4 posts tagged “jordi loves hockey”
It's been last year since I wrote in this pitiful excuse for a hockey blog. Everyone is going crazy for their team, of course I do have a slight belief that going for the Habs may jinx them again. And then they will go down in flames last year a la "DAMN YOU MAPLE LEAFS".
And I've been busy, somewhere down the road I just needed a hockey break. Because it's not everywhere for me like others. And I've experienced the life of a casual hockey fan. And what can I say? It feels decent. I go out, do non-hockey things. Which is nothing different from any other day. The only improvement is that I have learnt to not fret about the outcome of a race, let alone a game.
In a way, hockeylessness has taught me about what I've really enjoyed in my life. And I love hockey greatly. I've met great people, and had greater experiences. The fact that my distance from hockey has made me solidify my experience as a fan of what must be expressed as a minority sport in the sunny Down Under. But I mustn't let it fool me. Because like every other experience, fantasy and reality collided and I found that I was struggling to believe in my faith in hockey.
But I have no real answer. So I'm back bitches.
Besides, I slipped up at the Big Day Out (an outdoor megaconcert) and told a guy I was an Oilers fan AND a Canucks fan. With no mention of the Habs. Hah, I am a hockey fan indeed.
It seems the more I tune in, I tune out a little more from a man named Sidney Crosby. And the painful realisation is hitting everyone resisting him, he is becoming dead sexy to the hockey numbers. Whether it's his magic, or his incredible tushie - he's working his thing.
So where is the Ovechkin parade? What happened? It's like his PR agent left him for Crosby. There's no flashy dances, no mega-scoring. Just a whirlpool of suck.
And don't be thinking that Jordi is abandoning the Ovechkin ship, I still love the crazy kid. It's just harder to fight the Sidney Crosby without fear his lips will swallow me up.
And while insignificant, it felt a little sad that people were fighting to see Crosby rather than our own Ex-Oil Georgie Laraque. I am still obsessed with holding on with the oldies. Oldies but goodies.
Oh and good news on being an Oilers fan? At least its better than being a Flames fan!
An accumulation of penalties in ice hockey probably does not lead to the degradation of a player’s legitimate hockey skills, but continuous reinforcement of illegal play during the course of a career might maintain or enhance the opportunities available from that style of play. Over time, certain players undoubtedly are more successful—that is, make greater contributions to their team’s objective—when they play a rougher, more aggressive style, even if that style places them at greater risk for penalty.
It's from an article by a guy named W David Allen - I can't say if that was the crux of his argument but it was an interesting read.
Just before I start sounding like a Martha Stewart wannabe in my previous post. It's time to sit back for some hard hitting, old school hockey. And by hard hitting & old style I probably mean the kind of hockey that makes you do crazy things because COME ON ITS HOCKEYYYYYY. And by crazy it means, I just booked myself some tickets to go to Sydney for the Australian Ice Hockey Finals. Despite its absolutely cringe-worthy tagline (TEH COOLEST GAME ON EARTH), it's promised to be a fun trip. Jordi is so damned goddamned poor - but on the other hand, it's hockey!
So I'm excited as hell that I'm getting a go to a) a place I am pretty unsure exists and b) getting in touch with my inner spectator - I'm a loud drunk begging to break out. Though really, I'm sure it'll be a great weekend - not to mention I'm more than happy to cheer for the Ice with my own bandwaggoning heart. Yes, we might rock this without rigging the ice blah blah blah.
Anyway, if by any freak accident, anyone sees me there. Please say hi, I need friends and am always sitting there alone-ish.
