Now that we’ve met the 20-game mark of the 2007-2008 season, it’s time for the Devils’ first quarter grades. In our youths we attended a private day school that didn’t believe in grades; instead our teachers bestowed upon us, four times a year, written comments weighing our performances from both academic and effort perspectives. In is this spirit, and with a bit of report card inspiration from Arrested Development thrown in, we present to you our assessments of the Devils roster.
Hockey makes Kevin Weeks feel bam-chicka-bam-pow-pow.
Kevin Weeks can sit back and listen to all the porno music he wants based on the fact that he is the sole player who is not even the tiniest bit responsible for the disaster that is the first quarter of the season. By all accounts he works hard in practice, doesn’t complain about not getting playing time even when Marty’s looking shaky, and he says all the right things about wanting to be a part of this franchise. In our campaign to say positive things, he’s the only one who’s making our lives easy. And for that he gets a few more bars of bam-chicka and bam-pow-wah-wah.
Hockey makes Vitaly Vishnevski feel strong like ox.
We got some advice from Earl Sleek immediately after the Devils signed Vish-Dog about what to expect from him. Earl told us that he’d never score, he’d throw huge hits, and he’d take himself grievously out of position in order to get said hits. “Fantastic!” we thought, “He’s like a cheaper Colin White!” It turns out Earl was right, and so were we — Vish-Dog is the poor man’s Whitey. In all fairness, though, he’s been getting stronger of late; the big hits are coming pretty regularly, and the resultant lack of positioning is not terribly glaring. He also almost got a goal in a game, although Pando got a phantom tip from the toe of his blade on it to complete a hat trick, so we’re not going to rail to the heavens that Vish was robbed. Anyway, considering what else Vishnevski is working with on the blueline, we can hardly single him out. He’s been increasingly steady and pretty much exactly what we expected him to be.
Hockey makes Colin White feel blurry.
Whitey gets an “incomplete” this quarter, since he hasn’t played a game yet. He also gets the added burden of our totally unreasonable expectations for next quarter if he comes back, since we currently find ourselves curled into fetal positions during Devils penalty kills muttering, “It’ll all get better when Whitey comes back.”
Hockey makes Andy Greene feel like the bubble has burst.
Aw, Bubbles. Poor little Greener. He asserted himself during last year’s playoffs as the newer, better (read: “cheaper”), younger Rafalski, and then for some bizarre reason got shunted down the D pairings to make room for Johnny effin’ Oduya to skate top-pairing minutes. So we blame his slow start on Sutter’s refusal to recognize that he’s a more trustworthy defenseman than Oduya is, rather than on him, well, not being very good. So he has some “falling over when alone in the defensive zone” issues, and some “not really scoring at all” problems, and some “all the downside of Rafalski and none of the upside” concerns. But we still love him.
Hockey makes Paul Martin feel like stretching more often might be a good idea.
When we attended two Devils training camp sessions we noticed an interesting trend — Paulie Martin does not stretch. When all the other guys circled up and started stretching out their legs and groins and backs and abdominal regions, Paulie sat on the edge of the circle and watched. We’re not convinced he even tried to make an effort when the coaches looked in his direction. At the time we found this hilariously funny. Now that Paulie’s missing games due to leg/back soreness, we’re not laughing. After signing his big contract this summer, Martin became our de facto Number One D-Man. Losing him for any amount of time isn’t something the team can afford, even if, to paraphrase his own words from a recent Game Night interview, “the team isn’t doing all that well even with [him] in the line-up”. As soon as you’re healthy, Paulie, let’s try thinking about putting in just a few minutes of stretching a day, eh? We’ll personally donate one pancake per stretch if you need some extra motivation.
Hockey makes Sheldon Brookbank feel like shouting “Brook-BANK!”
Brook-BANK! That’s really all we have to say about Sheldon Brookbank.
Hockey makes Zach Parise feel like he’s living in a cuckoo clock.
We have never really met any of the Devils beyond a polite autograph-obtaining interaction, so it’s awfully presumptuous of us to claim we know anything about them as people. But we feel pretty confident when we say that Zach Parise seems like a guy who does not cope well with losing. Or with being one of the contributing factors to why his team is losing. We’ve lost track of how many times he’s popped up in the FSN postgame shows in a little soundbite where he sounds like he’s barely hanging onto the last shreds his temper and his sanity. Some might make excuses for him, though, by pointing out that he’s skating with new linemates on every shift, but we’ll mention that he’s been as streaky with his scoring as any of the other guys we thought we’d be counting on for goals in this uptempo, “Sutter Forecheck” era, and he’s also been the forward who most consistently runs around helplessly in his own zone. There’s never any question with Zach that he’s trying his hardest, but we’re not about to absolve him when looking at the team’s poor performance.
Hockey makes Rod Pelley feel like a newer, better, younger John Madden.
Just when you start to worry that maybe the steady stream of defensive forwards will finally dry up, along comes Rod Pelley.
Hockey makes John Madden feel like an older, slower, better Rod Pelley.
Just when you start to worry that John Madden has lost a step, along comes a Maddog capable of scoring goals.
Hockey makes Brian Gionta feel slumpy.
It’s hard to believe anyone could accomplish it, but Gio actually supplanted Patty during this first quarter as IPB’s Official Devil We Would Most Like To Fire.
Hockey makes Jamie Langenbrunner feel like a captain.
Langer should also get an incomplete along with White for not playing many games, but his presence has been felt strongly in the Captain Controversy that plagued the team at the start. It’s widely suspected that Sutter has had Langer ear-marked for the C from Day One, leading to any of 3 possible outcomes:
1. Langer gets the C after Thanksgiving and does the captain equivalent of his patented “fuck this shit” goals, turning the team around and leading them to victory.
2. Langer gets the C and can’t do anything more with the group of chronic underachievers than the popular but nutso Patty Elias could.
3. Langer doesn’t get the C, leading to more head-scratching about what Sutter is doing with the team.
Being the eternal optimists that we are, we’re putting our IPBucks on… Scenario #2. What can we say? We’ve seen what this vintage of Devils team has to offer.
Hockey makes Dainius Zubrus feel about 3/4 effective.
