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>In The House

3 February 2009

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In an act of what can only be sheer desperation, Bruce Ciskie asked me to write a “semi-serious” paragraph on Alex Stalock for his FanHouse column.

My attempt at semi-seriousness is a failure, but he used it nonetheless. Check it out.

>Inside Job

3 February 2009

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This weekend, I wasn’t able to get to Madison. This is probably a good thing since it seems every time I drive to Wisconsin, something bad happens. Specifically something vehicular.

HOWEVER, I’m always thinking about my reader. Er, readers, I suppose. Still can’t get used to that. I had SEVERAL sources in Mad-town for this game covering it from all angles: from skyboxes to dive bars. And Simmerdown, once-and-future? author of the Penalty Box’s Maroon Lampoon, agreed to give me a recap. This is great, because it means original content with zippo effort from your #1 gal.

Note: all of the opinions in this article are Simmerdown’s own, and are not necessarily the opinions of RWD. Especially those on My Guy Gergzilla.

Hey all RWD readers, Simmerdown here. I was asked to give a recap of the past weekend here by your wonderful host since I made the trip into Sconnie for the games, so here goes:

Friday Night – Can I get some Spotted Cow?

First of all, the drive through Wisconsin on 94 is quite possibly the most boring drive, second only to Nebraska. Nothing to look at but open land, cows, and second cousins riding in pickup trucks [How does open land fit in a pickup truck?]. We got into town around 5:30 and made our way to my buddy’s house (Bulldoginbadgerland over at tPB). Once we got to the Kohl Center I thought I had entered Stalingrad [now known as Volgograd, in case you’re in a geography bee]. Everyone was in red, and they all thought alike. Obviously a group of people wearing the opposing team’s jersey are automatic [sphincters]. It wasn’t so bad the first couple of times but my god, think of something original to say. McCarthy is gone, you can think on your own once again. I had one [donkey] tell me that I could look forward to serving his kids french fries since I go to UMD. Nevermind the fact that I have already graduated and go to law school. Whatever, he was a communication major and was wearing a red Polaris jacket [god, they’re everywhere]. I didn’t know UW accepted St. Cloud transfers…

The Kohl Center is an impressive building, for a basketball arena. The sea of red idiots jumping around on cue is enough to make you vomit. The same chants, the same cheers, the same strange badger mating ritual every night. I guess repetition is the goal of any brainwashing cult. [Oh yeah!] The game itself was very boring, with ugly goals scored by both teams. J-Con (RWD required me to mention him at least once per night) [Yes, but to be fair, I also said “No need for any sort of Jacky quota… he’ll just be so awesome you’ll have to mention him. Double points for Mike Curry references.” AND I DON’T SEE ANY OF THOSE!!!!] scored first off a big rebound given up by Connelly. Later in the first Kishel took a hooking penalty and the BADgers tied it up with the ensuing PP. Davies took a rink wide pass on the near side about 8 feet out and beat Stalock through the five-hole as he slid over. [See, you never get this kind of analysis from RWD. I’m too busy trying to find a damn spoon for Bruce’s kid’s freaking Dippin’ Dots before the world ends to like, pay attention to games and stuff.] It was the only goal all weekend that was remotely on Al. Of course, it was only 1 of 2 that he let in. Later in the second period the Communists scored again after a scrum in front left Al laying helpless in front and the defence [EARTH TO MEYERS!!! COME IN, MEYERS!!!] couldn’t find the strength to MOVE SOME FRICKIN’ BODIES from the front of the net. The Bulldogs played a much better third period, and got some decent chances from their first and second lines. Bucky sealed the game with an empty net goal by Gorowsky (how ironic) [this is the literary device known as foreshadowing, folks] in the third and our beloved Bulldogs fell 3-1.

