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Thirsty Thursday

18 October 2012

tUMD 3, Racist Mascots 1

(Yes, I know, no recap of the Saturday night game, fail, whatever.)

Ah, back to hockey over the internet. I guess I’ve been spoiled. For one weekend. Tonight my head is a little fuzzy as I’ve got a cold, so this won’t be up to its usual quality. Which means it’s going to be extra terrible.

UMD got on the board finally, very very late in the period, only 2 seconds to go in fact, after the Racist Mascots attempted to decapitate Caleb Herbert. If this was the NHL, he’d be SHANABANNED! Except, if this was the NHL, we would all be stuck watching baseball as there would be no game. Hooray for college hockey and the free labor of college athletes! UMD somehow only got 3 minutes of the major penalty because the refs decided to even it up for the first 2 minutes. Stupid. Notre Dame took a penalty later in the power play and CAL DECOWSKI!!!!!!!, aka Gretzky 2, scored just as I had given up on the period. Faith: restored!

In the second period, tUMD scored again just after a penalty kill had expired, when Dan Delisle got a breakaway off the bench and scored. He then turned green, grew so large he busted out of his jersey and gear, and yelled “DELISLE SCORE!!!!!!!!!” Justin Crandall scored a little bit later, and then except for one little defensive lapse on the PK that resulted in a Notre Dame goal, the game was over.

Matt McNeely made his first start for the Dogs (remember he’s already played AGAINST the Dogs) and was sharp. Like I said, the only goal came on some defensive boneheadedness, and McNeely weathered some major storms. Not too bad, getting a W in your first start against a good opponent.

Tomorrow, UMD sweeps the Leprechauns all the way back to their cathedral in France!

First Time For Everything

15 October 2012

tUMD 2, Red Menace 0

Confused? I hope not. The UMD women played Wisconsin this weekend at home, and swept them 2-0 Saturday and 1-0 Sunday. Saturday afternoon I went down to the game to cheer on the Dogs.

This is the first time I’ve written a women’s game recap. I don’t really know how it’s going to go. You see, this may come as a surprise to you, but I don’t really know that much about hockey. Sometimes I think I’m getting to be a better hockey mind, and then my brother makes some observation I never would have seen and I realize I’m pretty much useless.

So most of what I do is a lampoon, and I don’t feel much like lampooning women’s hockey. Not even the opponents. There are plenty of people who make fun of women’s hockey, and they are not light-hearted about it. I don’t really want to add to that, even though when I’m writing silly articles or using Photoshop in evil ways, I’m doing it with love. (This love applies only to Bulldogs, of course.) I feel compelled to try to cover women’s hockey better than I have so far, but I’m not quite sure what that will look like.

Well, we’ve got to start somewhere, so I guess a game recap will suffice.

Attending a women’s hockey game is different than attending a men’s game in a lot of respects. One can sit pretty much wherever one chooses to sit, as it is general admission (although there may be some assigned seating, it wasn’t clear.) The student section is empty, so if there were any student fans present, they weren’t making up cheers about prophylactics or Michael Vick or Journey. No one booed the Badgers when they took the ice, and to MeanEgirl’s delight, the fans did not shout BULLDOGS over the end of the Star-Spangled Banner. People still booed the refs. Some things never change.

UMD scored very early on into the game, when Comrade Rigsby fell down and Brienna Gillanders tapped it past the frantic Bucky defenders. At intermission they played the clip of the goal over and over again, and it was quite comical. Ok, here I am, already making fun of someone. I am really mean. But, watch for yourself. It’s always funny when goalies fall over.

A little more than halfway through the first period, tUMD got a too-many-women penalty (see? No difference between the men’s and women’s teams here!) and a little over a minute after that, Jamie Kenyon had a SOMEWHAT IFFY hooking call. And by SOMEWHAT IFFY I mean not at all a hook and if anything a trip and it wasn’t even that. So the last thing I wanted was to see the Dogs go down 2 players to Wisconsin and the very dangerous Brianna Decker. So, I panicked. Then I panicked more when Zoe Hickel was called for a CFB and kicked out of the game. The major PK was split between the first and second periods, with just over three minutes in the first. It was so nice to be able to panic all through the intermission! Lovely!