We love Zubrus, and nothing he does in the next six years can make us regret the contract Lou gave him this summer. He is everything we want from a Devil — defensively conscientious, intangible-esque, willing to be as interchangeable as his coach needs him to be, and hard-working. The only thing he’s lacking is, um… well, we hate to have to point this out, but… stats. Stats is what he’s missing. Or at least, good ones. Up until recently he had a +/- that made last year’s early-season Paulie Martin look like a young Larry Robinson, and Zubie’s been so snakebit offensively that he hasn’t really even been capable of getting his shots to the net, let alone into it. Of course, recently he’s seen a slight improvement in his goal totals, thanks to a few games against our new get-well goalie, Martin Biron. But still. Zubie’s becoming a hulking version of Sergei Brylin, but with less scoring touch. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Hockey makes Mike Rupp feel like it’s good to have Interchangeable Parts.
Thanks, Rupper! We feel it’s good to have Mike Rupp, too. Although we feel it’s good to have him on the bench, and Clarkson in the lineup.
Hockey makes Sergei Brylin feel ageless.
Is there ever going to be a day when we wake up and find that Sarge isn’t on our team anymore? That seems like too terrible a thought to comprehend. Sarge is like the tides, the seasons, the phases of the moon, but if none of those things ever changed. What we’re trying to say is that Sarge is eternal — steady, interchangeable, stolid. Sarge is Sarge. Sarge is.
Hockey makes Travis Zajac feel acorn.
No stranger to touchy-feeling comments instead of grades, Travis Zajac can be pleased with this assessment. He might not be on pace for the 25 goals/acorns we went on the record to predict, but he’s showing no sign of a sophomore slump which is more than we can say for contemporaries like Jordan Staal and Drew Stafford. We are most impressed with his new-found calm but deadly approach to forcing neutral zone turnovers. If he does nothing more this season but make us gasp, “Travis!” two or three times a game thanks to a particularly juicy “yoink” of the puck between the blue lines, we’ll be happy. (Yes, it’s true, all graders have favorites, and the grades reflect it. We didn’t make the system and we can’t change it.)
Hockey makes Jay Pandolfo feel SHAZAM!
A mere report card can’t hold the enormity of the love we have for Pando and what he’s done this quarter. Hell, he could have been stinking it up like he did in the playoffs last Spring and we’d still not be able to fully express our love for him in words because, well, it just… Pando. We believe we may have addressed our PandoLove and the extremes to which it extends in previous posts in this space. But it bears mention that, even though we think he hung the moon, we’re still agog at the statistical start he’s had to this season. And we refuse — REFUSE! — to even let the “C.Y.” words come into play here. Unlike every other player we’ve cynically snorted at during this kind of scoring stretch, Pando is not just having a classic Contract Year. No. He’s not. He’s just responding to being embarrassed in the playoffs, being stripped of his “A” (when he should be wearing the “C”), being demoted to the fourth line and taken off the PK in the preseason, and showing off his bad-ass leadership skillz. This has nothing to do with impending free agency. Shut up!
Hockey makes Arron Asham feel pleasantly surprised.
Ever since Lou promised Devils fans would be “pleasantly surprised” with the acquisition of Pascal Rheaume we’ve been using this phrase to sarcastically deride our team. We know, us? Really? Yes, really. So it is with much pleasure that we can say that we are genuinely surprised, and pleasantly so, with Asham’s play to this point. It might be a tad bit disingenuous for us to praise Asham for exceeding expectations, since we had no expectations of him to start with, but the fact of the matter is he’s added more spark to our, well, whatever line it is he’s playing on — are they set enough to even tell at this point? — than Rasmussen did last season, and that’s enough for us. Asham’s stepped up and responded occasionally when he’s had Parise on his wing, and his periodic bouts of fancy-pants-ing his way through the neutral zone are fun and engaging, two things we don’t see much of this year. The challenge for Asham for the next quarter and beyond will be finding new reserves of pleasant surprises to keep us happy.
Hockey makes David Clarkson feel pretty.
And we pity any fans with teams that aren’t as pretty as him. We feel we can’t properly assess his play for two reasons: 1) we’re blinded by his stunning good looks and 2) Sutter’s not exactly given him the quality minutes he’s shown glimpses of being able to handle. How’s he supposed to become the next younger, prettier Randy McKay if he’s sitting on the bench?
Hockey makes Patrik Elias feel huggy and weepy.
Oh man. Where to even begin with Patty? It is only by virtue of Gio’s staggering sucktitude that we haven’t spent every word of every post we’ve published this season calling for Patty’s head on a pike. Just when we think he can’t drive us any more crazy, he sinks to newer, unexplored depths. And then, as we are on the very brink of throwing our hands up and just accepting that he’s going to be our cross to bear for the next 100 years (or however long his contract is), he whines that he doesn’t want to be moved to center but then puts up his best two games since his Contract Year Of Awesomeness. If we gave letter grades we’d be struggling to find something more emphatic than an “F” for our erstwhile captain, but at the same time, we just can’t shake that we adore Patty. He’s so goofy, so earnest, such a charming headcase of a player that we can’t really hate the guy. So it’s only fair to admit here that while we’re decrying him as the greatest travesty to don the Devils engma this season, he’s our little travesty.
Hockey makes Mike Mottau feel wicked awesome.
Assessments must take into consideration intangibles, and in Mottau we find the important intangible of “Best Boston Accent in the League”. We can all but see the “Mayor Quimby” sash draped across him every time he opens his mouth. Since we have all but written off the defensive corps, this might be enough for us. If we’re still this ready to say Mottau’s a-okay thanks to his chow-dah pow-ah when we get Whitey and Martin back, we’ll not be happy.
Hockey makes Karel Rachunek feel like passing to an invisible teammate; no, really, he could have sworn there was a teammate there!
So he’s been a key character in two disastrous plays that have cost the team wins because he made stupid passes, but it’s not like we’re perfect. Wait, well, actually we kind of are. Hm. Well, Karel, just, you know, work on looking before passing, okay? We’ll see you again next quarter. In the meantime, carry on.
Hockey makes Johnny Oduya feel slippery.
The most telling moment in this young season that speaks to Oduya’s play so far was when Patrik Elias explained following a bad loss why he picked up Oduya’s broken stick, a move which lead directly to a goal being scored. “I thought Johnny had just dropped it, so I picked it up. I didn’t realize it was broken.” Considering that any player on any other team would, upon seeing a stick on the ice, think, “Gosh, that stick must be broken; otherwise, it wouldn’t be on the ice”, it’s notable that a Devil, upon seeing a stick on the ice, immediately thinks, “Gosh, Oduya dropped his stick again.” We’d very much like Oduya to work on this. Maybe he needs some sticky tape where his hands go, or maybe he needs to do some grip exercizes while watching TV, or maybe he just needs to be a little more alert. Whatever it is, we’re hoping to not have to bring this up again next quarter.