After the game we made our way over to the Echo Tap to drown our sorrows. That place was awesome to us. Both bartenders knew their hockey, and although there was the usual good natured ribbing, both in person and over the loudspeaker, they also hooked us up with free “pity shots.” I even got a free shot just for closing my tab. [Is this some sort of miracle? Although Stacy seemed to have trouble remembering at the CC last weekend…] I later filled my belly at Ian’s Pizza (they seriously need one of these in Duluth. Luce doesn’t have a mac n cheese pizza, but they should) where we met more dumbass fans that obviously didn’t watch the game, or know anything about hockey. One guy told me that I should go home before the Badgers blank the Bulldogs again. I was quick to tell him that the Bulldogs scored first, which he replied “whatever, you still suck.” Is there something in the water that removes all logic and thought from Badger fan’s brains? [Hah! The same thing happened to me! tUMD had a delayed penalty and pulled the goalie and this girl started screaming. I explained the rule kindly and she yelled back “Well, you’re still losing!” Well I’d rather see tUMD lose every once in awhile than be a brainless jersey chaser.] We decided to make it a short night, go home and play some Rock Band, and make Saturday night the night we hit the town hard.

Saturday Night – Beer, Heart Attack, Beer. In that order.

On Saturday we made our way over to the New Glarus Brewery about 30 minutes outside of Madison. They make the famed Spotted Cow wheat beer and Fat Squirrel nut brown ale that you can only find in Wisconsin. The tour wasn’t that great, but the beer is amazing. They need to distribute to Minnesota because I can’t keep making runs to Hudson for this stuff [Word. Who wants to go there?]. After sampling their brew and buying 5 cases of beer to bring back with us we made our way back to the Red Shed for redemption. [I was confused. I was thinking of Fred’s Red Shed! Yay!]

In the first, I had what I can only speculate to be the first heart attack of my young life. Al played the puck but centered it to Gorowsky, while another Badger gave a pretty decent body check to Stalock. Gorowsky missed the net entirely, wide right from about 15 feet out. The refs even had to do a replay just to be sure it didn’t go through a hole in the net. Apparently they couldn’t believe that a
player could be that bad; Gorowsky proved them wrong. Al played solid the rest of the night, including a great toe save after making 3 others just before it. The game got chippy in the second, with both teams playing some great defensive hockey. I have to give credit to Wisconsin for blocking as many shots as they did. Our powerplay was stifled the whole night because they never moved the box, they just stayed in position and let us move around them, but when we tried to make a move they closed in. It was a great penalty kill against a mediocre powerplay. [I have issues with who is on what power play but that is for another day.]

The third period started with some controversy. Sharp lined up with Geoffrion to take the draw, but Geoffrion made a move and Sharp tried to sweep his feet out, both players threw their hands up but the ref threw Geoffrion out. He lined up on the left wing against Kemp, but made a move in before the puck dropped. That got him an unsportsmanlike penalty which was met by a sea of boos from the Kohl Center. It didn’t matter, because our powerplay was atrocious all weekend. The Dogs finally scored when J-Con (there he is again) [Check] made a great play in the Wisconsin end by forcing the turnover, cutting in, and hitting Fulton with a great saucer pass right on the stick. [Eee!] All Fulton had to do was tap it in and it was 1-0 Dogs. After that goal, it was all defense for Duluth. They only used one forechecker, and really played good defensive hockey, especially during the last 3 minutes of the game. Stalock hung up the goose egg on the Sea of Lenin, and our boys took 2 points on the road.

