in front of him with the Fountain of Youth in the middle. I can honestly say that I wish every fan could experience it.

I still feel like I’m not properly articulating how it felt to be quite honest, but hopefully all of you will one day get to experience the wonder for yourselves.

Mahalo.

02
Jan

Walkabout

People,

I’m going radio-silent for a while. A couple months or so, more than likely. I’ll post the occasional creative challenge-post over at HLOG and rotate the header pic here every now and again, but other than that I’m not going to be doing a whole lot of posting (at least in this space) because I’ll be going on a walkabout. I’ve had a couple of personal epiphanies, and I want to ponder them for a while.

Keep the light on for me, I’ll be back. Go Canes.
AQ

19
Dec

Need some help here….

I am sick and tired of fighting with the hubby over hockey on teh DVR, and I don’t want to have to wait 2 weeks for a ‘Canes game to get posted to Google Video–so I turn to all four of you, my adoring public:

Help me pick out a TV card, peeps.  Preferably one that won’t go tits-up on me and show nothing but a blue screen and/or totally distorted video (followed three days later by a blue screen) after two weeks.

15
Nov

Linky-linky

Added a couple new folks to the blog:

Wild Puck Banter — Hockey rappin’ from the Land O’ Lutefisk err Lakes

Paperwhites In Season — Magnolia Mer talks about lots of things, including hockey.

Carolina Blue Line — A new blog, from a Caniac in the Durham Militarized Zone.

Give them links, give them love, give them a warm welcome. By the way, for those folks who’ll be heading to the RBC for the game tonight: I’m going to be up in 332 with some friends of mine, and pry down in that little bar by 111 during first intermission with some other friends. Feel free to come say hey.

15
Nov

The Name of The (Prairie) Rose

Greetings from a fellow Nodak to the folks that meandered over hmyah from the message boards at siouxsports.com. Enjoy the blog, and hope y’all stick around a while.

Anyway. A comment was made to me in my previous post about Amerind/First Nations/Native American team names that I would like to cover in more depth:

Justin Bryant said:
There’s another way to look at this. Not all natives are honored by teams using names such as Sioux, Seminoles, etc. Here’s a short analogy to explain why:

Say you were promised a promotion and a big corner office at work. Then your boss reneged at the last minute, gave the promotion and office to someone else. But then he tells you that he’s naming the break room in your honor. You wouldn’t be at all insulted? You wouldn’t think, “If you want to honor me, treat me fairly and with respect, not the window dressing of an empty gesture?”

That’s why your Vikings analogy, while funny, is not relevant. Vikings were never systematically oppressed, slaughtered, cheated, etc.

I know I’m being Mr Serious No Fun Guy here, but is it really so hard to see why not all Natives see it as an ‘honor’? And by the way, the implication seems to be that “they” don’t mind. This is certainly not entirely true. Here’s the position taken by The American Indian Movement:

http://www.aimovement.org/ncrsm/

I ripped off a short response, but I wanted to reheat this a little bit because I feel that this analogy blows more chunks than a drunk supermodel.

First: This analogy assumes that the corporate culture at the fictional company has been exactly the same the whole time the fictional employee has been there–in other words, it completely ignores the passage of time and the changing of minds by other people in the company, just as it ignores the passage of time and the changing of minds by people here in the United States. It blames the innocent for the sins of the guilty, in other words, and that is something that won’t fly with me.

Second: This analogy also assumes that the US Gubmint still patronizes and marginalizes the American Indian, which I disagree with. They’ve moved on to other things like hauling off the random innocent person who happens to be Muslim, turning a horrific national tragedy into a latter-day Reichstag Fire, invading countries for their oil, strip-searching travelers that wear t-shirts with benign sayings because those sayings are in a foreign character set, and telling four-year olds that they can’t get on airplanes because they’re turrists. They no longer have the time to devote to marginalizing and patronizing the last group of people to be recognized as citizens.

Third: Universities and colleges are not arms of the federal government. This gets back to my above statement. The states are responsible for their institutions of higher learning, whether they receive any sort of Federal funding or not.