Hockey makes Marty Brodeur feel :(
Marty has been infallible for pretty much the entirety of his career, up until last March. Then the wheels started to fall off, and the grumbling started (from this corner) that he was overworked last year, and that the 48 regular-season wins cost the Devils who knows how many postseason wins. Well, imagine our surprise when a rested and reportedly unprecedentedly fit Marty shows up for the start of the season looking exactly like he did against Tampa and Ottawa in April and May. Has he been distracting himself with the chase for 500? Has he suffered for having a piecemeal defense in front of him? Has he lost a step? Is he just messing with our minds? Is he too fit and can’t play without his barrel physique? We don’t know. But after that crazy-assed save he made on Briere in win 500, we’re hoping next quarter is going to be when Marty shows exactly what makes the all-time greats all-time great: the “fuck this shit” thing. We want to see him say — after 20 games that forced him to admit for the first time in his career that he’s not having fun — that dammit, he’s ready to win. Every night. And if he has to do it on his own, so be it. He’s done it before, and maybe if he starts doing it again his forwards will consider giving him some goal support. BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, sorry. We just totally cracked ourselves up. That’s never going to happen. :(
Hockey makes Brent Sutter homesick.
We can only imagine Sutter sits back during every practice, game, team meeting, bus ride, or any time he finds himself in the same room with more than one of his current charges and thinks to himself, “Never in my worst dreams did I think I’d be coaching players like this.” And the players are thinking the same thing about him as a coach. It’s been a match made in heaven! Well, 20 games in, and we’re hoping the guys can toss this “learning curve” thing out the window, because frankly, the way things are going, hockey makes Pookie and Schnookie feel sick.
I want to laugh, but it’s really just too sad. Especially when you consider that you could take any IPBer’s team and swap out the players with the same descriptive headers.
Hockey makes the Penguins feel “wah-wah-wah-waaaaah” and Pensgirl feel “MOTHER OF GOD!!!”
Yeah, except Sherry who’s like, “Hockey makes Sherry feel tra-la-la-la-la!”
I was feeling pretty good about my boys recently. I maybe had a tra la going. But tonight, they’re being outplayed by the Oilers. So yeah. Sad. I wanted to laugh too, but all the Ookie sad faces made me stop.
I just pretend there is no Sherry, or at least that she roots for someone else. ;)
Sid and Geno make me feel “WOOOOOOOOO!” And Max makes me feel “Hee!” But that’s about it for the happy.
Soupy makes me feel, “Eeeeek!” Derek makes me feel, “Gaaaaaah!” and Max makes me feel, “Doh!”
Nazzy makes me feel WOOOOOOHOOOOO! That was a Nazzy of Yore wrist shot. What a gorgeous goal!
The Canucks PK makes me feel like “waaaaahhhhhaaaa”
Great post, ladies! Hockey makes Katebits feel wiggly and weird.
Great post, ladies! Hockey makes Katebits feel wiggly and weird.
That’s how hockey makes Pommerdoodle feel too!
Hockey makes Katebits feel wiggly and weird.
That’s how five holes make Sid feel.
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AHHHHH! Scariest overtime ever. I feel like Pommerdoodle on a caffeine high.
Dammit! I HATE the shootout! Why can’t they let them keep overtiming.
Why can’t they let them keep overtiming.
Why can’t they just let them have a tie?
Soupy makes me feel, “Eeeeek!” Derek makes me feel, “Gaaaaaah!” and Max makes me feel, “Doh!”
Hockey makes Soupy feel wheeee! Oops.
Hockey makes Derek feel like he’s been hurt by an imagined slight.
Hockey makes Max feel like _________ [content redacted for security, super-spy reasons].
Hockey makes Crunchy feel like the best professional goaltender he can be without any defensive or offensive support in front of him.
Hockey makes Staffy feel like wearing skin-tight leopard-skin pants while standing too close to his teammates.
Hockey makes Crunchy feel like driving around buying stuff.
Hockey makes Toni Lydman feel like getting stitches.
Hockey makes Crunchy feel like driving around buying stuff.
Hockey can’t be all about driving around buying stuff, and that’s Crunchy’s problem this year. He’s too one-dimensional.
Hockey makes Toni Lydman feel like a monster!
“Why can’t they just let them have a tie?”
That too. And we lose AGAIN to Edmonton in the shootout. I think Coach V hates the shootout too. He picks the WEIRDEST guys to shoot. Oh well.
Still a point I guess. Hmph.
Hockey makes Toni Lydman feel like a monster!
Locked in a cage! A cage of never winning!
Locked in a cage! A cage of never winning!
Hey, we did win the last game! Despite SOMEBODY’S turn-over right in front of the goalie…
Locked in a cage! A cage of never winning!
Poor Toni! Hockey used to make him feel gainfully employed, at the very least. Now it’s his prison.
Despite SOMEBODY’S turn-over right in front of the goalie…
He was just keeping them on their toes. That’s what a good captain does!
He was just keeping them on their toes. That’s what a good captain does!
Ah, I see! Guess I’ll go cancel that train to Finland then.
That was a Nazzy of Yore wrist shot.
Aw, Nazzy of Yore was a Penguin! Stupid Howard Baldwin.
Guess I’ll go cancel that train to Finland then.
I’ll get on that train! I wanna see the Land of Niinimaa!
“Stupid Howard Baldwin.”
Thank you, Howard Baldwin!
Thank you, Howard Baldwin!
Considering he started us on a downward financial spiral that caused a saga which only finished last year, that’s a really mean thing to say!
*Pouts*
Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was responsible for that! I was just thanking him for Nazzy. Have some cinnamon buns.
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Thank you, Howard Baldwin!
This is why we don’t dump MAF! :D
The funny part is he used to be a respected part of the Board of Governors, too.
Eh, all’s well that ends well. Maybe if he gets the NHL back to Hartford, we’ll forgive him.
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*snitches cinnamon bun*
Icing’s head spins thinking of how hockey makes her feel.
Hey Icing! Did you end up going to that Wild/Canucks game?
And hey, DS.
Hey alix! Looking forward to the Grey Cup (or “Thanksgiving,” as it’s otherwise known)?