After the game we made an appearance back at the Echo Tap since they were so cool the night before. The same two bartenders were working, only this time we got them “pity shots.” After a few rounds, I made my way behind the bar and even started pouring Jag for the two of them (pretty sure some of the football players that were there were ready to kick my [badonkadonk] for going behind the bar but let it go once they realized that the other bartender told me to.) We then went over to Waldo’s to get some fishbowls. The crowd at Waldo’s are basically all drunk undergrads who have no clue about anything outside their little world. Some of them had the deer in headlights look when I came up the stairs with a Bulldog jersey on. Strangers from the outside world, my parents warned me about this… A d-bag who was waiting in line to go to the next level of the club started talking trash. Let me say that again, this guy was waiting in line to go to another level of the bar he was already in, and was leaning over talking [feces]. My buddy pointed that out to him and the bouncer watching the door laughed so hard at it that he even gave my buddy a high five. Burn. Maybe I’m getting old and like quieter places with good beer, maybe the fish bowl had way too much alcohol in it for one person [I always thought fishbowls were pretty light on the booze; there was this bar called R and Rs at the U of I and I drank a whole one myself and nothing horrible happened. Maybe I’m just a sad sad drunk], or maybe I just don’t like amateur night at the local frat bar, but Waldo’s made me want to fight everyone I saw. [I feel like that pretty much constantly.] At closing time we left our remaining fishbowls with a very confused Asian guy and his date and made our way home. I remember thinking to myself as I fell asleep that road trips are the greatest thing about sports. [Eee! Houghton soon!]

Weekend Notes:
– Our powerplay has to get better. Wisconsin played a great PK, but 0-8 is simply unacceptable. [Unless you’re from St. Cloud!!!]
– Sandelin used Kishel on Friday night, and Lamb on Saturday. Lamb looked much more in control and confident than Kishel. [I heart Super Sexy Shirtless Brady Lamb!]
– I am amazed at the speed of Cascalenda, only noticed him once or twice but when I did I was like “Who is that speedster?”
– Palm needs to learn how to handle a bouncing/fast puck. Soft hands, get out the eggs.
– Gergen still doesn’t realize there are teammates out there with him. The only time he passed the puck in the offensive zone was when he had no other option but pass, and it was a terrible one.
– Solid games from Sharp, Akins [What??? I love you Drew, but OMFG your penalty], and Fulton. Kemp is one of the most underrated players on our team in my opinion.
– Andrew Carroll should have a monument put up in remembrance of his work ethic.
– The student section at Wisconsin just plain sucks. The only original cheer they had was “where’s your water bottle” toward Stalock. How is supposed to get a guy off his game? You’re so good you don’t need water during the game, you suck!
– Fontaine is his usual fast self; I was impressed by his puck work through 2 and sometimes 3 Badgers.
– J-Con [check] was the same way but needs more size to him [What are we supposed to do? Tie his arms and legs to a team of horses and let them pull? Don’t think JMay hasn’t thought of it] or learn to duck the bigger hits. M-Con had an off weekend and really looked small compared to the Badgers when he was in the corners.
– Shane Connelly has a superman logo on his helmet. What a tool.

Next weekend is critical for the Dogs. They need at least 2 points but a stick salute would be better. [Me likey!] Good luck and go Dogs!

-Simmerdown

Thanks for the FANTASTIC recap of the weekend and a fresh perspective on the game.

>Plan B From Outer Space

1 February 2009

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tUMD 1, Thugs4Life 0

Dear Tom Gorowsky,

Just a thought? You might have a better chance of hitting the net.
XXXOOO,
RWD

Good teams find ways to win games. Even games where they do not play in a supercalifragilisticexpeealidocious manner. This was a tough series and UW is always a difficult team to play against. I think the guys tend to struggle when teams play a style of hockey that really shuts our game plans down. I mean, I guess probably every team has that problem, but really, you’ve either got to A. Not let the other team interfere with your way of playing or B. Have a plan B. A team can get away with the former against some opponents, but with Wisconsin, a Plan B was necessary. I’m not QUITE sure what the plan B was. It was not the plan B I suggested earlier, but a win’s a win. And hey, look, once plan B took effect, they could start implementing plan A as well and get back on track. I would have liked some additional goals, maybe one on the power play or something, but hey, any game in which the Bulldogs take ONLY TWO PENALTIES is a game of which I am in favor. Sweetness.

Now, see? It’s not as funny when we win. But this week should have a bunch of fun stuff, so please turn off all electronic devices and restore your tray tables and seat backs to the upright position.

The Numbers
Wins until we equal last season’s total: 1! (Perfect setup for next weekend!)
Points until we equal last season’s total: 2! (Thanks guys!!!! Way to go!!!!)