Fourth: My analogy is not wrong, especially after I hear a customer telling me (after I told her what my belief system is) that she thought I was Christian because I display what are seen as Christian values (you know, trying to treat people with respect, being honest, working my ass off, all that–stuff that my ancestors placed great stock in. Read the Eddas if you don’t believe me)–my Norse ancestors have been maligned as barbaric savages who bathed in blood and had no morals whatsoever, because of the guys that raided Lindisfarne and other such places. Sound a little like how the American Indian was painted for years and years because they defended their homes and lands from invaders? Yeah.

Fifth: The American Indian Movement, though I respect them and their goal of empowering the American Indian to stand on his own and rise out of the hole that past Administrations dug for him, does not speak for all Native peoples. Using them as the sole end-all/be-all authority on this subject doesn’t do much to impress or sway me, especially since I feel that in this matter they’re not taking into account the wishes or feelings of those Native people that may not agree with them–you know, that whole patronization thing.

Sixth: I maintain that this campaign is even more demeaning to Native Americans than the mascots themselves are supposed to be, because it’s mostly led by the White Man–and excuse me, but last I checked quite a few tribes (like the Lakota (Sioux), the Cherokee, the Illiniwek, and the Seminoles) were heirs to a proud warrior tradition. They are strong people who can fight their own battles, and they don’t need some bleeding-heart cracker with White Guilt patting them on the head and saying “There there, you poor oppressed person. You just don’t understand how this is demeaning to you so I’ll go wage your wars for you.” That, to me, is FAR more offensive than a team being named for an Indian tribe–especially since one of those tribes (the Seminoles of Florida) has been quite vocal in saying “We’re not offended, so all y’all can just step the hell off” only to be ignored by activists who are–more often than not–white.

And if THAT is not demeaning and patronizing, I don’t know what is.

14
Nov

Hello Goodbye

Rather than violate a moratorium that I implemented at the start of the season (mostly because I don’t want to have to drop a bug-bomb in the commentbox to get rid of the trolls that such a post would attract), I’m going to talk about something other than last night’s debacle:

A trade.

After taking a look at the trade that the Ducks and Flyers made yesterday, I got to thinkin’.

The ‘Canes need a defenseman–preferably somebody young and less of a liability than Avi Tanabe. Given Paul Holmgren’s penchant for trading away talent and potential in exchange for garbage (or, in the case of yesterday’s trade, trading for a cat who’s on the IR), I bet we could send Avi to Philly in exchange for, say, Joni Pitkanen. If we wait six weeks we might be able to get Jeff Carter, too. Then mebbe we can flip Carter to another team for another defenseman.

(What? Why are you all looking at me like that?)

Some folks ’round these parts are salivating at Gagne, but really we need defense more than we need forwards. How about this:

To PHI: Avi Tanabe + ‘07 draft pick

To CAR: Snatch Joni Pitkanen + Freddie Meyer

I dunno, I kinda like that. Give up a defenseman and a draft pick for two defensemen? I bet we can hoodwink Homer into making that trade–though I’m sure he’ll try to get us to make some boneheaded trade like Erik Cole + Kevyn Adams for Mike Rathje + Derian Hatcher or something.

It’s worth a shot.

03
Nov

My legs are grey, my ears are gnarled, my eyes are old and bent.

Yeah, I had a senior moment and forgot somebody in yesterday’s link re-org:

Lightning Hockey Central. This cat’s really a Wings fan, but he lives in T-Bay so he writes about the Lightning.

Sorry about the oversight.

02
Nov

Link re-org

Decided to fix up the links list a bit.

Additions:

LadyPredator: She’s one of my best friends, she got me hooked on the Preds, and now she’s on my blogroll.

The Hockey Chick: Former intern with the Florida Panthers (and for that she has my deepest sympathies) who comments on hockey in general from the perspective of somebody who was a real insider.

One Fan’s Perspective: Hey wow, a vocal ‘Yotes fan! Cool!