I guess it’s not as fun as Roughriders vs. Rough Riders, but should be good. I can’t believe Sask.’s only won twice with how nuts their fans are.
I’m so excited! Yeah the fans are nuts. Saskatchewan is probably the only province where football is way bigger than hockey. Should be a good game.
Hockey makes Toni Lydman feel like getting stitches.
Hockey makes Sergei Zubov feel like everybody’s lookin’ at him.
And he doesn’t like it one bit.
No stranger to touchy-feeling comments instead of grades
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That brings me back, man, brings me right back. I gotta say, all this Waldorf mythology business is fast making Acorns my favorite Devil. Is that sad?
Oh, and hockey makes Jochen Hecht feel like hitting posts. Not that I would know, since hockey makes Gambler feel like she’s not watching it.
Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was responsible for that! I was just thanking him for Nazzy. Have some cinnamon buns.
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Thank you, I accept your cinnamon buns.
Really it might be unfair to blame Naslund on Baldwin, because I think Patrick & co. actually did give up on him. But given everything Baldwin can fairly be blamed for, I don’t feel badly about putting this one on him too.
Ultimately, only one creditor – secured or unsecured – was not paid back everything he was owed at the time of bankruptcy.
That would be Mario. He put together the ownership group based on a plan that would pay everybody else back, and they followed through. Saved some small businesses from going under.
In totally unrelated news, today I learned I can get ready for work in 20mins if I have to. Yikes!
Hockey makes Sergei Zubov feel like everybody’s lookin’ at him.
And he doesn’t like it one bit.
But then he realizes he’s got Mike Modano’s large head to hide behind and then he feels better.
I gotta say, all this Waldorf mythology business is fast making Acorns my favorite Devil. Is that sad?
No, it’s not sad! Gambler’s fandom makes Travis feel happy. And acorn.
In totally unrelated news, today I learned I can get ready for work in 20mins if I have to.
I am up and out of the house in 15 or fewer minutes. I keep trying to complain to my coworkers about my long commute by saying things like, “I have to get up at 6:30 to get to the company party down south!” And then everyone else goes, “What’s the big deal? I work an hour closer but I’m getting up at 6.” I need to start adding on the time it takes normal people to get up and at ‘em before I complain.
Hockey makes Sergei Zubov feel like everybody’s lookin’ at him.
And he doesn’t like it one bit.
But then he realizes he’s got Mike Modano’s large head to hide behind and then he feels better.
That whole exchange –
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Oh, and hockey makes Jochen Hecht feel like hitting posts. Not that I would know, since hockey makes Gambler feel like she’s not watching it.
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Poor Yo-yo. It’s just this mental block and he can’t get over it!
And there is NO SHAME in liking Travis best, if just because he’s an imaginary Waldorf kid. Should the Devils someday not have Pando anymore, and should I be in need of a new sweater (this whole scenario hinges on the “slim fit” look going away, of course), I am fairly confident it would be Acorns’ sweater I’d be buying. So if it’s sad to be loving Travis, then consider me guilty. Or sad. Or whatever.
Hockey makes Sergei Zubov feel like everybody’s lookin’ at him.
And he doesn’t like it one bit.
But then he realizes he’s got Mike Modano’s large head to hide behind and then he feels better.
Nicely done!
In totally unrelated news, today I learned I can get ready for work in 20mins if I have to.
I meant to say that being an “I wear wrinkled clothes every day and I shower at night so my morning routine basically involves picking an outfit up off the floor and throwing it over myself as I run out the door” kind of person means that I, like Pookie, am from bed to car in under 15. Because I live so close to work, that means I’m from bed to desk in about 20. That’s right — I can sleep until 9:10 every morning and still be here on time at 9:30! My life is awesome. In some regards.
That’s right — I can sleep until 9:10 every morning and still be here on time at 9:30! My life is awesome. In some regards.
You have no idea how envious that makes me. My drive this morning clocked in at just under an hour.
My drive this morning clocked in at just under an hour.
Yeah, I look at that (Pookie’s drive is that long, too) and I think “there but for the grace of God go I.” Of course, I chose my career based on proximity to my house, so really I just ended up lucky that there was a Fortune 500 company headquartered in my neighborhood. If they weren’t here I’d have had to settle on being a gas station attendant. Which would have been extraordinarily difficult, considering I don’t know how to pump gas. Come to think of it, I have no idea how I’d get through that job interview…
I am up and out of the house in 15 or fewer minutes. I keep trying to complain to my coworkers about my long commute by saying things like, “I have to get up at 6:30 to get to the company party down south!” And then everyone else goes, “What’s the big deal? I work an hour closer but I’m getting up at 6.”
The amount of time it takes me is apparently based on whether I have the TV on. I only put it to the weather channel, but stopping to see the forecast seems to add at least 10 minutes to my routine, somehow. Today I didn’t bother ’cause I remembered it from yesterday. I might start adding that to the “night before” list.
In gov’t jobs you can show up to work as early as 6:30 and as late as 9:30 and then leave between 3 and 6. At my old job, my commute was generally 20 minutes, so I could sleep in as late as 8:45 and still make it there in time or just go in by 7:30 if I needed or wanted to leave by 4. At this job, to get in by 7:30 I’d have to leave the house at 5:10. Obviously, that is NEVER going to happen.
Come to think of it, I have no idea how I’d get through that job interview…
Oh, it wouldn’t be that bad. You’d just get asked questions like, “Do you have a pulse?” and “Stealing: bad or good?”
Which would have been extraordinarily difficult, considering I don’t know how to pump gas.
Considering you have had plenty of encounters with gas station attendants, I’m sure you’ve figured out it’s not exactly rocket surgery. ;)
Oh, it wouldn’t be that bad. You’d just get asked questions like, “Do you have a pulse?” and “Stealing: bad or good?”
Heh. I’d probably get the spiel I normally hear from job interviews when I’m aiming too low: that I’m overqualified. I don’t know when having a college degree made me overqualified to be a gas station attendant, but there you go. :P
Considering you have had plenty of encounters with gas station attendants, I’m sure you’ve figured out it’s not exactly rocket surgery.
Rocket surgery? No. Terrifying? Yes. (Yes, I realize what a loser I am!)
Acorns was my clear cut Devils favorite, but recently Paulie’s been creeping up there with his love affair for pancakes and his semi stoned rescuing of Boxworthy. Decisions, decisions.