My Guys
MacGregor Sharp: 26
Jack Connolly: 22! (Now the leading scorer in his family!)
Michael Gergen: 11
Rob Bordson: 0

Freshmen

Jack Connolly: 22! (It’s gonna be a close one for the freshman scoring title!)
Mike Connolly: 22
Scott Kishel: 2
Brady Lamb: 1
Travis Oleksuk: 1
David Grun: 0

On Notice (no one added or deleted tonight… is that good or bad?)
Rob Bordson
Cody Danberg
Alex Stalock

Goals Only
Drew Akins
Jay Cascalenda
Nick Kemp
Evan Oberg
Trent Palm
Kyle Schmidt

>Going Platinum

31 January 2009

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Okay, people. I get it. Al is a great goaltender. But, seriously, this is insane. Come on, Al. Do you know who Shaquille O’Neal is? A basketball player. He got a little big for his already giant britches and decided to be in a terrible movie called Kazaam and also put out a rap CD with a title I do not care to know and will not dignify with a Google hit. Both were unnecessary and terrifying.

And now, Al comes out with this.

Al. You are a fabulous goalie. Please do not do this. You do not look hott. We do not want to see you driving around with children in your lap, climbing out of cars wearing miniskirts and no underwear, or being hauled off to the looney bin in an ambulance. Let Zach Jones be the Crazy.

I got a sneak peek at the lyrics. Enjoy!

(Note: if you want a soundtrack with which to karaoke along, or you’re not getting the reference, let YouTube be your savior!)

There’s only two types of people in the world:
The ones who play the game, and the ones who observe
Well baby, I’m a put on a show kind of guy
I am the starter, don’t ride the pine

I’m like the ringleader, I stop the shots
I’m like a firecracker, I make it hot

When I put on a show, I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spotlight on me and I’m ready to save

I’m like a performer, The ice sheet is my stage
Better be ready, Hope that you feel the same

All eyes on me at the end of the rink
Just like a circus
When I make that save everybody gon’ rave
Just like a circus

Don’t stand there watching me,
Break on me, show me what you can do
Everybody by me, We can make the goal crease

Just like a circus

There’s only two types of players out there:
Ones who try to move on me, and ones who are scared
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I’ll slash or shove you, so beware

I’m like the ringleader, I stop the shots
I’m like a firecracker, I make it hot

When I put on a show, I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins,
Spotlight on me and I’m ready to save

I’m like a performer, The ice sheet is my stage
Better be ready, Hope that you feel the same

All eyes on me at the end of the rink
Just like a circus
When I make that save everybody gon’ rave
Just like a circus

Don’t stand there watching me,
Break on me, show me what you can do
Everybody by me, We can make the goal crease
Just like a circus

All eyes on me at the end of the rink
Just like a circus
When I make that save everybody gon’ rave
Just like a circus

Don’t stand there watching me,
Break on me, show me what you can do
Everybody by me, We can make the goal crease

Just like a circus

Don’t quit your day job, honey. And don’t give Brady any ideas.

(I know I’m double-posting tonight, but I think tUMD’s fans need some fun to get pumped up for the triumphant comeback that is merely 18 hours away!)

>Ugly Is The New Pretty

31 January 2009

>tUMD 1, Red Army 3

It’s kind of unfortunate that this season has had so many wins, because a lot of my good ideas about posts are about losing (it’s easier to write something funny about a loss than about a win, because a win is enjoyable on its own, while a loss must be spun so that I can sleep at night). And then we go and lose and I can’t think of any of those great posts. I really should have a little notebook or something to write these things down. Preferrably while driving with my knees and trying to apply mascara with the other hand. Hi Mom!

