Saturday, May 16, 2009

Aggressive Behavior: It All Starts At the Top

I’m speaking of the goonish behavior of the Anaheim Ducks, of course. From Fox Channel 2 in Dee-troit:
DETROIT - As the Red Wings battled the Ducks on the ice Thursday night, there was a different battle going on in the press box.
[…]
While the players were on the ice exchanging handshakes, high above in an executive suite Ducks General Manager Bob Murray was seething over the controversial goal that ended his team's quest for the Stanley Cup.
A Detroit Police report lead to an assault investigation involving Murray. An upset and angry Murray, the report notes, picked up a high bar stool and hit 55-year-old Rachel Paris on the left chest, arm and shoulder area. She was treated by first aid personnel and interviewed by police.
Paris said in a phone interview she was in the press box working as a stage manager for a media outlet that she would not identify. A passionate Red Wings fan, Paris said Murray was apparently upset over her enthusiasm and used a stool on her to express his displeasure.
"I was taken to the boards by Bob Murray and survived the hit. I felt like I was cross-checked and I didn't even have the puck," said Paris.
Should Murray be charged with a criminal misconduct? Paris said "no" and declined to file a formal police complaint.
Heh. Truth really is stranger than fiction sometimes. Good on Ms. Paris for not pressing charges, though. Giving the story to the media is punishment enough.
(Photo credit: Fox2, Detroit)
(h/t: Kukla's Korner)

Today's Bitch, Moan, and Complaint

Aiiieee. Wal-Mart, Saturday afternoon.

I swear to the deity at hand that I'm gonna start doing my shopping after midnite, or at least that portion of my shopping that involves going to Wally-World. That way I'll be able to avoid those fat bitches that stand in the middle of the damned aisle surveying stacks of potato chips, unable to decide between Lay's barbecue or sour cream and onion, oblivious of the line of blocked shoppers forming to either side of them.

Not to mention the clue-free people who think shopping is a social event and also block the aisles by parking their carts adjacent to one another while screaming "Oh... HI! What HAVE you been up to?" while still MORE lines form in front and behind them. God knows they probably haven't seen each other since at least yesterday and MUST catch up right now.
So, you say "Excuse me..." and are rewarded with a "how DARE you interrupt me?" sort of glare. Un-bee-leeb-able, that.

And shall we talk about out-of-control curtain climbers? No, let's NOT. We've all been
there.

So: I'm resolved... it's after midnite for Wal-Mart from now on. The only thing I'll have to deal with then are the floor-moppers and stock-people, and they're a lot more considerate. To say the LEAST.

I feel much better now. That is all.

A Different Sort of Space Post

Via Chap, via Ed Driscoll... USAF parachutists setting world-record high altitude parachute jumps... ultimately from 39.6 kilometers above this blue marble we call Earth:

Jumping From Space from Mark Gray on Vimeo.


And that was in 1959 and 1960, Gentle Reader. Fascinating to say the VERY least, not to mention extraordinarily dangerous.

Amazement in Several Flavors

Well… about the above… there’s the literal and the metaphorical aspects to consider, eh? The literal:

Astronauts John Grunsfeld and Andrew Feustel have managed to remove a refrigerator-sized, mirror-packed instrument called COSTAR. It was installed in 1993 to correct Hubble's blurry vision, but is no longer needed because new instruments have the same corrections built in. They'll replace it with an instrument called the Cosmic Origins Spectrograph (COS), which is designed to detect the existence of filaments of dark matter that bind the galaxies and all visible matter together in a kind of invisible cosmic foam.

Then Grunsfeld will have to perform the most daunting task of the entire mission: He must repair the non-functioning Advanced Camera for Surveys (ACS), which was never designed to be repaired -- not on Earth and certainly not in space.

The spacewalker must extract 30 screws, remove a protective plate, and reach into the ACS with a specially designed tool that will clamp onto four sharp electrical circuit cards. He'll remove the cards -- being careful to keep his gloved hands away from any sharp edges -- and then install a new power source to the instrument.

Grunsfeld's task will be made all the more difficult by the awkward position of the instrument. He will not be able to face the screws head on, but rather from a 45-degree angle. A strut will partially block his vision.

Are you not amazed and mystified, Gentle Reader? I most certainly am. What an incredible age we live in!