I discovered a new quality I look for in gas station attendents last night. I misjudged the turn into the station (okay, really, it was dark and I was futzing with my iPod at the time) and proceeded to drive over the curb. I didn’t graze the curb, I full-on drove over it with front and back wheels. It was tremendously embarassing, but the attendent, when I sheepishly said, “Guess I hit that curb at a bit, eh?” responded with a very gentle and comforting, almostly chummy, “Um… yeah. Hee hee! No worries!” And that was much, much appreciated.
(I then proceeded to spend my entire hour-long drive convinced I had two hugely flat tires. I didn’t. Isn’t that a great story?)
Decisions, decisions.
You can be like us and love them ALL! (I’m horrified that no one here is saying, “Well, Acorns/Paulie/Johnny Oduya is my second-favorite, after Pando, OF COURSE.”)
“Really it might be unfair to blame Naslund on Baldwin, because I think Patrick & co. actually did give up on him.”
And to be somewhat fair to them, if I remember correctly, Nazzy didn`t “blossom“and start scoring at will until he became a Canuck.
Oh don`t worry, Schnookie. I`m on the waitlist to be a Pando serf :p
I’m on the waitlist to be a Pando serf
That’s what I like to hear! (If just because these palaces don’t build themselves, you know.)
My drive this morning clocked in at just under an hour.
That’s what mine usually is too and I’m going opposite of traffic. Unless, you have a morning like mine and your car gets totalled (I’m fine, Kendallcar – not so much).
The Sabres had better win tonight or I may cut a bitch.
Unless, you have a morning like mine and your car gets totalled (I’m fine, Kendallcar – not so much).
Are you serious?! I’m so glad to hear you’re alright! That’s terrible, though, about your car!
Are you serious?! I’m so glad to hear you’re alright! That’s terrible, though, about your car!
Thank you. I’m just shaken up right now. Its scary when the airbags go off, and then you have to deal with the insurance rigamarole.
The accident did allow me to cross “sitting in the back of a cop car” off my list of things to do before I die. It was raining and the cop didn’t want me to get wet, since my car was already towed and my ride hadn’t shown up yet.
That is kind of cool about the cop car! I`ve always wanted to do that too. That sucks though. Glad you`re ok.
Oh my God, Amy! How awful! I’m so glad to hear you’re okay, though — in the long run that’s really all that matters, right? What a terrifying thing to deal with today. If the Sabres can’t win for you, I just don’t know what’s wrong with them. I’m sure they will, though. I mean, they can’t be that cruel.
Sitting in the back of a cop car sounds like fun! Although suuuuuuure you’ve never done that before. :P
Amy that’s terrible! I’m sure the Sabres will win for you tonight, if only to make me feel bad for booking my flight home during a game. But you deserve it!
Poor Yo-yo. It’s just this mental block and he can’t get over it!
The only reason Darcy supports the increased goal size deal is because he thinks it will suddenly turn Yo-Yo into a 50 goal scorer. (Which isn’t true, of course. He’ll just move a couple of inches over and keep hitting the post, poor dear.)
Gambler’s fandom makes Travis feel happy. And acorn.
Hee!
Yo-Yo’s terrified of bigger nets, because they’ll mean he has to spend all summer fine-tuning his shot so it goes just that much wider. He doesn’t want to be a scorer! He’s like Jacques Lemaire! (Lemaire apparently almost got either 40 or 50 goals [I can't remember which milestone it was] and then refused to get past 39 or 49 because he didn’t want to be known for having hit that statistical plateau. He didn’t want the tag of being “a 40-[or 50-]goal scorer”. Which explains a lot about his coaching style.)
Amy, I’m sending you sanity waves to help you through the next few months. Good you’re OK, but sorry you have to go through all that hassle now.
I get to leave early from work today! Woo-hoo! I’m outta here! See you all later!
Bye Pookie!
And to be somewhat fair to them, if I remember correctly, Nazzy didn`t “blossom“and start scoring at will until he became a Canuck.
He didn’t, but I think that has to do with not being given much of a chance. The Pens’ org tends to do a couple of really stupid things (that I hope were all Patrick-driven, we’ll see) with players:
1) Give up too soon on good players, and
2) Sign the Jim Belushi to some other team’s John. See: Wayne Primeau (nicknamed “Useless” by me), Kip Miller (also cousin to Crunchy, his name is best snarled), Kevin Hatcher (might as well put a rock out there instead), Dmitri Mironov (a/k/a “Moron-ov”). The only true “John” we’ve gotten is Mario. Even though Jordan Staal does come with his own talent and I would never put him with the above list of absolute jokes, Eric is still the better of the two.
Sign the Jim Belushi to some other team’s John.
That’s funny that you guys at least get the guys who have cracked the NHL. Lou loves to stockpile the minor-league level younger, less-talented brothers of current Devils. Right now we’ve got Mike Pandolfo (and a Pando cousin, I think), Steven (or is it Stephen?) Gionta and Jordan Parise (scandalously older, but still…) in Lowell.
Listen, Kip Miller may have sucked, but he was still a Crunchy. Show a little respect for the first family of hockey, Pensgirl! :P
Eeeeeep! Amy, I’m glad you’re alright!
On the topic of commutes, it takes me a grand 15 minutes from bed to uni, but I have to wake up at least an hour earlier because it takes about 45 minutes to motivate me to actually leave my bed. Flutter likes to say I should get a boyfriend so he’d drag me out but I’m more likely to beat him up if he tried.
Show a little respect for the first family of hockey, Pensgirl! :P
Hee! I believe Crunchy when he says the Millers could take the Sutters. Although I say that because I’m imagining the Sutters would be playing not unlike the Devils do these days…
Listen, Kip Miller may have sucked, but he was still a Crunchy. Show a little respect for the first family of hockey, Pensgirl! :P
Kip Miller was nothing short of torture. He’s not just the black sheep of the Miller family, he’s the one they hide in the basement and pretend doesn’t exist. They have to…it’s the only way to maintain their respectability.
Thank you. I’m just shaken up right now. Its scary when the airbags go off, and then you have to deal with the insurance rigamarole.
Having airbags go off is terrifying! I’m glad you’re okay; totalling a car is one of the worst experiences ever. I’m glad it’s only ever happened to me once. *knocks on wood*
I believe Crunchy when he says the Millers could take the Sutters.
The only thing they could do to lose is play Kip!