But, the Bulldogs killed off that penalty, but still had to face 38 more minutes of hockey with only 8 forwards, as they only had 3 lines at the beginning of the game. (And, ahem, UMD men, if you found yourselves tired on Saturday night, your fellow Bulldogs managed to avoid giving up any goals this weekend while rolling only 3 lines both games. Just sayin’. But we’ll get to that in another post.) I sat with Larry R, former Gauntlet victim, for the rest of the game, since he had finished wishing for death taking photos in the suicide box between the benches. We had a nice chat even though he is a Badger fan for women’s hockey for some unknown reason.

I panicked throughout the third period, knowing that Wisconsin could be lethal at any moment. Just ask Mankato State. The last thing I wanted was a chance for Wisconsin to pull the goalie and tie things up. Apparently that was the last thing Jenna McParland wanted too, because she crashed the net and banked the puck in up and over Comrade Rigsby’s right pad and put the Bulldogs up 2-0 with 2:50 to go.

Bucky didn’t pull their goalie until there were only 37 seconds left in the game, which was really strange. Larry asked why Mark Johnson wasn’t pulling Rigsby and I commented that perhaps he was channeling the 1980 Soviet coach. Kayla Black was able to stand tall and get her first collegiate win and first collegiate shutout. Very exciting!

Anyone who tells you women’s hockey is too slow, or too boring, is just looking for excuses. There is no reason not to get into the game. Women’s hockey is too slow? Well, high school boys’ hockey isn’t exactly light speed. Nor is a lot of men’s college hockey, compared to the pros. While checking isn’t allowed (there were no checking penalties in this game), there is still a physicality to the game, but without the sometimes violent undertones that accompany men’s games. Coaches are a little more creative, so one doesn’t see the same tired old neutral zone trap, box PK, 2-2-1 schemes. I was less raucous than I am at the men’s games, but pretty much all I yell at men’s games is mean stuff. I don’t really feel that bad about yelling mean things at guys who are pretty much worshiped like gods or kings on campus and in their communities, and draw crowds 10 times larger than the crowd at AMSoil on Saturday. But even though I was better behaved, that didn’t mean I wasn’t leaping to my feet when Jenna scored that second goal, clutching the armrests and wincing during tense moments, or hooping and hollering when the clock ran down and the shutout was intact.

Congratulations to the Bulldogs on their double shutout sweep of Wisconsin! That’s no small feat! Now let’s get that offense going and start tearing into the WCHA!

Somebody That I Used To Know

13 October 2012

tUMD 6, Bad Seeds 2

I guess that game answers a few questions, doesn’t it? We can immediately extrapolate this one game onto the entire season. National championship, here we come!!!

Okay, hee, yes, it was just one game. One beautiful, glorious, joyful game to open the season. Sometimes during the summer I wonder if I’ll be able to sustain the level of fanglee I have had for almost a decade. It takes a lot of time and energy to freak the you-kn0w-what out 40 or so times a season. I’m not even talking about blogging here, I’m talking about the simple routine of getting in my car, driving to Duluth, panicking for a few hours, sleeping somewhere uncomfortable (like the back of a Volkswagen), panicking again, and then driving home. You should see all the gray hairs I have.

Then the season creeps up and the excitement starts to return and by about 6:00 PM on game day I am simply frothing at the mouth like Old Yeller ready for the puck to drop. And here we go, I’m energized for another season.

Of course, it was easy to be re-energized when I saw my team beat the everlasting crap out of an opponent.

tUMD started off the game remembering members of the Bulldog “family” who were lost during the off-season, including Dick Stewart, and then dropped windsocks from the rafters in Dick’s honor. It was a wonderful and sweet moment and I was even more proud to be a Bulldog fan.

And then the game. The team with all the question marks and doubt surrounding its offense came out and put 6 pucks in the net against a former Bulldog. In the first shift of his first game, practically in the first minute of his first game and the first seconds of his first shift, Austin Farley scored the first goal of his Hobey Baker 2015 campaign. Rocco who?

THE Ohio State scored on a PP a little later and I got slightly concerned, but Joe Basaraba responded and then tUMD got a PPG of their own when Mike Seidel put yet another puck past Hjelle 20 seconds after Joe had. Can we just discuss how awesome Seidel is for a minute. I mean, yes, I am biased, he is one of my favorites and has been since before he arrived, but I don’t think this guy ever stops trying to get a goal. Ever. He is absolutely relentless.