Amazement of quite another sort, getting to the metaphorical aspect of the ‘toon:

Apparently President Obama models himself after "Star Trek" Capt. Jean Luc Piccard. They both want to travel through the universe with a personal empath to guide them.

[…]

Mr. Obama recently gave America a hint as to what he is looking for in a Supreme Court nominee. "I will seek somebody with a sharp and independent mind and a record of excellence and integrity. I will seek someone who understands that justice isn't about some abstract legal theory or footnote in a case book. It is also about how our laws affect the daily realities of people's lives - whether they can make a living and care for their families; whether they feel safe in their homes and welcome in their own nation. I view that quality of empathy, of understanding and identifying with people's hopes and struggles, as an essential ingredient for arriving at just decisions and outcomes."

[…]

Down this road of empathy lies a staircase of increasing evils: selective justice, favor seeking, outright prejudice and the meltdown of judicial impartiality and the respect for law.

If Mr. Obama succeeds, "We would have entered a strange new world, where everybody is equal but some are more equal than others," writes Thomas Sowell. "The very idea of the rule of law becomes meaningless when it is replaced by the empathies of judges."

There’s more… in a week-old op-ed from the Washington Times. I’m getting tired of saying it, but: elections have consequences. These sorts of consequences last two or more generations, though. (sigh)

―:☺:―

More strange weather. We’re on some sort of celestial yo-yo here on The High Plains of New Mexico when it comes to the weather of late. Here’s yesterday:

And now today:

It’s just NOT nice outside at the moment but I suppose things are better here than other places, where folks might be seriously considering ark construction. It’s been threatening rain all day here but nothing’s been delivered. I’m quite sure we could arrange a trade with any number of concerned farmers.

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Hockey… Damien Cox sez “The hockey’s been GOOD,” and I agree! Excerpts:

It was so close to perfect that it would have been greedy to ask for more.

How much better could the second round of the NHL playoffs have been? Not much, particularly with the overall quality of play so outstanding and with most games played at a blistering pace and ferocious level of competition.

To anyone who believes this league was better 10 years ago, or 30 years ago, well, go watch one of the games from those days, then compare it to what we saw between the Chicago Blackhawks and Vancouver Canucks, or between Anaheim and Detroit in what, at least in the short term, has replaced the Detroit-Colorado matchup as the best rivalry in the Western Conference.

Perfect, though? Not quite.

If you really want to be picky, you'd have to note that although the NHL came very, very close to having all four second-round series go the seven-game limit, it didn't quite happen. Chicago ended Vancouver's season in six contests, a game that felt in many ways like a do-or-die, seventh-game scenario, but wasn't.

The other three series did go to Game 7, which meant it was the first time in 23 years three of the conference semifinals went to seven games and the other lasted six.

[…]

The 27 second-round games, in general, showcased an excellent brand of the sport, albeit with some controversy and some borderline physicality, such as Walker's unnecessary fist to Ward's face and an ugly hit by Anaheim's Mike Brown early in that series that left Detroit's Jiri Hudler lying on the ice in a pool of blood.

But it's a high-speed sport that sometimes seems akin to watching a science project featuring electrons colliding in a high-speed chamber, and you can only get so much artistry in a sport moving that fast. Moreover, the heavy physical toll of the playoffs seems to be mounting, with every team that's eliminated reporting significant players who were competing with injuries that would have kept them out of regular-season play.

Mr. Cox is right. This year’s playoffs are among the VERY best in my hockey memory, which goes back nearly 25 years. What’s better is I’ve evolved from being a Red Wings fan to becoming a genuine hockey fan since I retired, which is mainly a function of my somewhat excessive “free” time. It takes a great deal of commitment… or borderline mental illness, depending on your POV… to watch every available game, every night. But that’s been me over the course of the last few weeks. And I’ve been handsomely rewarded with some of the best hockey I’ve ever seen.

The best is yet to come, of course. I love this time of year.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Gordie on Gordie

Gentle Reader Daphne accused Gentle Reader Andy, another hockey fan, and me of being “… a little boring when you go into all obsessed sports mode.” (I’m kinda-sorta assuming the last, about Andy) in comments to the post immediately preceding this one.