Kip Miller was nothing short of torture. He’s not just the black sheep of the Miller family, he’s the one they hide in the basement and pretend doesn’t exist. They have to…it’s the only way to maintain their respectability.
Poor Millers. So put upon. (and hey, totally irrelevant, but his name means chicken in Dutch)
Having airbags go off is terrifying!
DOPG was once hit by a guy who basically bounced off of his car then hit a utility pole. This is back when airbags were relatively new. The guy’s airbag deployed when he hit the pole, and I guess it hit him at an angle such that it was like taking an uppercut. Dad said the guy was really loopy and out-of-it.
I know they save lives, but that sounds just awful.
and hey, totally irrelevant, but his name means chicken in Dutch
It would be more fitting if it meant turkey. :P
It would be more fitting if it meant turkey. :P
Does he have a second name? Is it kalkoen? Coz then it could totally still happen :P
Does he have a second name? Is it kalkoen? Coz then it could totally still happen :P
He does now!!! :D
Excellent :D
Amy! Sorry to hear about the car…that is totally shitty, but the only important thing is that you walked away injury free. Still a bummer though.
“The accident did allow me to cross “sitting in the back of a cop car” off my list of things to do before I die.”
Ha! Been there once or twice.
I know they save lives, but that sounds just awful.
Well, I was glad to have mine deploy for sure, but the worst of it for me was the actual airbag dust. It’s kind of chalky and gross, and if it gets into any open cuts or skin abrasions it BURNS LIKE HELL. Needless to say, I crawled out of my car covered in airbag dust and my arms burning, because I had minor nicks and scratches on my arms.
That being said, I’d rather take that than head trauma any day.
“The accident did allow me to cross “sitting in the back of a cop car” off my list of things to do before I die.”
Ha! Been there once or twice.
Why am I not surprised? (but you know, not in a bad way not surprised… more amused)
airbag dust. It’s kind of chalky and gross, and if it gets into any open cuts or skin abrasions it BURNS LIKE HELL.
Hmmm, never knew that. I wonder why that happens.
According to Answers.com, it’s usually talcum powder or corn starch used as “dust” in the actual airbag, so I have no idea why. I just remember it stung – the state trooper got me a bottle of water to pour on my arms and said it happens to a lot of people. (?) I have no clue.
No doubt, Caitlin!
I’ve heard that the 10-and-2 position for driving is no longer considered a good idea now that airbags exist, because when you’re turning the wheel your arm crosses over the center in relatively short order. If the airbag deployed while your arm is in that position, it would basically kick your arm back into your face. That doesn’t sound pleasant. The recommendation is 8-and-4 with 9-and-3 being acceptable too. I found it really wasn’t hard to make the change.
According to Answers.com, it’s usually talcum powder or corn starch used as “dust” in the actual airbag, so I have no idea why.
My roomie’s sister is allergic to corn…I’ll have to tell her to try to find a car that uses talc the next time she’s buying. The things you have to think of with that freakin’ allergy….
“it’s usually talcum powder or corn starch used as “dust” in the actual airbag, so I have no idea why.”
Probably as an anti-moisture precaution.
According to Answers.com, it’s usually talcum powder or corn starch used as “dust” in the actual airbag, so I have no idea why.
Intriguing…
My roomie’s sister is allergic to corn [...] The things you have to think of with that freakin’ allergy….
I’ll bet.
(No, I have nothing to add today. Don’t mind me)
Hey gang — I’m outta here now, too. Off to meet Pookie for lunch and then to take a leisurely afternoon lolling around with my PSP and then taking an epic nap before the death-match for last place tonight. (I can’t believe this is our FOURTH game with the Pens already. I’d roll out the same tired complaints about this, but I’m realizing that means only four more games with them peppered over the remaining 4 1/2 months of the season.)
If I don’t hear from some of you before tomorrow, have a happy Thanksgiving!
“Hey gang — I’m outta here now, too.”
Lucky! I still have to wait….2 more hours to leave. At least I’m getting to leave early, though!
Bye Schnookie! Bon appetit!
See ya later Schnookie, have a happy turkeyday!
Me too Caitlin, 2 hours and counting.
Have fun Schnookie, at least until 7:38. I hope I’m the one having fun afterward, though I’m not optimistic.
Either way, I am going to be thankful that I have three recorded NHLN shows to watch tomorrow, one of which is Mario’s Top Ten Goals. Now, those are something to give thanks for!
C ya, Schnookie!
Either way, I am going to be thankful that I have three recorded NHLN shows to watch tomorrow, one of which is Mario’s Top Ten Goals. Now, those are something to give thanks for!
Cat, Jen & I are going to the Stars/Anaheim game tonight – it’s Mike Modano Tribute Night! Thanks, Mo! And there’s hockey on TV that us Center-Iceless/NHLNless people can watch tomorrow! I feel thankful for that too.
Thanksgiving’s kinda awesome.
Me too Caitlin, 2 hours and counting.
It shouldn’t feel this long, should it? Especially when I make it to 5:30 everyday with no problem…
“It shouldn’t feel this long, should it? Especially when I make it to 5:30 everyday with no problem…”
Yesterday felt so much like a Friday I honestly kept having to remind myself that I had to come in today, even if it is only for a half-day.
I’m so jealous of all you half-dayers! There’s a chance we’ll get out early here, but even if the rest of the agency does, my group might not. A honcho who be out Friday has an important meeting on Monday where certain materials we’re prepping are needed, so we have to be sure he’s cleared them before we leave today. If he decides to dawdle or has lots of changes, we’re stuck.
I’m trying to assume we won’t get out so I won’t be too disappointed, but I really hope we do. I have a stop to make before I get home and I don’t want to miss any of the game.
A honcho who be out Friday has an important meeting on Monday where certain materials we’re prepping are needed, so we have to be sure he’s cleared them before we leave today. If he decides to dawdle or has lots of changes, we’re stuck.
He sounds suspiciously like my dad.
I hope you get out of work at a decent time though. It’d be way too film-esque to be stuck at work for Thanksgiving.
Good luck, Pensgirl. Hmm, the Canucks can clinch first in the division tonight if they beat the Wild. I don`t have high hopes, they don`t like to do things the easy way :p
I hope you get out of work at a decent time though. It’d be way too film-esque to be stuck at work for Thanksgiving.
Forget Kip Miller, I’d feel like a turkey. It wouldn’t be so bad, I think, if just two weeks ago I hadn’t been employed at an agency where I’d totally have been let go for the day by now, and off Friday, and thus be driving to Pittsburgh right now.