THE Ohio State got a 2-minute 2-man advantage a few minutes later and tUMD defended it beautifully. tUMD has an extremely talented defence, as well as excellent defensive forwards like Cody Danberg and Jake Hendrickson, and Crandall was rock solid. The second unit Sandy sent out included Andy Welinski and I loved it. I loved that he was thrown out there to the wolves (or seeds, in this case) and he handled it like he was, I don’t know, Wade Bergman or something. The game could have easily been 3-2 at the very least, but instead they killed off both penalties and goaded THE Ohio State into a few of their own.

Herbert and Justin Crandall made a nifty little play with one too many passes, which should have been a goal, but wasn’t, and I shouted “Baby Crandall, you are on my fantasy team, you’ve gotta shoot that puck!” Never mind that it wasn’t a league game so I wouldn’t have gotten Coug points, it could happen in a league game! Really, he should have taken the shot, but those two were just setting us up for a few minutes later when birthday boy Herbert made a pass on his stomach to J. Crandall and he did not miss that time, making it 4-1 and making the fans clamor for ice cream. I always shout a lot about ice cream but I never actually go get it. I don’t really like Culver’s. Plus we should call it custard, isn’t that their thing?

The second period was a typical Bulldog second period and the less said about it the better. For all of Biddco’s and my talk about Hjelle’s five hole… the only really bad five hole goal belonged to Mr. Crandall. But it was really his only mistake of the game and thus he is forgiven.

In the third tUMD got another goal from Seidel, on the PP, and then got their own two-man advantage and made THE Ohio State pay almost immediately, this time on a goal from Andy Welinski. So that was two freshmen getting ginos tonight, if you’re keeping a tally at home. Sadly, the Bulldogs couldn’t convert the PAT and the game ended 6-2, but not before THE Ohio State got another long two-man advantage and again failing to score. And then THE Ohio State gooned it up and then before I knew it, I was singing along to Holiday Road and grinning ear to ear.

I guess my Peanut Butter Hjelle Time shirt had another win left in it!

Peanut Butter Reunion Time!

11 October 2012

tUMD opens the season with tOSU, in a battle of the small ts. In case you didn’t know the origin of the “t” in tUMD was a parody of THE Ohio State University’s insistence on being referred to as THE Ohio State University. THE whole world thinks that is THE stupidest thing they have ever heard, but THE Ohio State University, situated in THE horrible state of Ohio, had to do something to make itself feel special.

THE Ohio State University brings along two former Bulldogs, in former assistant coach THE Steve Rohlik and former goalie THE Brady Hjelle.

Ahem.

I feel somewhat weird about Hjelle coming back to town with the enemy troops. First of all, we don’t want him to go all Adam Coole on us (TM Beersong). Second of all, there’s that whole PBHjT shirt thing.

Yes, the shirts. All three hundred or so of them. Collectors’ items now! It does seem a little strange that a guy could leave a school after fans made and bought t-shirts for him. I mean, how many other players can say that? (And no, Dirty’s one-off t-shirts do not count.) But that season was still an absolute blast, with the banana and Kelly Clarkson and all that. So, alas, I made t-shirts (and a Christmas post) for a guy who quit the team. It’s not too tragic. I also ruined my hair bleaching it for the Frozen Four and that worked out nicely. Except it’s still a little jacked up.

tOSU started off really hot last year and then completely tanked and won only one game in 2012. I know I can rely on the Bulldogs to ensure that remains true. (Exhibition games do not count.) End scouting report.

tOSU also employs two of the most terrifying figures in all of college sports, and possibly all of everything:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brutus Buckeye, seen here being sexually assaulted by some sort of lion, possibly Nittany (quelle suprise!). (Photo, Neal C. Lauron.)

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Head coach Mark Osiecki, Prince of Darkness.

It should be a frightening weekend. For them.

Cougar Town

9 October 2012


Part of the fallout from College Hockey Armageddon is the contraction of Team Cougar. Though it looks like the league we’re in will continue with the NCHC, since MEg and her Huskies will be staying in the WCHA, we are shutting the team down. It just won’t be the same.