And yeah, Daphne’s right… so I’ll take a
mea culpa on that one. I realize only about three out of the six of you who regularly visit these parts of the inter-tubes give two hoots in Hell about hockey. But, that said, it’s only once a year when I go “all obsessed,” and only during the playoffs. I love the game, I love those Red Wings, and I love everything about them... past and present.
About which… Sports Illustrated recently did an interview with Mr. Hockey… the most famous Red Wing, ever. Even folks who don’t know much about hockey know who Gordie is, largely because of this:
SI.com: I was watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off the other day and your jersey was on the screen the whole time since Ferris' friend Cameron is wearing it. I was wondering if you knew that your jersey would be a part of the movie.
Howe: Oh yeah, I sent them the jersey. They asked me for the jersey and I sent it out. It was nice seeing the No. 9 on the big screen. I had a lot of proud moments in that jersey.
Only the terminally-incurious could have watched that movie without asking the question “Who is Howe?”, assuming they didn’t know. And I would assume many, many folks in the audience (outside of Detroit, that is) had no idea. I’m also assuming those same folks got educated. Or at least one would hope. But we digress. Here are the closing grafs in that interview, and a pic from same:
SI.com: Finally, I recently saw a picture of you when you when you played that one shift with the Detroit Vipers in 1997 when you were almost 70 to become the only person to play professional hockey in a sixth decade. Did you have any second thoughts while you were getting ready to go out there?
Gordie: No, it was fun. They weren't big enough to hurt me anyways. Half the guys I was playing against, I knew and played against, so it wasn't like I was with strangers. I worked out with a lot of the kids on both teams and we were there to raise money. I remember one guy got out of line and I nailed the [guy]. I went over the bench and I said, "Get out line and we'll play accordingly, so I suggest you keep your damn mouth shut."
SI.com: I would imagine that was the last time you had to deal with that guy.
Howe: Yes, it was. He got the message.
Heh. Mr. Hockey, nearly 70 years old at the time and still an intimidating presence. Read the whole thing… you’ll be glad you did. And you'll learn what a "Gordie Howe Hat Trick" is, if'n ya don't already know.
(h/t: George James Malik, writing at mlive.com)

Heh



Nope... not over yet. Bring on them YoungHawks.

(h/t: Kukla's Korner)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tweeting the Game

... Because I can.
BPenni: End of the 2nd with a flurry in front of the Wings net... Ozzie comes through with brilliant saves. Still 3-2. The 3rd will be awesome. (16 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Ducks come back on the PP; Perry gets a rebound. 3-2, Wings (19 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)Ducks come back on the PP; Perry gets a rebound. 3-2, Wings

BPenni: Selanne scores on a danged good play; Wings come back and make it 3-1. Filppula, yes!! (22 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Wings kill a brief 5-on-3, and the subsequent short 5-on-4 PP. Brilliant!!! (34 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)Wings kill a brief 5-on-3, and the subsequent short 5-on-4 PP. Brilliant!!!

BPenni: Oh, Dang. Stuart penalty for a hit on Selanne; "BS-BS!" chant erupts... 4-on-3 PP for Ducks. (37 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Ducks kill 5-on3, Hossa off for high-stick, 4-on-4 for 1:25. (40 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Beauchemin... delay of game. 22 sec 5-on-3 PP, Wings. (41 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Whitney off for high-stick. Wings on PP.

BPenni: Helm scores on a breakaway! That boy has JETS for skates! Wings up, 2-0. (52 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: End of the first... Wings 1, Ducks 0. (about 1 hour ago from TwitterGadget)End of the first... Wings 1, Ducks 0.

BPenni: Hudler SCORES!!! (about 1 hour ago from TwitterGadget)Hudler SCORES!!!

BPenni: Getzlaf off for slashing at 5:48. Wings on the pp. (about 1 hour ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: Wings kill the Ducks' PP, go on one of their own, fail to score. It's still early but Detroit lookin' good. (about 2 hours ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: I don't like the officiating already. Ducks have a 5-on-3 power play for 1:10. Sucks. (about 2 hours ago from TwitterGadget)

BPenni: We're underway! Season the line: GO WINGS! (about 2 hours ago from TwitterGadget)

The third period is underway...

Update:
BPenni: Ducks tie. Now it gets INTERESTING. (9 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

Update, final:
BPenni: Wings SCORE!! 3:00 to go! (3 minutes ago from TwitterGadget)

And we win. Yes!

