New Puck Daddy: I was inspired by the Bruins 6-0-0 road trip, so I wrote about being on a team bus. Then I noticed they played every team in Canada, and thus only took busses to and from hotels and rinks. Thus, I left them out of the piece. But nonetheless, all about BUSSES!
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My apologies for the no-post yesterday – if you follow me on twitter, you know why: Bri and I got hit from behind in my car like Matt Cooke was driving the vehicles behind us (thus, I was dealing with many, many insurance companies). We were car three of a five car pile-up, and Andy Altima is “on the cusp of being a total loss and fixable,” according to the dealership.
The back.
The front...
The girl who got hit, who then hit us. She paid off her car the day before.
So, yeah. It was a mess. The police had to pull out tiny toy cars for all of us to try to figure out what happened, as somehow the girl who hit me, also hit the guy in front of me. I jerked the wheel to avoid the guy in front (unsuccessfully, as you can see from the damage), and she still had enough steam to carry on into the truck in front. Seems unlikely that the car that started the domino even had its brakes touched.
Anyway, Bri and I are stiff and sore a couple days after, as one would expect. Nothing I can’t type through today though. Moving on!
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TBAF style: Y’know what’s crazy? Blind fan loyalty. Like the Islander fan on twitter (LastIslander, who probably reads this) who asked me “when I started hating the team that gave me a chance?” He was referencing my numerous comments about being opposed to Trevor Gillies antics.
I genuinely (it’s in italics, so you know I’m serious) don’t get being such a “loyal” (blind) fan that you have to watch every incident through team coloured glasses. Look most fans, I do root for laundry occasionally (as in, the jerseys), regardless of who’s in them. I can come around on a lot of players I dislike when they come to “my” team.
But I refuse to allow that allegiance to make me oblivious to reality, and hope other fans do too.
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How about the BYU thing, where they kicked a starter off their Division 1 basketball team (which is ranked third in the country) cause the guy admitted to having sex with his girlfriend - yes, his girlfriend - and had signed a pledge as a freshman that said he wouldn’t have pre-marital sex, drink, do drugs or smoke.
To repeat myself, he signed a freshman pledge that was to cover four years. He broke the honor code.
Asking a 17 year old what he’ll do or what he’ll be like in two months will wield the wrong answer. And when it comes to sex? How’s he supposed to know where he’ll be as a person years down the road? Most people that age don’t know who they are yet. I didn’t.
Was there a “probably not unless I really love her” option? As John Stewart said: I’m sure he’s down in the the dumps right now, but I have a pretty good idea how he’s going to make himself feel better.
(Random note that I think is awesome: they describe his girlfriend as “18-year-old Arizona State University freshman volleyball player. Jeez, can’t believe he gave in. TO HELL WITH HIM!)
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Bars in Phoenix should have retractable roofs, like stadiums. How has nobody built that place yet? #genius
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I saw this a few weeks back and forgot to mention it: I saw a bunch of vans pull up to this parking lot with the words “Repo Games” all over them. Like, three vans and a bus.
Basically, it’s a game show/reality show where your car is actually being repossessed in real life, but these people wait for you to walk out to your car, then they ask you trivia questions. If you get enough of them right, they’ll pay the entire remainder of your loan off. Get them wrong, and they carry on with repossessing your car.
(“It’s Cops meets Jeopardy,” the producer of Spike TV says.)
Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard, or no? What an extra dagger it would be to get those questions wrong.
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I’m getting really excited for my trip with Easton to Minnesota. Even cooler: my alma mater is playing the U of M Golden Gophers in playoffs on Friday/Saturday night! I’m trying to hook up with a couple old coaches for pints one evening, should be fun. I’ll be all over twitter that weekend!
