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:
| Western Conference Semifinal | |
| Colorado Avalanche | 2 |
| San Jose Sharks | 5 |
| (Sharks lead best-of-seven series 1-0) | |
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
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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.