On the Horns of a (Quite Minor) Dilemma

So... we're just in from what passes for The Grand Tour here on The High Plains of New Mexico, to wit...
P-Ville====> The Big(ger) CityTM ====> Cannon Airplane Patch ====> P-Ville
... and we're all re-stocked as far as El Pinto, beer, and yes... even food... goes. And everything in its proper place, too.

So here's the dilemma: It's SUCH a lovely day outside... which is to say mid-70s, relatively calm (a five mph breeze), and brighter than your average day elsewhere but quite the norm for these parts. The sort of day that has my deck chairs whispering "Buck.... Buck... we need you out here, we really DO." So... do I pop open a 1554, re-light the cigar I didn't quite finish on the way home, and indulge my inner sloth? Or do I complete the blog-rounds, begun this morning but not yet finished?

Complicating factor: Game Seven is being played in Dee-troit tonight and we'll have an early start-time, i.e., 1700 hrs local. Which... only two and a half hours away. Just about enough time for part of my remaining agenda today, but not all.

Well, I think you know how this story ends. As much as I love my blog-buds, The Great Outdoors and beer is a siren-song that's proving irresistible. I'll catch up later.

Really.

Twofer

Since everyone's talking about Star Trek...

Speaking of untrustworthy aliens...

OK, the last might have been a stretch, metaphor-wise. But Ramirez is his usual pointed, nod-your-head-north-south self. Both 'toons from the usual source.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Truth In Advertising

Just now...

Thanks, Buck (aka SN1)!

We now return to Happy Hour, already in progress.

"Growing Into the Job"

That's how Lex described it. I think so, too (from ABC News):
President Obama met with White House counsel Greg Craig and other members of the White House counsel team last week and told them that he had second thoughts about the decision to hand over photographs of detainee abuse to the ACLU, per a judge's order, and had changed his mind.

The president "believes their release would endanger our troops," a White House official says, adding that the president "believes that the national security implications of such a release have not been fully presented to the court."
I'll refrain from using the "stopped clock, twice a day" analogy. I'm simply glad the man made the correct decision. One would expect no less from the CinC.

Right Now

Sometimes I wonder about myself. Yesterday we hit 93 degrees and I never turned the air on; today I switched it on when it was barely 85. It's not the humidity today, either... which is characteristically low:

Maybe it's because I spent most of yesterday outdoors, puttering around doing this and that... and partaking of an extended Happy Hour before the hockey games began. Yesterday was just the perfect day for G&Ts... all that was lacking was a pool to sit beside and lovelies to ogle. But we made do.

Fugly...

Red Wings Pavel Datsyuk and Ducks captain Scott Niedermayer are separated after their fight following Game 6 of the Western Conference semifinals Tuesday night in Anaheim. The Ducks defested the Wings, 2-1, to force Game 7 Thursday night at Joe Louis Arena.
(JULIAN H. GONZALEZ/DFP)

...that’s what it was after the game last night:

Here’s Wyshynski (most links removed… except for the game recap):
Subtly has never exactly been a virtue for the Anaheim Ducks. It's the only franchise in NHL history to have self-identified as being "Mighty," before dumping the name and the cartoon colors for sinister black uniforms. It's also the only franchise in hockey to employ both a pugilist with a silent-movie villain's facial hair and a 6-foot-6 Viking warlord who occasionally lets his elbows do the talking.
So faced with elimination in Game 6 last night at home against the Detroit Red Wings, the only way the Ducks were going out was fighting: In the figurative sense, as they battled the Wings with renewed fortitude (and absolutely stellar goaltending from Jonas Hiller to extend the series to a Game 7 with a 2-1 win; and in the literal sense, as Game 6 ended with a bizarre collection of players traded blows after the final horn.
And Drew Sharp, from the Detroit Free Press:
They weren’t merely satisfied with a 2-1 win courtesy of rookie goalie Jonas Hiller’s brilliance. They wanted restitution for the Wings hammering away at their skull-and-crossbones reputation. But it was cowardly that they went after Datsyuk and Rafalski, who aren’t recognized as fighters.
I get it. It’s playoff hockey. It’s as much about surviving as winning and how far are you willing to push yourself in order to stay alive. And when you have two teams that truly loathe each other such as these two, there’s going to be some extracurricular mischief.
But this was tacky.
Winning remains the best revenge.
The last line is all too true. But there is a code in hockey. Well, old-time hockey. Here’s the Emotional Me about all this… I hope Helm or someone like him absolutely, positively kicks Niedermeyer’s ass from here to Sunday in the final minutes of Game Seven, win or lose. I’ve read that Darren McCarty has been called up from Grand Rapids, and I think it would be just frickin’ perfect if he did the deed. It needs doin’.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Heh

From Ducks Blog:
It can't end tonight.