But I’m going on a Thanksgiving Day lunch cruise on the Potomac tomorrow with my roommate and her sister and some friends, so that should be fun. I wouldn’t like a cruise for a vacation, but for a couple of hours I should enjoy myself. Then it’s back in the office on Friday, with two other people. Woo-hoo! On the one hand, I pretty much never go shopping on Black Friday anyway, but on the other there is something I actually want to look into buying this year. I should be able to fit it in at lunch, but naturally the one year I’d want to buy something of a great enough expense where the BF discount would matter, I have to be in the office. That’s very Pensgirl of Yore.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Loved the Post today.
Here in the Burgh, I am anxiously awaiting tonight’s opening face off. Perhaps tonight the Pens will find their giblets and put a turkey on the table for all of us to enjoy.
It’s 65 degrees here, headin toward 70. weird for TG in Pgh. Hope your Devil boys like mushy ice.
Thanks for the kind words, y’all.
If the airbag deployed while your arm is in that position, it would basically kick your arm back into your face. That doesn’t sound pleasant.
I can’t remember where my hands were on the wheel, but my thumbs hurt like heck for the little while right after the airbag went off. They must’ve caught the brunt of the deployment.
Lou loves to stockpile the minor-league level younger, less-talented brothers of current Devils
For awhile, Darcy had both Andrew and Geoff Peters in the Sabres system. I’m not sure who would be which Belushi in this situation.
“For awhile, Darcy had both Andrew and Geoff Peters in the Sabres system. I’m not sure who would be which Belushi in this situation.”
Niether. They aren’t talented enough to be Belushis. Those two are more like Baldwins. And niether one of them is Alec.
Hmm, the Canucks can clinch first in the division tonight if they beat the Wild.
What is this “first” you speak of? I know it not.
my thumbs hurt like heck for the little while right after the airbag went off. They must’ve caught the brunt of the deployment.
Mythbusters did a show on that, but they were looking at whether people’s thumbs could be blown off. They ultimately decided no, but that the thumbs could definitely be hurt. Guess you’re proof of that.
Niether. They aren’t talented enough to be Belushis.
Wow. Strong words.
“Wow. Strong words.”
Watch Andrew Peters take a shift. When he’s not fighting he’s literally doing circles out there. It’s pretty bad.
I’ve watched Andrew Peters take a shift, and I think he’s adorably bad. He’s not on my team though, so I guess that helps.
OK, I totally stole this fron the Fire and Ice blog, and forgive me if this has made other posts , but:
Who played in both Patrick Roy’s and Martin Brodeur’s 500th victories?
he’s literally doing circles out there
Maybe he’s a Wayne Primeau clone.
“He’s not on my team though, so I guess that helps.”
Just go ahead and rub it in, Mags.
And, oh hey, Getzlaf signed a 5 year $26.625M extension.
Where’s Earl when you need him.
Who played in both Patrick Roy’s and Martin Brodeur’s 500th victories?
Langenbrunner.
Very Good Mags.
Just go ahead and rub it in, Mags.
I’m sorry @@@@@@@
Thank you Morgan :)
“Maybe he’s a Wayne Primeau clone.”
Awww man, I liked Wayne when he was on the Sharks. Helluva third liner.
Well then, Andrew, he must have been on drugs when he was out there.
Use. LESS.
Well then, Andrew, he must have been on drugs when he was out there.
Use. LESS.
I swear, the first time I read that I thought you mean use less drugs… It didn’t make sense at all!
He got traded to Boston when you guys got Thornton right?
“Well then, Andrew, he must have been on drugs when he was out there.”
Some guys just play better in SJ, when they’re not under the spotlight of the traditional hockey markets (Primeau, Grier, Thornton, Sturm). Wayne was never great, but he was a good grinder.
“He got traded to Boston when you guys got Thornton right?”
Yeah, he went with Brad Stuart and Marco Sturm. Unbelievable trade.
I thought you mean use less drugs… It didn’t make sense at all!
That came out wrong…
On the Pens he
1) Refused to move his legs
2) Couldn’t hit a stick on a pass if his life depended on it
a) Unless it was the stick of an opposing player
3) Generally did nothing right.
“1) Refused to move his legs”
“3) Generally did nothing right.”
Wait, are we talking about Primeau or MAF?
Wait, are we talking about Primeau or MAF?
:O
*sigh* We killed it.
We do that sometimes.
Anyhoo, I am outta here!!!
Have a great weekend everyone! See you all on Monday!
Happy Thanksgiving, Andrew! And have a good weekend :)
3rd line grinders are my favorite! Well, other than workgiraffe Swedish defencemen. You can’t have a team without them IMO.
Lou loves to stockpile the minor-league level younger, less-talented brothers of current Devils. Right now we’ve got Mike Pandolfo (and a Pando cousin, I think),
I just found this out not too long ago, but there’s two of them, Mark and Mike Pandolfo. Mike is the brother and Mark is the cousin.
Also, I have been in the back seat of a police car more times than I care to admit, but at least I was only handcuffed one of those times.
I have been in the back seat of a police car more times than I care to admit, but at least I was only handcuffed one of those times.
Care to elaborate?
Hmm, let me re-phrase that, only one of those times was I handcuffed.
The other times they were just giving me a ride, usually back to school, where I should have been in the first place. ;)
they were just giving me a ride, usually back to school
That was awfully kind of them.
I dunno, I’ve never been arrested. I nearly got fined for insulting a police officer once, but I started to cry. I guess you can’t fine crying girls, no matter what they just said.
The one time I was arrested was because I skateboarding at 1:00 am and woke up the Sherrif’s wife. Sgt Letz had been kicking us out of skate spots for years, but this time he was pissed off and since we were now old enough to be arrested, he decided to ‘teach us skate punks a lesson’. The charges were Trespassing and Disorderly conduct, but when he didn’t show up for court they were dropped. I guess he figured spending the night in a holding cell was enough.
I skateboarding at 1:00 am
1:00 am? Why???
My story is much less exciting. I was cycling through a pedestrian zone and the guy told me to get off my bike. I was lugging around a hockey bag and didn’t want to get off because it would likely involve falling so I told the guy to eff off. He told me he wasn’t trying to give me a hard time and he was just doing his duty, to which I replied “Oh, just like the Nazi’s were doing their duty to the human race then?”. He got a bit mad after that.