So here’s the final lineup of Team Coug, in draft order:
Mark Zengerle, F, UW
Matt White, F, UNO
Caleb Herbert, F, UMD
Joel Rumpel, G, UW
Andrej Sustr, D, UNO
Eriah Hayes, F, MSUM
Blake Pietila, F, MTU
Andy Welinski, D, UMD
Nick Seeler, D, UNO
Mike Reilly, D, UMTC
Milos Gordic, F, MTU
Quentin Shore, F, DU
Alex Petan, F, MTU
Derek Lee, F, UW
Justin Crandall, F, UMD
Pheonix Copley, G, MTU

Fantasy MacNaughton, here we come!!!

It’s the End of the World As We Know It

4 October 2012

That’s great, it starts with Penn State, pucks and skates,
the WCHA – Terry Pegula’s not afraid.
End of a hockey era, Huntsville always gets spurned,
Schools serve their own needs, Big Ten serves their own needs.
Feed it to an off wing, grind, cycle, check,
Bloggers start to chatter with fear that might makes right.
Don Adam’s hired, representing eight teams, WCHA commissioner’s a liar, NCHC’s lame website.
Rest of west are regrouping in a hurry with the furies breathing down their necks.
Team by team fans are baffled, whine, gripe and mock.
Look at the mistakes!
Fine, then. Uh oh, I don’t know, speculation, Tech fans get rude, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
Schools serve their own needs, watch games on a $90 feed
Tell me with the rapture, UND fans are always in the right – right?
You vitriolic, psychotic, score, fight, goal light, feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Seven o’clock – drop the puck. Big 10 fans out of luck.
Saturday, tape delay, what’s the radio say?
Cashing in, backstabbing, rebranding, blood letting.
Every motive monetary. Little schools’ future’s scary.
Football games, day games. Step down, step down.
See CCHA crush, crushed.
Uh-oh, this means no fear hockey’s here.
Won’t shed any tears! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer teams solutions, offer teams alternatives and they decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of fights, UND and Gophers divide. End of a big rivalry.
Guy Gadowsky. Barry Alvarez. Tom Anastos and Bruce MacLeod.
MacNaughton Cup, Final Five, Target Center, boom!
You’re idiotic, wax rhapsodic, what the heck, right? Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Are We There Yet?

1 October 2012

Why yes, that is my cat, lying on top of about a thousand dollars’ worth of game worn jerseys, patiently waiting for the season to start. Next week, my comrades, next week. We will make it. And just to assure you, I am officially making this the first post in the “9th Season” category. Or, as we shall refer to it in later years, “The Year We Won Our Second National Championship.”

NBOTB

19 September 2012

Hey folks! Back to back posts, how could this be?

A new UMD blog was born today, Bulldog Country! Very exciting. I am not sure of his style of writing yet or what sort of site it will be, but let’s all clickety click and get him some support.

I have updated my sidebar with that blog as well as a few others, and I have deleted a lot of blogs that have not had activity in years. Let’s have a moment of silence for them. If I am missing any important links, let me know!

All Atwitter

18 September 2012

Now that I have ranted about how to correctly use social media, I thought I’d give you a list of relevant Bulldog hockey twitter accounts. Please let me know if I am missing someone or have spelled something incorrectly. I have not included locked accounts, out of respect for the individual’s privacy. (Thanks to Dave H. for the help!)

Current Men’s Players
Joe Basaraba: @joebasaraba
Wade Bergman: @badewergman28
Tony Cameranesi: @tonycam93
Chris Casto: @fidelcrusto
Willie Corrin: @gandpabill5
Aaron Crandall: @arod_crandall
Justin Crandall: @jcrandall25
Cal Decowski: @decow7
Dan DeLisle: @dannydelisle10
Austin Farley: @dabugz11
Keegan Flaherty: @keeblernation14
Alex Fons: @alex_fons
Caleb Herbert: @guyheyber21
Derik Johnson: @djaans6
Adam Krause: @adamkrause26
Luke McManus: @lukemcmanus22
Matt McNeely: @mattmcneely30
Drew Olson: @drolson8
Mike Seidel: @seids_17
Max Tardy: @max_tardy
Andy Welinski: @awelinski
Austin Young: @austynyoung

Current Women’s Players
Kayla Black: @kblack_01
Karissa Grapp: @karissagrapp
Brigette Lacquette: @briglacquette
Katie Wilson: @katie_wilson9
Pernilla Winberg: @pernillawinberg

