HOCKEY!
(I've just created a hockey custom firends group. How wacky.)
I am stuck watching the Atlanta feed, so bear with me for this may get snarkier than usual. Still. God bless Center Ice! Lightning @ Thrashers, 10/5/06: scorecard and commentary
Bobby Holik is playing for the Thrash now? The hell? And I still think it should be pronounced ko-val-CHOOK. And Kari Lehtonen is still my NHL twin.
Did they get new jerseys? I'm not liking the "ATLANTA" down the sleaves. I still dig their colors and logo, even if it looks likea bird going down the toilet.
::studies Atlanta skyline:: I am so going to D*C next year. I randomly love Atlannta. I even love the airport more than any sane person should. Hartsfield is EVIL, but I love it.
Oh my GOD there's nobody there! The lower bowl is like empty! I've seen been to preseason games this year with better attendence.
Okay, Denis is in goal, and I know Marty and my boy Ranger were openers... and Vinny and Vinny just did an offside oopsie. Silly Vinnies. And who's 34? And oo! Penalty! Holik, 2 min for trippin, 1:55 of the first. Oh, and Jackson's a ref. We're fucked. And our power play STILL SUCKS.
(I just started talkng to myself there and I sounded like Borat. Jesus.)
Sarich, 2 min. for inty, 4:43. Ha-HA! Sorry. "Oh, Marty Marty Marty Marty... MARTY! Damnit." And offsides, mofos! And it's Torts! I love Torts. And who the hell is 15? He just got a pentalty too. Damn commercials. And now the fuckers scored. Damnit. Rat-boy Melanby, PP goal, 7:06. Assists to Hossa and some guy. McCarthy. Whatevs.
Vinny 2 was apparently bckchecking. And HI FEDS! I love you, Rusty! More than those bitches down in 120! Really! Ah, hooking. Sim? 9:28, ATL. Oh, fight! FIGHT! Oh, sorry, scrum. Kuba v. Vigier. Roughing. That's so gay. And shouldn't it be 4 on 3 now? No? The fuck?
Feds inna box, 2 min hi-schtick. ATL PP now. ANOTHER call on us? Whisky tango foxtrot, Batman. Poor Sarich with his hooking. Like I said, Jackson. We're screwed. Fuckers scored AGAIN. ::pouts:: I hate Denis. Who the Christ is our other goalie these days?
::mooches off to answer Pernmail:: Yadda yadda holding on Atlanta. Metropolit? Didn't we ahve him for ten seconds in 1999? Nice shot, Brad. Thank you for that SOG. And damn crossbar. Did they give all 23 pople in attendence scarves? That's cool. What's not cool is Blueland. The hell?
Commercials. The Center Ice music is annoying. Also ATL seems to have a shitton of local ads. And the Center Ice ads are not much better. It's the same shit with the puckheads. And wow those TV time-outs were close together.
I tlaked to mom and dad through the first intermission.
Okay, uh, Thrashers penalty. And I have hiccups something fierce. And Brad scored on the PP! YAY!
My attention has been diverted from the game to sending out my resume to yet more places. Gawd life sucks. Or maybe it's just the second period. I'm notorious for totally failing to pay attention to the second period. Or maybe that's just due to the traditional "drink-in-the-first-intermission" dealie. Huh.
In any event I've sent my resume to the American Cancer Society. I sound like George Lass in my head as I'm typing this. It's creepy.
And the ATK announcers are still anouncing icing and offsides. I find that adorable. Aw, Vinny 1 got a penalty. He's so sulky and cute. And seriously, Blueland is LAME.
"Honey, what's Peter Forsberg doing in our bed?"
"Oh, he's here to remind us that the season's started. Peter, can you get the light?"
"Sure." ::smashes lamp with stick::
::insert Keri giggling::
They gave Rusty another penalty? The hell.
I am so dyeing my hair next intermission. Or not. Gotta meme to respond to.
Second intermission spent creating a "Doctor Who" flist and confusing the cats.
Score? Ryan Craig? Okay, I'll take it. I am so not paying attention.
Haha! Penalty Thrashers.
I love how these guys say "Kuba." It;s like theyr'e speaking an obscure language. There's not a bit under eight minutes left and I'm gonna skip OT and call shootout. Because I want one.
Five minutes now. I realize a little over a year ago I was in Quebec and I'm getting randomly nostalgic. Three minutes. One minute.
Okay boys. Seal the damn deal. Or not. Fucking haHA!Sarich.
Oh Jesus, another PP. ::frown:: This game is rather dull. And haha! Shootout! I called it!
Vinny 1: SCORE!
Sim: no score! Haha!
Brad: no score! Booooooooooo!
Kocvlchook: no score!!!! BOLTS WIN!