Damn closing tags.
I guess you can’t fine crying girls, no matter what they just said.
Yeah, that’s not fair. :P
Well, other than workgiraffe Swedish defencemen.
Workgiraffe! That’s hilarious, alix!
I just dropped in to say Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
I’m about to go into full company mode, so I might not be back until they all leave again. (Don’t get too far ahead of me!)
1:00 am? Why???
Why not? Businesses are normally closed, so you don’t have to deal with store owners complaining that you are scaring off their customers. Less traffic to worry about. The Jocks are in bed. It’s not as hot out…
Hee. Thanks, Patty. Have a great thanksgiving! We’ll miss you.
Have a good Thanksgiving Patty. Good luck with work.
Frisby, I see your point.
to which I replied “Oh, just like the Nazi’s were doing their duty to the human race then?”. He got a bit mad after that.
Oh, Mags. I don’t think anybody would enjoy being likened to Nazis. Unless they um…are Nazis.
Hey, I deserve a little bit of ‘tra-la-la’ after the week I’ve been having. Frankly, the ‘tra-la-la’ is the only thing keeping me sane.
Sherry, I’m not saying I was right. I was in fact very very wrong. It’s just a visceral reaction to the word “duty”.
If it helps keep you the way you are, you keep tralalalala-ing.
Sherry, we’ll see who’s tralalaling tonight! (Whoops! Too much? Did I just jinx my boys? Oh well!)
I’m off to work my shift at the grocery store which I’m sure is a total zoo right about now. Yipee!
Good luck, Heather.
And Mags, you’re my hero.
CheeseTed ALERT! Pensboy provides this news: CheeseTed is replacing Recchi on the Malkin line alongside Eric Christensen.
The rumor was that the old boys network didn’t like it when rex sat last TH. We’ll see what happens tonight.
Also Sid put on MAF’s pads at the end of practice. Maybe he’ll also be between the pipes tonight.
Yay CheeseTed! Well we did learn in Sid Revealed that he started out wanting to be a goalie :D
YAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Yeah, alix, and wouldn’t it have been – oh, I dunno, REVEALING – to say that his dad was a goalie? Might have negated the need for that “HUH?” graphic Versus was so proud of. :P
Hey Center Ice watchers, is the NJ-PIT game on your lineup tonight? It is not showing up on mine, and I am SUPER. PISSED. right now.
Pensgirl You are kidding me. You mean they don’t give you ALL the games? What are you paying for?
On Stan’s Sports Beat Bibbs took the whole team to task for bad attitude. He really reamed them a new one. 29er was less ascerbic but said the same. Sid’s sis is a goalie.
When Sid was asked about Brodeur & if he concerened about him having just gotten his 500th, team attitide about that etc., he basically shrugged and said there are a lot of great goalies out there and you don’t concern yourself with who is in net. HMMMM?
The game isn’t in the Center Ice package today because it’s being shown on the NHL Network. I’m so sorry you’re not getting it! I’m fairly confident it will suck, though.
I get NHLN!!! But the menu doesn’t say the game is showing, it just says NHL on the Fly will be on. I’ve seen it list other games….
on the phone with PG now. she gets NHL Network but its not on her listing.
I don’t know what to say. It’s definitely on the guide here on our DirecTv. Maybe it will magically come up at 7:30?
I’ll be really relieved if it’s just a menu issue, though if I didn’t have this place to ask the question, I’d have been really mad if I’d missed it!
The only reason I knew to look on the NHL Network was because andrew had this problem with a Sabres game earlier in the season. IPB’s Collective Knowledge is vast.
Hey Center Ice watchers, is the NJ-PIT game on your lineup tonight? It is not showing up on mine, and I am SUPER. PISSED. right now.
Same problem here. So I went and bought the online package, guess what? Blacked out on there. I found out, as Pookie said, that it’s because on the NHL Network. I called Dishnetwork to found out where it is at and they told me I have to buy Center Ice. Obviously, I already have that. I have talked to three different people and they keep telling me that. One of them told me to check channel 403 and guess what? My channel guide skips from 402 to 404. When I told them that he said again that I need to buy Center Ice. Finally I called him a “stupid fucking asshole” and hung up on him.
I guess I’m just going to have to wait until the 2:00a.m. replay.
“The Big Teradactyl” ready to play that dirty game and get that nose in there. Mixed metaphors anyone?
No game entry, Ookies? What are you afraid of? :P
Damn, that sucks, Frisby! I’m so, so, so sorry! It’s really amazing how difficult they make it for us all to do something as simple as watch our favorite teams play.
No game entry, Ookies? What are you afraid of? :P
I’d like to point you to our latest post! :) We fear nothing!
Oh, Frisby, here’s an idea — punch “403″ into your zapper. During the great TiVo Series 3 debacle, our guide was skipping the Center Ice channels, but if I punched the channel number directly in instead of searching for the guide, it worked.
Clarkson! What are you thinking? You’ll damage that pretty face! Malone took boxing lessons all summer.
The only reason I knew to look on the NHL Network was because andrew had this problem with a Sabres game earlier in the season.
I actually knew to check there, but I relied on the menu. I will not do that again!
Oh, Frisby, here’s an idea — punch “403″ into your zapper.
Yeah, I tried that too. No good. I can’t even get NHL Radio to work. It just sits there buffering.
OOh wait, the radio just came on! Ok, I’ll stick around.
Rats. I was really hoping that would solve the problem. Well, at least you’re getting the radio feed now!
I have never been so happy to hear Matt Loughlin’s voice.
Now, Kevin Weekes is quite possibly the best interview. He smiles, he acts gracious, he’s kind when interviewers ask him how he feels to know he’s never going to play in the NHL, he says thank you when complimented on his great play (no, really, he did. To Steve Cangolosi (sp?) who I want to punch in the face. Or give stilts to. Either way, it’d make him better. :D)..Kevin Weekes is Lou’s dream player.
Hockey makes David Clarkson extremely sexy. Because then he gets all sweaty and speaks, and that lisp just makes me swoon all the more.
Hockey makes Vish’s name seem normal. :P
And to reiterate what everyone has said, in the words of Mikey Mottau, wickedly funny. :D
Hey, Jennie! You’re so right about Weekes being Lou’s dream player (oh, and you’re right about Clarkson, too!). Thanks so much for leaving a comment; we’re always excited to hear from new people, and especially excited to hear from new Devils fans!