Islanders Army: After seeing the trauma that was Jason Blake kissing Mike Sillinger like a lover (after Sillinger scored the game-winner vs. Los Huricans last month), I shouldn’t even add this cat. But the blogroll needs some Isles representation, so there you go.

Changes:

On The Wings: Matt’s blog got usurped by a dirty spammer, so he had to migrate. But he’s back online now, and lookin’ good….for a Wings blog, anyway.

8 Feet: Formerly Gunner’s Webblog. New name, new look, same cat.

Subtractions:

Abel to Yzerman–mostly cos the current link is broken. Soon as Da Chief gets his ass in gear and gets on board as a Kukla subsidiary, I’ll re-add him. Go Navy.

22
Oct

Heh.

Well whaddaya know, the Favored of Comcast actually decided to make some change near the top.

I’d have some biting commentary on this and talk about how the Flyers can now find a GM who knows how to do something other than trade for barely-mobile tree stumps and treat cancer patients like shit, but my head’s swimming like Ian Thorpe and I’m burning up thanks to something that one of my co-workers has been passing around Stop-n-Rob like a dollar blunt.
So after I get off work tonight, I’ll be on the couch being miserable for a few days and will probably have even less to say than I usually do.

13
Oct

Game Day Open Thread.

I was going to post this big pithy philosophical thing about the ‘Canes and their luck and so on–but unfortunately my mind is a little fried after an all-nighter making sure the hubby wouldn’t have to be rushed to the hospital for an emergency nebulizer treatment, so I’ve decided to just open the floor up to the readership for discussion of tonight’s game and meander off to bed for a few hours.

Three things:

1) What do the ‘Canes need to do to get back on track?

2) Who’s impressed you so far among the New D00ds?

3) Babs out. Snuggles in. Thoughts?

Behave yourselves.

Aside to the Buffalo folks (even the moron that trolls from ECMC): Heard about the weather issues, hope you’re all OK and the damage to your homes is/was minimal.

06
Oct

Congratulations, Pittsburgh!

OK, so I’m late. What do you expect when I work all the damn time?

Anyway. I’m at work last night, and this customer pulls up to Pump 1 wearing a Pens jersey (cos the Pens played their season opener last night). She comes in to throw some cash on the pump, and I said “Congratulations!”

“Do what?”

You didn’t hear the news? The Pens are getting a new owner.

“REALLY?! YES!

This lady about launched herself over the counter and gave me a huge hug, she was that excited–and can you blame her? The Pens are getting a new owner, and now people can STFU about moving them to Winnipeg or Hamilton or wherever.

Congratulations, Pens fans. Y’all have suffered through this ownership nightmare for far too long.

04
Oct

There you go, Buffalo.

There’s your Cup, Slugs Sabres fans. Enjoy it, and thanks for not forcing the Raleigh PD to work overtime tonight. My husband would also like to thank your team for saving him money by forcing my exile from the RBC for the rest of the season as the Official Jinx of Your Carolina Hurricanes.
328 is a fun section, by the way. If you heard “KILL IT…KILL IT DEAD!” and “CHEATERS! NEVER! WIN!”, that was Section 328.

The evening was not bad, game result aside–and why the hell did we re-sign Snuggles Tanabe again? Does his wife still think he’s a future Norris Trophy winner? Tim Gleason has my approval, also. It’s because he’s like the anti-Snuggles. When he put my fellow Nodak Paul Gaustad (I think it was Goose–somebody please correct me if I’m wrong) on his ass with one hand? I was in awe.

Scott Walker shall henceforth be known as Remo Williams–why? Because he’s got that whole Fred Ward thing going on. Don’t argue with me, I know what I’m doing.

The banner-raising ceremony was pretty neat. Since I was exiled from the playoffs (*sigh*), I kinda had to live vicariously through people that were there and whatever stuff was up on Youtube and the Canes’ website. It all brought tears to my eyes and brought me to a state of “caring, but not caring” about the game. Did I want the Hurricanes to win? Yes. Did it hurt that they didn’t win? Yes. But you know what? We are still the 05-06 Cup Champs, and that will never ever be taken away from us by anyone.

Mahalo.




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