It just can't.

[...]

As much as these Ducks will go into this one knowing it could be the last game of their season, Ducks fans need to approach it the same way. Forget about the annoying influx of red jerseys sprinkled throughout the arena tonight -- this place needs to be electric and it needs to be loud. Every Anaheim rush, every Wings penalty, every battle for the puck that goes the Ducks' way -- heck, even the introduction of the starters -- needs to be met with a deafening roar. Every attempt at a pro-Wings chant needs to be drowned out by an even louder Ducks one. It's on you, Ducks fans. As much as anyone, you need to show up tonight too.
Heh. Good luck with that. The fans can yell and scream all they want... it's the teams that are gonna decide it. We're just a little bit over five hours from the beginning of what I hope is the Duck's swan song. We'll be there... right in front of the teevee with our Winged Wheel sweater on, cheering as loud as we possibly can... coz I wanna see us take on those young Blackhawks and then whoever wins the East. I think another Stanley Cup parade is just what Dee-troit needs this year.

Angie



"... everywhere I look I see your eyes..."

REAL Hope

Via Lex… Letter of Amends from a Recovering Liberal in Berkeley. Just a couple of excerpts:


Dear friends, family, loved ones, conservatives, Republicans, libertarians, my brother in law, Sam, and my cousin Joe: I am sorry and you were right.

These are not easy words for anyone to utter, much less a leftist from Berkeley, or a recovering leftist, that is. Even though I've been in recovery for 14 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days, leftists are always right in your face, in an I-hate-you-if-you-disagree sort of way. Hence, this letter of amends to all the people I've lectured, scolded, ranted and raved at, and otherwise annoyed during my 30 plus years of "progressive" politics.

My recovery program urges a fierce moral inventory, a cleansing of heart and mind (kind of like a "forgiveness tour" but without the scary dictators), so here goes:

To my brother in law, Sam, for blasting you in that Chinese restaurant for voting for Reagan, mea culpa.

To my cousin Joe for calling you a traitor when you became an MBA, started holding a real job (as opposed to most of us Berkeley types who are psychotherapists, massage therapists and aromatherapists), and became a conservative, my bad.

RTWT. It gets better.

Well, there’s hope… and then there’s hopeychange. I think the hope that comes out of a conversion in Berkeley… of ALL places… is more powerful than that of the hopeychange variety. Methinks we just might be seeing more of these conversions in the near future... amongst thinking people, anyway. I’ve long since given up hope (there’s that word again!) where the People and Us readers are concerned.

Just sayin’.

Trendy... Or, What Goes Around Comes Around

We all have our quirks, habits, and a certain way of doing things. One of my quirks/habits is the fact I've worn only Levi's jeans since I was in my teens, and only Levi's 501s for about the last 25 years or so. I also did that Dr. Hook kinda thing back in the early ‘70s… which is to say:
I've got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans
Except there wasn’t a Cocaine Katy in my life (well, there wasn’t one who did embroidery work, anyway)… I did my own stuff for the most part, and it was less embroidery and more patching… with different colored swatches in paisleys, bright red, green, or whatever sort of rag was lying around. And hip store-bought patches too. My jeans needed patching, as I kept them until they were literally falling apart. But I came by all the holes, worn spots, rips, tears, and the like honestly. “Stone washed” and “aged” denim hadn’t appeared on the market… yet.
So… I’ve been known to buy my jeans direct from Mr. Strauss’ company out in SFO and I’m on their mailing list as a result. Here are a couple of shots from an ad in this morning’s in-box:
Heh. Commercially-provided age... complete with rips and tears… all yours, for a price. And note the frickin’ price in the second shot! One hundred eighty-five Yankee Dollars for “Tokyo Worn” jeans. By contrast, here’s a pic of “Portales Worn” jeans, which cost substantially less:
I think I’ll stay with the above. Alternatively… if you’d like to give me $185.00 for ‘em (size: 28x30), drop me a comment and let’s talk. I might could be persuaded.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Random... REALLY Random... Notes

