GS9 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} galaxysong9) wrote,@ 2009-10-25 18:16:00 |
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fill up my cup! (DRANK)
My original intention for this post was a simple analysis of the Maple Leafs' current troubles (record: 0-7-1). I've written a page and a half about goaltending alone, and haven't even started on the Phil Kessel part. Also, I don't know anyone who likes the Maple Leafs.
Unrelated, but I have a fantasy team with 6 Leafs on it. SIX. HOW DUMB AM I.
Actually, I'm this dumb: Bill Simmons "Book of Basketball" midnight release is tonight. In DC. My only question is, what do I wear?! Is it okay to call him a DILF? Challenge him to arm wrestling? How should he sign it?!
In preparation for doing such a dumb thing, I bought a set of 94 Al Iafrate cards on ebay. You've never heard of Al Iafrate?! He was the number 4 overall draft pick in 1984! Behind Super Mario, Kirk Muller, and Eddie O!
Speaking of, apparently Mario was in Ashburn today coaching his son's Mites team, the Junior Penguins. I am solidly locked into the LouCou hockey scene, baby! I told my mother I would probably self-consciously ask for his autograph then hate myself because what I actually wanted was to punch him in the face. I once got chewed out by a Penguins fan for DARING to talk bad about Lemieux.
Also in preparation for the Bill Simmons adventure, I have slept copiously. Woke up at 11, went back to sleep at 2.30, woke up at 4 and immediately went back to sleep... and just woke up. Hence my not being at QB. On the other hand I'm not getting back to Da Burg until about 3 tonight, so I've got to prep somehow! ...I think I have a Russian quiz tomorrow. Oops.
Finally, NaNoWriMo starts in one week! Current plans revolve around the Hockey League that Only Exists in My Brain, aka the HHL. Instead of doing one 50K word jontpiece, I'm doing 5 10K'ers. Cheating? Fuck you! Right now it's the story of Rob the Defenceman No One Cares About in DC, Clarke&Tomsco the GM and Coach of LA, Benji Ritter and Nate Ford BFFs in B-lo, and Rich Cowan and F. Obsut Potential First Round Draft Picks. Glove tap to the NHL10 Demo for beering me that last one... and causing me to stay up excessively late last night. God bless a game that lets me get three fighting majors in one period and STILL get drafted 16th overall by the New York Islanders.Anti-props for thinking the Capitals would be drafting first overall, with number 2 going to the Maple Leafs. FUCK YOU EA.
First floor hockey game tonight!
Edit: I almost forgot my impression of the Islanders game: I'm glad we won, but if Boudreau's postgame closed-door dressing room speech to the Caps didn't start with "You played like dog shit for the first 30 minutes" then I will be severly disappointed. DOG. SHIT. Where the fuck was our power play? Where was that dude, I forgot his name, it sounds like sheep or something? Don't give up just because Jeff Schultz was the first star of the Atlanta game!
One good thing though - well sort of good - when Ovechkin plays poorly, he gets angry. Really fuckin' angry. And this time it displayed itself as truculence at the end of the first period I believe, because he knew he was dog shit. Of course, sometimes it manifests as taking shit penalties. At least he really fucking cares.
My original intention for this post was a simple analysis of the Maple Leafs' current troubles (record: 0-7-1). I've written a page and a half about goaltending alone, and haven't even started on the Phil Kessel part. Also, I don't know anyone who likes the Maple Leafs.
Unrelated, but I have a fantasy team with 6 Leafs on it. SIX. HOW DUMB AM I.
Actually, I'm this dumb: Bill Simmons "Book of Basketball" midnight release is tonight. In DC. My only question is, what do I wear?! Is it okay to call him a DILF? Challenge him to arm wrestling? How should he sign it?!
In preparation for doing such a dumb thing, I bought a set of 94 Al Iafrate cards on ebay. You've never heard of Al Iafrate?! He was the number 4 overall draft pick in 1984! Behind Super Mario, Kirk Muller, and Eddie O!
Speaking of, apparently Mario was in Ashburn today coaching his son's Mites team, the Junior Penguins. I am solidly locked into the LouCou hockey scene, baby! I told my mother I would probably self-consciously ask for his autograph then hate myself because what I actually wanted was to punch him in the face. I once got chewed out by a Penguins fan for DARING to talk bad about Lemieux.
Also in preparation for the Bill Simmons adventure, I have slept copiously. Woke up at 11, went back to sleep at 2.30, woke up at 4 and immediately went back to sleep... and just woke up. Hence my not being at QB. On the other hand I'm not getting back to Da Burg until about 3 tonight, so I've got to prep somehow! ...I think I have a Russian quiz tomorrow. Oops.
Finally, NaNoWriMo starts in one week! Current plans revolve around the Hockey League that Only Exists in My Brain, aka the HHL. Instead of doing one 50K word jontpiece, I'm doing 5 10K'ers. Cheating? Fuck you! Right now it's the story of Rob the Defenceman No One Cares About in DC, Clarke&Tomsco the GM and Coach of LA, Benji Ritter and Nate Ford BFFs in B-lo, and Rich Cowan and F. Obsut Potential First Round Draft Picks. Glove tap to the NHL10 Demo for beering me that last one... and causing me to stay up excessively late last night. God bless a game that lets me get three fighting majors in one period and STILL get drafted 16th overall by the New York Islanders.
First floor hockey game tonight!
Edit: I almost forgot my impression of the Islanders game: I'm glad we won, but if Boudreau's postgame closed-door dressing room speech to the Caps didn't start with "You played like dog shit for the first 30 minutes" then I will be severly disappointed. DOG. SHIT. Where the fuck was our power play? Where was that dude, I forgot his name, it sounds like sheep or something? Don't give up just because Jeff Schultz was the first star of the Atlanta game!
One good thing though - well sort of good - when Ovechkin plays poorly, he gets angry. Really fuckin' angry. And this time it displayed itself as truculence at the end of the first period I believe, because he knew he was dog shit. Of course, sometimes it manifests as taking shit penalties. At least he really fucking cares.