You know what this game could have used? A dirty, junky, garbage-y, bag over the head, butterface, make-you-puke-it’s-so-ugly goal. It was as if a bunch of guys who got Off Notice last weekend were all “W000t! We’ve got 4 games before we’re back on!” That’s not how it works, guys. I want to see some CRASHING of the NET and some POUNDING of OPPONENTS. If you are going to take a penalty, for crying out loud, MAKE IT WORTH SOMETHING! I want teeth on the ice, tears running down McBain’s face, apoplectic Eaves, refs running scared. Eddie Shore sould be standing up in his grave and cheering. Drew Akins, you can disregard this public service message, as it is not applicable to you. I might have to resurrect the Humane Society of the WCHA just for you after your boarding penalty tonight, although MEg would probably just adopt you and nullify that. Please just don’t do it again.

Here is a list of things I want tomorrow:
1. A power play goal.
2. A perfect penalty kill.
3. A garbage goal. (Akins????)
4. Two or three bone-jarring but LEGAL open-ice hits.
5. Opponents in front of the net to be knocked off their skates.
6. A Jacky goal (Note: #1 and #3 can not ALSO be fulfilled by this.)
7. A strong second period.
8. A goal from one of the captains.
9. A NICE BIG FATTY BOOM BATTY WIN! Guys, for reals, we need some MOMENTUM going up against Denver!

The Numbers
Wins until we equal last season’s total: 2 (I want to change this tomorrow)
Points until we equal last season’s total: 4! (I want to change this tomorrow, too. Specifically by 2. Please?)

My Guys
MacGregor Sharp: 26
Jack Connolly: 21! (But I missed it! Sadness!)
Michael Gergen: 11
Rob Bordson: 0

Freshmen
Mike Connolly: 22
Jack Connolly: 21! (Look out MCON!)
Scott Kishel: 2
Brady Lamb: 1
Travis Oleksuk: 1
David Grun: 0

On Notice
Rob Bordson
Cody Danberg
Alex Stalock

Goals Only
Drew Akins
Jay Cascalenda
Nick Kemp
Evan Oberg
Trent Palm
Kyle Schmidt

>In Soviet Wisconsin, Bulldogs Play You!

29 January 2009

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Ah yes, Wisconsin. Always entertaining. The first post I ever wrote that offended people on the Internets was a post about Wisconsin. I can’t remember what it was called, or else I’d be linking to it. There are a lot of posts on RWD, and they are all so amazing that sometimes when I go looking for a specific post I get all wrapped up in reading things I wrote 3 years ago and I’m like Narcissus, staring intently at my computer for hours on end as I re-read brilliant articles I’d forgotten I’d written. It’s dangerous.

It’s surprising that the first post that would offend people would come from Wisconsin fans, who are probably less present on the internet than any of the other large fanbases and thus their exposure to RWD has been more limited. I assume this is because of all the paint-thinner being huffed; not enough time to check out the blogosphere. I was expecting the first incendiary comments on my behalf to come from the most thin-skinned, quick-to-anger, delusional fanbase in the WCHA, college hockey, and possibly sports in general: the North Dakota fans. How messed up are these folks? Dirty is the most sane among them. (Sorry Goon, but your rantings about AFA and Jess Myers sealed the deal for Dirty; also, sorry Geist, a grown man should not use the term “mrrrraaapants” EVER.) If Dirty can say My Sweet Jacky looks like Carol Brady and still be voted Least Likely To Be Institutionalized, that’s just… well, it’s a messed up world in which we live.

I don’t know why I felt the need to take potshots at the UND fanbase in a Wisconsin post; maybe because I’m interested in seeing my stats counter spin like a slot machine. I hope it lands on all cherries!

Let’s review the home series against Wisconsin. I drank 6 shots and physically assaulted InebriatedMike. That was the highlight of the weekend. Friday I flew into a blind rage at Campion (Imagine that! Weird, I thought the SCCC series was the first time we had the flaming moron.) Interesting how the two most poorly officiated series of the year have had the same referee. Hm. Wisconsin also cheated a lot, but this is not so much surprising as it is expected. Fuzzy was ejected from Saturday’s game, which was unwarranted. Okay, I don’t remember if it really was unwarranted, but he is innocent until remembered guilty. Cody Danberg was also ejected from Saturday’s game, and look how well that turned out for him.

