>Yin/Yang
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For the pessimists:
That’s all you’re getting tonight, folks. (And blah, internets were down so I’m just now posting this, sorry.)
>The Upside of Anger
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Tonight MY GUY DREW OLSON GOT HIS FIRST BULLDOG GOAL!!!!!!!!!!
A Google search for “Drew Olson UMD” yielded
1. Hakstol flipping the bird.
2. the Ski Hut logo
3. This:
Quelle coïncidence!
>Doin’ the Dougie
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I want a “Teach Me How To Dougie” Wooger t-shirt. Someone out there in RWD-land must know how to find them. I need to purchase one ASAP.
>The Tygers
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Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake
That’s a lovely poem. I was inspired to write some more.
Haiku
Goal! Connolly from
Connolly and Fontaine. And
the Bulldogs win it!
Limerick
There once was a player named Brown
Who liked to shut opponents down
On goalies he’d score
Check others into the boards
And make all of them look like a clown.
Elegy
The Golden Gopher once stood for glory
Its players were proud and brave
And now the players who wrote that story
Have all gone into the grave.
Couplet
Brett Hextall found his hair and hat
Jared Allen could have told him that.
Acrostic
For every shot he lets fly on
An
Unlucky goaltender, we Bulldog fans see how
Lucky we would be to
Keep him for another year.
Cinquain
Hockey
Fast, crazy
Skating, shooting, scoring
We need a win
Bulldogs
Sonnet
Bulldog hockey ebbs and flows
Its rabid fanbase shrinks and grows
We yell we scream we chant we cheer
We razz we boo we taunt we jeer
We think about what might have been
Had not we choked when in Boston
Had Fonz not been ruled in the crease
Had Kosti been tethered with a leash
We go to games when it’s minus-twenty
Dear players, we have suffered plenty
Don’t you think this year’s the one
To go the distance on a playoff run
What’s not important is the manner
In which you go and get that banner!
>Huh?
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Well, good for him! Also on his team are Jordan Fulton and former Princeton goalie Zane Kalemba. I wonder if ol’ Zaney still has nightmares about Evan Oberg.
>Agitating
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You know what I love?
Winning.
You know what makes winning even sweeter?
Irritating opposing fans.
Last night’s game started in typical (of late) Bulldog fashion. Eriah (horrible name) Hayes scored on a delayed penalty just over two minutes into the game. Weak. Mike Seidel made up for his penalty with a goal later in the period and we managed to get out of the first period even steven. Chad Huttel took a tripping penalty for a hip check that apparently the cave-dwellers in Mankato thought was kneeing.
Now for the irritation.
Mankato Coach Troy Jutting is known for three things: coaching goons, chain smoking, and whining constantly to the referees. And of course he started in his ref whining. And since I was within earshot of Jutting, I decided he needed a taste of his own medicine. And also to remind him that he needs to have a smoke. And people didn’t like it! This horrible old hag behind me was just so offended. “You just don’t go after a coach,” she whined. “I always had a good impression of Duluth fans until now.” Well, lady, I’ve never had a good impression of your fans, so you only cemented my opinion. I laughed at her passive-aggressive comments to her seatmates. I’d be embarrassed if Sandelin behaved the way Jutting did, not defensive of it.
At the end of the period Jutting decided to bend the ears of the referees again and we decided to remind the refs that they don’t have to listen. And the Mankato fans didn’t like that either. Hey, have a little respect for your Zamboni drivers. They need to get the ice re-surfaced.
In the second period tUMD took the lead on a JT Brown goal and then had a completely disastrous turnover to allow Mankato to tie it up. Guys, come on. Enough of that crap. PROTECT THE PUCK!!! HOLY CRAP!!!
Mike Seidel got his 2nd goal of the game (yeah for Team Coug!!!) on a power play just before it expired, which is always great. It’s demoralizing for the killing team. And Trent Palm had an assist! Always great to see. Justin Faulk put the puck in the net on the next power play but it was waved off due to goaltender interference. Some Mankato fans decided to call tUMD cheaters, but failed to remark that, as they were on the penalty kill, they were also cheaters. MCON scored a legit goal on the next PP and then the period ended.
And the refs didn’t even talk to Jutting! They just skated off while Jutting waited, shaking his head. Hilarious. Best decision they made all night!
In the 3rd, JT Brown scored another goal, making two players with two goals in the game, and then Justin Fontaine laid the hammer down. By that point, pretty much all the Mankato fans around me had left, which was so unfortunate! I wanted them to witness my glee! Although they witnessed plenty of glee from the SIX!!! SIX!!!!! SIX! goals we scored, so there’s that. Also, to further solidify my high opinion of the people behind me, apparently while it is not ok to rib a coach, it is ok to mock a player for getting checked from behind into the boards (which should have been a five minute major, but the refs were just bizarre all weekend.)
The game could have been much closer, as Mankato fanned on two WIDE FREAKING OPEN NETS and Crandall was NOT on his game. Dear Sandelin, NO MORE GOALIE ROTATION.
Today is Hockey Day in America so I’m chilling watching the Wild followed by the Canadiens. Yay!
>Superstitions
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Apparently I’m into YouTube postings.
Why. Why must this happen!? Why am I forced to write posts openly advocating suicide as a viable alternative to watching or listening to another second of passionless, poorly executed Bulldog hockey?
It’s totally my fault! Here’s why.
1. Last weekend I didn’t wear a jersey for EITHER game. And today I didn’t put on a jersey til we were down 2-0! If I’d been wearing the jersey it would have been… tied.
2. I bought Frozen Four tickets and tDogs totally tanked almost directly after that happened.
I’m sorry. I’m totally sorry. I’m working on it. See below.
The Wild won and Tech won so all was not lost. And tomorrow I’m going to Mankato and will probably hang myself if we lose.
Have a good night!
P.S. JT Brown, stick to scoring goals. This other crap isn’t helping, and it isn’t Bulldog hockey.
>Bullet for My Valentine
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And then there are my two all-time favorite comments, which are just too long to fit on a candy heart.
“It’s too bad that women wanting to be treated like adults never have to act like adults. But I guess that’s feminism in a nutshell for you. Rights without reason or responsibility.”
“I just wanted to rub your nose in what you defacated [sic] all week on your blog, like a dog.”
Happy Valentine’s Day, Comrades!
>Coming Through in Waves
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>Novocaine for the Soul
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Well now, we’re all still standing, aren’t we? The sun came up, or at least I presume it’s still there somewhere behind the clouds. It’s even warm out. I wanted to wear my bikini, but it’s not within the dress code at work. And I am tragically working today.
I kind of figured this would happen. All this talk of an easy schedule and how St. Cloud is sucking and blah blah blah. I certainly didn’t think we’d get blown out of our own building for the second freaking time since it opened, but I was not expecting tUMD to sweep St. Cloud. I certainly knew they were capable of sweeping St. Cloud, but hey, no one’s perfect. And everyone decided to be imperfect on the same night, apparently. Guys, please plan this better.
So tonight would be a good night for a win, ya know? Just a little itty bitty win is all we need to feel better about last night. I’m going to try not to let last night fester and rot in my mind, but that’s not going to work if you boys don’t work with me here.
Runnin' With the Dogs 