Yay!
I am stuck watching the Atlanta feed, so bear with me for this may get snarkier than usual. Still. God bless Center Ice! Lightning @ Thrashers, 10/5/06: scorecard and commentary
Bobby Holik is playing for the Thrash now? The hell? And I still think it should be pronounced ko-val-CHOOK. And Kari Lehtonen is still my NHL twin.
Did they get new jerseys? I'm not liking the "ATLANTA" down the sleaves. I still dig their colors and logo, even if it looks likea bird going down the toilet.
::studies Atlanta skyline:: I am so going to D*C next year. I randomly love Atlannta. I even love the airport more than any sane person should. Hartsfield is EVIL, but I love it.
Oh my GOD there's nobody there! The lower bowl is like empty! I've seen been to preseason games this year with better attendence.
Okay, Denis is in goal, and I know Marty and my boy Ranger were openers... and Vinny and Vinny just did an offside oopsie. Silly Vinnies. And who's 34? And oo! Penalty! Holik, 2 min for trippin, 1:55 of the first. Oh, and Jackson's a ref. We're fucked. And our power play STILL SUCKS.
(I just started talkng to myself there and I sounded like Borat. Jesus.)
Sarich, 2 min. for inty, 4:43. Ha-HA! Sorry. "Oh, Marty Marty Marty Marty... MARTY! Damnit." And offsides, mofos! And it's Torts! I love Torts. And who the hell is 15? He just got a pentalty too. Damn commercials. And now the fuckers scored. Damnit. Rat-boy Melanby, PP goal, 7:06. Assists to Hossa and some guy. McCarthy. Whatevs.
Vinny 2 was apparently bckchecking. And HI FEDS! I love you, Rusty! More than those bitches down in 120! Really! Ah, hooking. Sim? 9:28, ATL. Oh, fight! FIGHT! Oh, sorry, scrum. Kuba v. Vigier. Roughing. That's so gay. And shouldn't it be 4 on 3 now? No? The fuck?
Feds inna box, 2 min hi-schtick. ATL PP now. ANOTHER call on us? Whisky tango foxtrot, Batman. Poor Sarich with his hooking. Like I said, Jackson. We're screwed. Fuckers scored AGAIN. ::pouts:: I hate Denis. Who the Christ is our other goalie these days?
::mooches off to answer Pernmail:: Yadda yadda holding on Atlanta. Metropolit? Didn't we ahve him for ten seconds in 1999? Nice shot, Brad. Thank you for that SOG. And damn crossbar. Did they give all 23 pople in attendence scarves? That's cool. What's not cool is Blueland. The hell?
Commercials. The Center Ice music is annoying. Also ATL seems to have a shitton of local ads. And the Center Ice ads are not much better. It's the same shit with the puckheads. And wow those TV time-outs were close together.
I tlaked to mom and dad through the first intermission.
Okay, uh, Thrashers penalty. And I have hiccups something fierce. And Brad scored on the PP! YAY!
My attention has been diverted from the game to sending out my resume to yet more places. Gawd life sucks. Or maybe it's just the second period. I'm notorious for totally failing to pay attention to the second period. Or maybe that's just due to the traditional "drink-in-the-first-intermission" dealie. Huh.
In any event I've sent my resume to the American Cancer Society. I sound like George Lass in my head as I'm typing this. It's creepy.
And the ATK announcers are still anouncing icing and offsides. I find that adorable. Aw, Vinny 1 got a penalty. He's so sulky and cute. And seriously, Blueland is LAME.
"Honey, what's Peter Forsberg doing in our bed?"
"Oh, he's here to remind us that the season's started. Peter, can you get the light?"
"Sure." ::smashes lamp with stick::
::insert Keri giggling::
They gave Rusty another penalty? The hell.
I am so dyeing my hair next intermission. Or not. Gotta meme to respond to.
Second intermission spent creating a "Doctor Who" flist and confusing the cats.
Score? Ryan Craig? Okay, I'll take it. I am so not paying attention.
Haha! Penalty Thrashers.
I love how these guys say "Kuba." It;s like theyr'e speaking an obscure language. There's not a bit under eight minutes left and I'm gonna skip OT and call shootout. Because I want one.
Five minutes now. I realize a little over a year ago I was in Quebec and I'm getting randomly nostalgic. Three minutes. One minute.
Okay boys. Seal the damn deal. Or not. Fucking haHA!Sarich.
Oh Jesus, another PP. ::frown:: This game is rather dull. And haha! Shootout! I called it!
Vinny 1: SCORE!
Sim: no score! Haha!
Brad: no score! Booooooooooo!
Kocvlchook: no score!!!! BOLTS WIN!
Yay!