Post by Kevin on Sept 20, 2009 17:53:26 GMT -5
The Mouse, the Myth and the Douche
Well, I wish I could say I was happy about the state of hockey today – for that matter I wish I could say that I am holding out hope on lifelong bladder control too—but I am not.
The BuHL is well into the 2004-2005 season and while there are a new few bells and whistles from an administrative perspective there are the usual concerns kicking about and rightly so, I myself have never been one to backdown from a compliant so let me lodge a few.
Every season we anoint two champions in this league the teams that chase the ever so allusive dream of hoisting the Avro cup (Named after and constructed from a scrapped project plane recovered from lake Superior) and the other that managed to suck the most. This year however, marks a new low, with GM Neil Burkholder putting his cards on the table for everyone to see “if we keep on a losing path would be great dividends for us.” Seriously? If you live in St Louis: Boycott.
Apart from what is the best way to lose there are a few other pressing concerns on the minds of GMs:\
Teams are clammering about absent prospects, notables include Adam Pardy and that is saying a lot considering Pardy is a “barley good enough” prospect.
The Penguins GM seems intent on Trading his way out of first in his conference. I mean when does the revolving door in Pittsburgh stop? Please someone get this guy some Ritalin.
On the opposite end of the spectrum we have the Spurs whose GM still seems shell shocked after signing Scott Stevens to an ownership stake in the franchise and has opted to let the team “grow” together, much like I have done with my lawn : Weeds and all.
New Leafs Gm Chis Fet—oh nuts he quit—ke . I’m not sure this guy made it to lunch with the shareholders before he made three questionable deals and quit. The children of Ontario schools have to hope the teachers union had nothing to do with his attempt to move Duncan Keith.
If you live in Houston, BC, you’re about as happy about this year’s catastrophic Salmon run as you are in Houston’s performance. GM Todd Montgomery can blow smoke all he wants, but I think the smoke better served on the salmon this season. Smart bet is on the young, just like in the Salmon industry, he seems to have an eye for young talent (too bad his free agents signings are all old) all eyes on how he fairs in the draft.
It seems the mother of all bad decisions surrounds most GMs and their apparent inability to think back a season as the “Back up Goalie rule” seems to be overlooked – rumour has it Draco himself crafted the consequence of this rule—its good to know I am not the only one with a failing memory. In fact, maybe I am wrong. Maybe.
Last week I was eating an overpriced meal in an underserviced establishment when the dainty little thing that was passing for a server reminded me that I had opted for the steak and chose against the chicken – a decision I had made not 15 minutes before yet had no recollection of – I explained my indiscretion as resulting from the numbing effect I suffered as a result of reading a columnist chalk up 2/3rds of the players involved in a trade as worthless because they were unrestricted free agents. She felt bad, I could tell. So, she let me in on her own little hockey secret… what? You expect me to share, well than you must be reading my column for the first time.
If I thought there was any merit to it I wouldn’t but what does a mousy little air head like her know about hockey? According to my purveyor of over-priced meals league co commissioners Kevin Lapointe and Joshua Peterman had dined on the same swill I was suffering through not two nights before, during this rendez vous, according to the mouse Peterman was heard asking “what are your thoughts on raising the salary cap a little?” Lapointe apparently speechless dug his nails into the table, prompting a nervous Peterman to say “I know, of all people, to propose that, well, not to propose but to bring up the conversation…” the mouse being a mouse was far more nervous at the sight of Lapoints claws and that’s all she had to report… if you put much stock in mice.
Personally, I don’t. I bet I did order the chicken.
Cecil Garringer.
Cecil is a crusty ole’ bastard who likes to write editorials and call them his column, we publish them because we figure you can’t be as angry as him for as long as he has been without testing fate. So, essentially we expect each offering to be his last and every dog should have his day even a mange mutt that smells like bear nuts.
Well, I wish I could say I was happy about the state of hockey today – for that matter I wish I could say that I am holding out hope on lifelong bladder control too—but I am not.
The BuHL is well into the 2004-2005 season and while there are a new few bells and whistles from an administrative perspective there are the usual concerns kicking about and rightly so, I myself have never been one to backdown from a compliant so let me lodge a few.
Every season we anoint two champions in this league the teams that chase the ever so allusive dream of hoisting the Avro cup (Named after and constructed from a scrapped project plane recovered from lake Superior) and the other that managed to suck the most. This year however, marks a new low, with GM Neil Burkholder putting his cards on the table for everyone to see “if we keep on a losing path would be great dividends for us.” Seriously? If you live in St Louis: Boycott.
Apart from what is the best way to lose there are a few other pressing concerns on the minds of GMs:\
Teams are clammering about absent prospects, notables include Adam Pardy and that is saying a lot considering Pardy is a “barley good enough” prospect.
The Penguins GM seems intent on Trading his way out of first in his conference. I mean when does the revolving door in Pittsburgh stop? Please someone get this guy some Ritalin.
On the opposite end of the spectrum we have the Spurs whose GM still seems shell shocked after signing Scott Stevens to an ownership stake in the franchise and has opted to let the team “grow” together, much like I have done with my lawn : Weeds and all.
New Leafs Gm Chis Fet—oh nuts he quit—ke . I’m not sure this guy made it to lunch with the shareholders before he made three questionable deals and quit. The children of Ontario schools have to hope the teachers union had nothing to do with his attempt to move Duncan Keith.
If you live in Houston, BC, you’re about as happy about this year’s catastrophic Salmon run as you are in Houston’s performance. GM Todd Montgomery can blow smoke all he wants, but I think the smoke better served on the salmon this season. Smart bet is on the young, just like in the Salmon industry, he seems to have an eye for young talent (too bad his free agents signings are all old) all eyes on how he fairs in the draft.
It seems the mother of all bad decisions surrounds most GMs and their apparent inability to think back a season as the “Back up Goalie rule” seems to be overlooked – rumour has it Draco himself crafted the consequence of this rule—its good to know I am not the only one with a failing memory. In fact, maybe I am wrong. Maybe.
Last week I was eating an overpriced meal in an underserviced establishment when the dainty little thing that was passing for a server reminded me that I had opted for the steak and chose against the chicken – a decision I had made not 15 minutes before yet had no recollection of – I explained my indiscretion as resulting from the numbing effect I suffered as a result of reading a columnist chalk up 2/3rds of the players involved in a trade as worthless because they were unrestricted free agents. She felt bad, I could tell. So, she let me in on her own little hockey secret… what? You expect me to share, well than you must be reading my column for the first time.
If I thought there was any merit to it I wouldn’t but what does a mousy little air head like her know about hockey? According to my purveyor of over-priced meals league co commissioners Kevin Lapointe and Joshua Peterman had dined on the same swill I was suffering through not two nights before, during this rendez vous, according to the mouse Peterman was heard asking “what are your thoughts on raising the salary cap a little?” Lapointe apparently speechless dug his nails into the table, prompting a nervous Peterman to say “I know, of all people, to propose that, well, not to propose but to bring up the conversation…” the mouse being a mouse was far more nervous at the sight of Lapoints claws and that’s all she had to report… if you put much stock in mice.
Personally, I don’t. I bet I did order the chicken.
Cecil Garringer.
Cecil is a crusty ole’ bastard who likes to write editorials and call them his column, we publish them because we figure you can’t be as angry as him for as long as he has been without testing fate. So, essentially we expect each offering to be his last and every dog should have his day even a mange mutt that smells like bear nuts.