Well. No Happy Hour today. Outside right now…

That graphic may be overstating the case, as my teevee sez it’s 54 degrees out. I was just outside to move the sprinkler around and it’s definitely chilly, but a lot warmer than the 46 degrees it was this morning when I got up. I wonder if I’ll have to fire up the furnace later on today/tonight. I'm thinking "yes."

―:☺:―

We broke in our new coffee pot this morning. The old one lasted 875 days… which, all things considered (read as: the HARD water hereabouts)… isn’t all that bad. The old pot gave up the ghost yesterday morning, requiring three hits of the brew button to successfully complete the brew cycle. I’ve decided to be kinder to the new device and will only put store-bought spring water through its innards. That should extend its life somewhat… even though I was fairly conscientious about cleaning the old pot with vinegar every month or so.

Oh… and just how did I know the old pot’s age, down to the day? By going here and punching in the appropriate dates. Handy lil site, that.

―:☺:―

Weirdness… Something strange has happened over the course of the last week. I’ve begun dreaming. Vivid dreams. Dreams that wake me up because of their intensity. The weird thing is I’ve never remembered my dreams throughout my entire life, with rare exceptions. I’ve read that everyone dreams… it’s just that some people don’t remember them… and that used to be me, until this past week. And now, all of a sudden here they are… in the most bizarre incarnations imaginable. I suppose “bizarre” is all in one’s mind, the inner workings of such being stranger in some folks than others.

But what else would you call a dream wherein you get into a bloody fist-fight with your ex-’s (relatively) new husband on account of said ex- asked you to be her Lamaze coach because “you did such a good job the first time?” And said ex- is well beyond an age where being “with child” is most certainly improbable if not impossible, let alone the fact that we rarely lay eyes upon one another. That was last night… and I sat straight up in bed once the blows started being exchanged.

Bizarre… and that’s just the tip o’ the iceberg. I know… TMI.

Performances

Just in case you missed the annual White House Correspondents’ Dinner this past Saturday, C-SPAN has video of the speeches delivered by the headliner, Wanda Sykes, and The One hisownself. I thought Sykes was over the frickin’ top with her routine and I’m not the only one. Even some liberal Dems said as much, to their everlasting credit. While Sykes didn’t begin to approach the hatchet-job delivered by Stephen Colbert at the Correspondents’ Dinner a few years ago… she came close. I watched her whole speech and I was not amused. In fact I'm sufficiently incensed that I won’t even link her “performance.” It’s out there and it ain’t too hard to find if you feel you just have to watch. My opinion? Don’t bother.

I will, however, link the President’s speech. Regular readers know I don’t care for The One’s politics or his policies. Obama delivers a good speech… if nothing else… and his performance on Saturday night was pretty danged good, what with its partisan shots and some mildly self-deprecating humor. The one-liner I liked best concerned his accomplishments during his first 100 days, which included “being named the top auto executive of the year by Car and Driver.” Ouch.

The linked video of the speech is about 16 and a half minutes long and is worth your time... whether you like The One or not.

(Update 1245 hrs with full disclosure: I edited a few awkward constructions out of the previous paragraph after a re-read. Stream o' consciousness writing doesn't always work.)

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Detroit's Darren Helm goes for the loose puck against Chris Pronger during their 4-1 win over Anaheim in game 5 of the Stanley Cup playoffs between the Detroit Red Wings and the Anaheim Ducks on Sunday, May 10, 2009 at Joe Louis Arena in Detroit.
(KIRTHMON F. DOZIER/DFP)

Hockey stuff, beginning with yesterday’s Wings-Ducks game… here’s Mark Whicker, writing in the Orange County Register:

DETROIT -- No, the Ducks really were paying attention. They proved it after Game 5. If not during.

Todd Marchant: "At times it looked like we didn't want the puck."

Teemu Selanne: "We had no business being in that game. We weren't mentally prepared."

James Wisniewski: "We can't play like it's Game 38 of the regular season."