But these guys. These guys are the New Bulldogs. They are nassssssssty. Their Connelly is going to be wishing he had a 2nd “o” in his name; he certainly won’t have any on the board. Unless it’s his save percentage. I’m not exactly sure how I will be following this game; so far the radio appears the only option, which is upsetting. This will be the first series in 2009 that I have missed out on entirely. I’m really hoping the guys can get over missing me desperately and play some good Bulldog hockey. Be brave, Bulldogs! I’ll be counting on you!

>Help

27 January 2009

>I am posting using my Blackberry. An intervention may be required soon.

>Paradise By The Dashboard Light

27 January 2009

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I do a lot of writing for RWD while I’m driving. I mean, not the actual putting of pen to paper (yes, some of these entries exist in this realm, not just the virtual one), hello, between screwing with the radio, drinking Vanilla Coke, texting, eating Chex Mix, and applying lipgloss (I know! Women drivers!), I barely have time to check on what’s happening on the road, let alone write down the brilliant passages that spring forth like Athena from the head of Zeus.

That was an unparalleled amount of sarcasm in one paragraph. I wonder if it’s some sort of record.

To continue, I’m often driving either to or from a hockey game by myself, so there’s plenty of time to think, and since I pretty much eat, sleep, and breathe hockey and interest rates, and I’d rather die than think about the yield on the 10 year U.S. Treasury Bond off the clock, I think about hockey a lot! At least, when I am not screaming along to mix CDs while terrifying people in SUVs who are observing. I try not to do that anymore after what happened when I was driving up for the Western series.

Let’s talk about what’s happened so far in 2009:
Jan 1-4: I went to almost-Chicago for the Shillelagh Tournament.
Jan 10: I drove into an ambush in St. Cloud after a full day fo school.
Jan 16-17: I stayed over in Duluth for both Bermidji games and one mini-mites Jamboree
Jan 24: I worked 8 hours, drove up to Duluth, watched the game, ate excessive Taco John’s, and drove back home at 9:30 the next day so I could be in class by 1.

THIS IS INSANE. Especially since I have night-blindness and am generally about 2 seconds away from driving off the road at any point. Please keep this in mind if you are planning on being on the highway when I am. Also, please keep in mind that if you’re driving less than 75 mph you are driving too slow. And that’s just for city streets.

More importantly, what exactly is the point? Why? Why I am spending my hard-earned dollars (and they are hard-earned, honey. I’m not sure where I was going with that, but let’s leave it in) and burning precious fossil fuels to wear down I-35 so that I can verbally berate grown men I’ve never met and have total strangers stare at me because I am flailing my arms around, beet red and spitting, then go home and prop my eyelids open so I can get my post up before passing out in bed just in case someone is actually waiting to hear my take on what happened in the game (if I even write about the actual game) even though no one has ever expressed that sentiment to me and god help humanity if they ever do. Especially because I write run-on sentences, but that’s because I talk that way and think that way, so it really helps with the ambiance around here. Would you like it if I lit some candles?

Ok I took some Ritalin.
What is it that makes us pledge allegiance to a team, one Bulldog Nation, under Lessard, with Connollys and Fultons for all? I have been thinking about writing this post for a long time, and I even read the book Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby to get some references and everything, except the book is about soccer and is unbelieveably boring so I didn’t finish it. (Just wait, the Ritalin needs to reach my bloodstream.) I don’t mean what makes us enjoy hockey, because it is fun and entertaining and certainly enjoyable to play. But really, most people who read RWD are not casual hockey fans. People who write RWD (ok, me) are not casual hockey fans. I mean, let’s face it, I probably like hockey more than 99.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999% of the rest of the universe and 99.99999999999999999999999999999999999 of people who are actually hockey fans. I think it might be a mental illness but I’m not sure.
I imagine it’s either really awesome or really creepy to be a hockey player in the era of the blog. I mean, if you like attention and stuff, it’s great, but if you’re not interested in crazy chicks using Photoshop to paste your head onto Han Solo/Ralphie/a person carving a kayak or giving you embarrassing nicknames and calling you sweetie and cute and darling, it’s probably somewhat unnerving. I’m sure that pretty much every blogger with any sort of self-awareness has to realize that on some level they are a giant joke to the very people they spend so much time writing about and chasing after and possibly ogling in bars (this is not me, I might be a creeper but when Cardinal is doing things to a Miller Lite bottle that should never be done [including DRINKING FROM THEM], I have no interest in anyone else in the bar), and those that have no capacity for self-reflection are probably even more of a joke.