Former Men’s Players
Rob Bordson: @robbordson
JT Brown: @jtbrown23
Jack Connolly: @jackconn12
Mike Curry: @drmichaelcurry
Justin Faulk: @justinfaulk27
Justin Fontaine: @j_fontaine37
Jordan Fulton: @jordanfulton23
Christian Gaffy: @cgaff30
Jason Garrison: @jasongarrison5
David Grun: @grun27
Jim Johnson: @jimjohnson06
Nick Kemp: @kemper19
Scott Kishel: @kishsicks
Brady Lamb: @lamber_2
Evan Oberg: @evan_oberg
Travis Oleksuk: @toleksuk11
Shjon Podein: @spodein
Mason Raymond: @21masonraymond
Kenny Reiter: @reiter35
Tim Stapleton: @Bluce_Reee

Former Women’s Players
Kacy Ambroz: @kacyambroz
Emmanuelle Blais: @mblais47
Iya Gavrilova: @iya_gavrilova
Tara Gray: @tarasgray
Elin Holmlov: @eholmlov
Erika Holst: @erikaholst
Kim Martin: @kimmartin86
Caroline Ouellette: @couellette13
Jenny Potter: @jennypotterusa or @jennypotter12
Saara Tuominen: @saaratuominen

Future Players
Brett Boehm: @boehmsquad12
Blake Heinrich: @heiny16
Karson Kuhlman: @k_kuhlman20
Dan Molenaar: @dmoles07
Kyle Osterberg: @osterberg9
Jared Thomas: @jaredthomas_10
Dom Toninato: @domtoninato19

Staff
Champ: @umdchamp
Christian Koelling: @crkoelling
Derek Plante: @plante26
UMD Athletics: @umdbulldogs
UMD Men’s Hockey: @umdhockey

Media
Greg Chandler: @sportsguygregc
Matt Christians: @bulldog_country
Bruce Ciskie: @bruceciskie
Andrew Craig: @collegehockeyhh
Eric Gullickson: @gullysports
Zack Friedli: @zackfriedli
Tom Hansen: @tomhansensports
Laura Kennedy: @laurakennedy20
Kevin Pates: @patesonskates

Nine Lives or: The Blog That Wouldn’t Die

14 September 2012

I dreamed a dream in time gone by…

Last night I had a dream that I was on the UMD men’s hockey team. Why the men’s team? I don’t know. Not important. Anyway, it appears my subconscious is modest and humble, because instead of giving me Jack Connolly-style moves, I had the same skating and stickhandling ability I have in real life. Which is the skill set of a below-average four year old. How the hockey team got to such a sad state that I would make it on a checking or energy line, I couldn’t say. Clearly that was not important.

Anyway, we (and here I can say “we” and actually mean it, because within the dream world I really was on the team, not just living vicariously through the players!) were playing UAH and really sucking and so the score was tied. I know it’s really hard at this point in the story to tell fiction from reality, but this is the dream we’re talking about. So I got really angry during the game (again, this is the dream, not reality, though it is hard to tell) and started slashing one of the UAH players. Repeatedly. In the face. While the ref was standing behind me watching. Something I would never, ever do. I am not an idiot. I would wait until the refs were not looking, then taunt the angry fans who clamored for a penalty. Oops, forgot, this was against UAH, they have no fans. Also, even though I was hacking away at this guy’s face (and he was NOT wearing a face shield), it didn’t actually hurt him, which was disappointing and probably didn’t help Dream Me’s frustration. Somehow I only ended up with a double minor (rather than expulsion from the team and criminal charges), but UAH scored on the PP and we lost 3-2 and it was all my fault, although no one blamed me because all my teammates liked me. (As a friend. It was not that kind of dream.)

I know this is really weird, but if it comes to you as a surprise that 1. I am weird and 2. I dream about hockey, then either welcome to my site, enjoy your inaugural visit, or sorry about the accident, I hope you get your memory back. The weather is cooling off, I’ve got my season tickets in my possession, and I’m dreaming about hockey. It’s about time for the season to start!

In typical me fashion, I have also been lazy and not posted, and I have failed to acknowledge my blog’s anniversary, yet again. This will be my ninth season, which means I’ve been at this crap for 8 years (but I got confused and thought this was my 9-year anniversary and came up with the title, which I liked and am now forcing to work.) Happy 8.033 year anniversary, everyone!