Instead, it might well have been Game Next-To-Last of the whole season, this 4-1 loss to the Red Wings that shoved the Ducks into a 2-3 hole in the NHL Western Conference semifinals, with Game 6 in Anaheim on Tuesday.

Just as a historical note, Detroit hasn't lost a Game 7 in Joe Louis Arena since the San Jose series in 1994. Not that the Red Wings have really needed many Game 7s, with their assembly line of puck-carrying talent. Mikael Samuelsson, for example, had 19 regular-season goals. On Sunday he was on Mike Babcock's fourth line.

But the Ducks have gotten past Detroit's skill masters before, by doing everything they said they didn't do Sunday. The shots-on-goal column can deceive, but this one was eloquent and accurate: Detroit, 38-17, including 20 of the first 24 and 15 of the final 20.

The Wings have won the past two games by a combined 10-4, or since Marian Hossa's apparent tying goal Tuesday was blown dead because the referee lost the puck.

The shots-on-goal avalanche in this series now favors Detroit, 223-138.

And it goes on like that elsewhere. Mr. Whicker ain’t the only one who thinks the Ducks might be out come this Tuesday. He has company in ESPN’s Pierre LeBrun who calls the Ducks “worn down” and the Toronto Globe and Mail’s Tim Wharnsby, who says, in part:

The Ducks certainly appear to be a worn-down bunch. Forward Ryan Getzlaf, who was battling the flu earlier last week, and his linemate Cory Perry get the bulk of the ice time up front, while the Wings roll four lines.

Only the Wings' lack of finish (they hit two goals posts and a crossbar) prevented the score from being more lopsided. The Ducks were sluggish early on and even after coach Randy Carlyle shuffled his lines, they could not build on a Ryan Whitney power-play goal late in the second period to make the score 2-1.

So… is it over? Not yet. It’s a hockey truism that the last win is the toughest one. We’ll see on Tuesday night.

In other hockey news… the Bruins won convincingly on home ice last night over the Hurricanes by a score of 4-0 to remain alive in their series. What was that Churchill said about the prospect of imminent death focusing the mind like nothing else? Let’s hope the Ducks ain’t reading the same play-book as the B’s. We know they ain’t drinking the same water. I think.

And the Pens took the lead in their series over Washington this past Saturday, in a match-up that just might be the most interesting contest in these playoffs. Hell, even the Wall Street Journal took notice of this one (in what is essentially a love letter to Ovechkin)… which just might be the first article about hockey ever printed in that august rag. It’s the first one I remember, anyway. Worth a read, that one. My favorite bit:

In Washington, where the Capitals have long been the poor stepchild to football's Redskins, Mike Kardash, an attorney in Gainesville, Va., dumped his Redskins tickets two seasons ago and began attending more Capitals games. "It's just more fun to watch," he says, comparing Mr. Ovechkin to longtime Redskins linebacker LaVar Arrington, for his bruising hits and speed. Mr. Ovechkin, he says, "he's why people go."

Heh. I LOVE stuff like that... the bit about dumping football, that is. But when it comes to Ovechkin... I'm a big AO fan, too. You can't watch that guy play without being impressed with both his skill and exuberance, particularly the latter.

Just so we cover ALL the bases (to mix our sports metaphors), I need to mention the Hawks won… in Vancouver… on Saturday, as well. They play at home tonight and might be the first of the remaining teams to advance to a conference final. They sure looked impressive in Vancouver.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Right Now


Yep... Gin & Tonic season is upon us, what with the onset of warm weather. As you can see from the image below, the WX is cooperating, the Wings game is on my Very Expensive Radio (aka: a streaming feed from 97.1 out of DEE-troit on my peesee), and the Wings are up 2-1 at the second intermission. Life is good.

Let's hope it stays that way.

Update, 1740 hrs: Yes, a good day indeed. Wings 4, Ducks 1... the Wings can put 'em away this coming Tuesday. But right now it's time to watch the Bruins and the 'Canes. I don't have a dog in that fight, but SN1 wants the 'Canes to win and go ALL the way... coz he'll definitely be traveling up to Raleigh to watch the Finals, assuming the Wings get there. Like it's said... there's a LOT of hockey to be played before we get to the finals. But it sure looks good for the Wings, at the moment.