‘CUZ THE AVALANCHE JUST GOT SCHOOLED:
| Western Conference Semifinal | |
| Colorado Avalanche | 1 |
| San Jose Sharks | 4 |
| (Sharks lead best-of-seven series 2-0) | |
Game Three is Monday night in Denver.
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‘CUZ THE AVALANCHE JUST GOT SCHOOLED:
Game Three is Monday night in Denver. It’s raining like hell outside. Not so much as a drop about twenty minutes ago when I was out fetching lunch. Welcome to Seattle in the springtime. Here’s a quick San Jose Sharks update for you:
About as great of a Game One as I could have expected. Vinny Damphousse had a goal, Patrick “El Capitan” Marleau had his second set of hats in the playoffs, and the Avs are already on tilt and taking stupid selfish goonery penalties. (I expected better from a Tony Granato-coached team.) Game Two is Saturday at high noon (and if you’re reading me on the left side of the country, your local ABC affiliate will have the game), and it will be very interesting to see if the Avs stay on tilt. If they do, this series could be over in less than the six or seven games most people seem to think it’s gonna go. We haven’t talked Survivor for a while. so here’s the S U R V I V O R S P O I L E R As much as I don’t think Shii-Ann has played a particularly brilliant game, I was thrilled to see her stick it in the face of the Chapearans (I refuse to acknowledge the Tribal Swap That Wasn’t), who are so secure and audacious in their alliance that they feel they can tell someone openly that they’re Next To Go. Mixed feelings about the ejection, though. Alicia immediately pissed me off when she started to get snippy and wouldn’t let Shii-Ann enjoy her hard-fought victory. “You gotta live with us, you know,” she warned. Yeah. Like the living was easy the previous couple days, being told around every turn her game was going to end, and even getting stuck with the crappy bowl of rice at Rupert’s Last Supper. At the same time, I can’t believe that they didn’t take that opportunity to break up Ambuh and Rob, since that is the only way anyone else is gonna make the final two. And based on the promos, the loveable castaways don’t sound like they’re planning on getting a clue anytime soon, as the women start with the infighting. Disappointing. All-Stars started so strong, but the gaffes of these supposive “master” players is ruining the show. Postscript: Rain stopped. It’s totally bright outside again. Freakin’ Seattle. So I apologize to everyone for not having posted in a while, but I fear I just haven’t had all that much to say. So we’re gonna try one of those bits-and-pieces Larry King-type posts. I’m just gonna talk about the little things that come to mind. Here goes: Blogger needs the ability to give individual titles to posts . LiveJournal lets you do it, Blogger should too. (I suppose you could always title it in the first line, and then boldface it and give it a HEADER tag, maybe. I should play around with that.) I got a new cellphone last week. It’s pretty neat. I’ve always wanted one with a color screen and the ability to modify it with my own graphics and ringtones and such, and Costco had a deal, so I took the plunge. So of course the first thing I did was upload into it a boatload of game show themes for the ringers, and a San Jose Sharks graphic for the wallpaper. Speaking of the Sharks, round two of the playoffs starts tonight! They handled the Blues with dispatch…I don’t think Colorado will be so easy, but I think we can beat them if we stick to our game. It would also help if Peter Forsberg were to suddenly drop dead. We haven’t talked about Survivor lately. I’m disappointed that Lex is out, but he dug his own grave. Looks GOOD sporting the Mohawk on the jury. though. Unless someone grows a brain and makes a move SOON, it’s gonna be Rawb v. Ambuh for all the marbles, and even then it’s entirely possible that Rawb can run the table on immunity. Certainly he’s favored as long as the challenge is physical. There’s a chance if we have a mental challenge soon, Alicia wins it, and strikes while the iron is hot. Man, I do NOT know how I lived without TiVo. I used my old-skool VCR to record Survivor last week (‘cuz it was on opposite the Sharks), and I was amazed at what a pain in the ass it was to program (and mine’s pretty easy). You just get spoiled clicking one button and having it be done. Now if I can just work up the sack to put a second drive in it and figure out how to Monte it so I can extract video. I need to decide whether I’m gonna record Survivor tonight on the VCR or off my PC. The PC just got a new hard drive, but the TV card doesn’t record the audio as loud as I would like. (I might be able to leave it on the Tivo, if I’m stuck watching the game on ESPN2 and the Center Ice local feed is blacked out. We’ll see.) I hope this problem with my MP3 player is confined to the battery. I plugged it into a power strip to recharge, but I didn’t realize I was plugging it in between two seperate outlets instead of into an isolated one. I’m sure this fucks up polarity or grounding or something, and now the thing doesn’t realize when the battery is full. If I killed the battery, I can probably obtain another one, but I need a special one to use the contact in the player to rechange it, which is much more convenient than a seperate charger. If I killed the circuitry on the MP3 player, I’ll be pissed. I’m jazzed about this Iron Chef America thing FoodTV has coming up this weekend. They clearly have their ducks in a row far straighter than UPN ever did…but I liked Chairman Shatner. I dunno about this new kid. But Alton Brown is in the Hattori chair, and that is Jack Nicholson / Joker-style casting, as far as I’m concerned. Should be fun. In the last year, TV has cancelled Mister Sterling, Ed, Boston Public, and the Drew Carey version of Who’s Line. What show that I liked will they shitcan next? You folks better hope I don’t get into Joan Of Arcadia. (I have some stuff to say about her, but I’d like to watch one more episode to make sure my opinion still holds.) Well, it’s just about time for me to pack up and get out of here, so I’ll wrap this for now. Perhaps I’ll have some Survivor thoughts in the morning, if something remotely interesting happens. The 2003-2004 San Jose Sharks season tickets are out, or so I’m told. The marketing slogan for this season is: “Sharks Hockey: It’ll Swallow You Whole” Hmph. At any rate, this is a vast improvement on the slogan used when the season ticket renewal packets went out, which read “Somebody’s Gonna Pay For Last Year”. After last season, what many people don’t know is that the two rejected slogans were: “Sharks Hockey: It’ll Eat You Up Inside” and “Sharks Hockey: It’ll Suck (Of course, some have suggested that if the Sharks are going to suck, then it’s good to know in advance that they swallow, too. :)) I love hockey. Love it to death. It’s 1:36 on Sunday morning, and I’m up watching a rebroadcast of a Canadiens / USSR game from 1976 on CBC. Not a spot of advertising to be seen anywhere on the rink. Two Habs wearing helmets, the rest bare. Amazing. I finally have season tickets this year. Not for my beloved San Jose Sharks, unfortunately, but for the local Seattle Thunderbirds. 16-20-year-olds trying their hearts out to make it to the bigs. Makes for most interesting hockey. There’s something about having a season ticket that takes being a sports fan to another level. Walking to the arena, you feel just a bit more important than the other folks going to the game. Total crap, of course, but it’s fun to indulge. If you have the means and live in an area with a local sports club that offers season tickets for a reasonable amount, I recommend taking the plunge just once, so you get a better idea of what I mean. And Go Sharks. :) |
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