THIS is the stuff I think about when I’m driving.

The conclusion I reached Sunday morning? It’s not important why. What’s important is the fun I’ve had and the friends I’ve made, and if hockey blogging is the medium for meeting amazing people and doing crazy things and connecting with people I’d never otherwise, then I’ll be a joke in the locker room and endure the restraining orders and the sleep deprivation and the writer’s block and hoarse throat and pathetic checking account balance and the highs and lows and doldrums and excitement and drunks and stupid USCHO threads and hilarious anonymous comments and fatness accusations and whiskey hangovers and Taco John’s heartburn and frostbite and crusts of salt on my car and weird looks over the shoulder and slow claps and endless sentences.

>Endzone

25 January 2009

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tUMD 1 Touchdown, Mankato’s Football Team 2 Safeties


I’m glad I drove up here. This will be a short post because I am watching Katt Williams on Comedy Central and it is entertaining.

I missed much of the 1st period because I was still driving up. Depressingly, I missed my Jacky’s goal (though I heard it on the radio) AND Josh Meyers’s goal (because I was waiting for InebriatedMike in the ticket lobby while he was waiting for me at the back entrance), and I was starting to wonder if I was a curse because we did not score any more goals until Monkey scored.

I feel sorry for Troy Jutting. I mean, not just because he is super uggo and gross, but also because he does not understand what sport he is coaching. That’s really the only explanation for tonight’s play. It was rough for tDogs in the 2nd period because they let Mankato dictate what game was being played, and it was Maverick Football, not Bulldog Hockey.

In the 3rd period, I got a call from one of my friends with 9 minutes to go. He asked about the score and I said “It’s 4-3… we’re losing.” I was pretty crabby. The PK was rough and the PP was hurting a bit from the shorty. Later on I was telling him about the game and he was like “They really scored 4 goals in 9 minutes?” I didn’t even realize it. Wow. Amazing. What’s also amazing is how much food you can get from Taco John’s for $25: 2 sodas, 1 order of chicken quesadillas, 2 hard shell tacos, 3 softshell tacos, 3 orders of Potato Oles, 1 buffalo chicken burrito, 1 side of nacho cheese, 1 side of sour cream, and a side of guacamole. Heavenly. Mom, I’m sure you’re jealous. But the 3rd period was a smorgasbord of scoring: Sherrif Andrew Carroll said “No way are we going to let this herd of cattle run wild on OUR rink,” and tied the game. Then Captain Greer decided he needed to get in on the scoring, assisted by Super Sexy Shirtless Brady Lamb! All three captains scored in the game!!!! That’s awesome. MCON decided he DEFINITELY did not want to be On Notice and got his own goal, and then Jordan Fulton kicked an extra point with 33 seconds to go.

I sat in the student section tonight, and they were AWESOME in the 3rd period. I’ve often stressed that it doesn’t matter WHAT they say, just that they are LOUD and PROUD (like 2 certain Gopher fans I know…). The student section was so rocking tonight that we couldn’t even get chants going in our section because the next section had already started one! And then… many of them left before the end of the game. Screw them. Also, students, there is no reason to drink so much that you vomit on yourself or your friends while in your seat. If you’re going to do that, why even bother attending the game?

I’d like to write more, and I probably will, but it’s 2:17 and I have to be up to drive home in like… 7 hours. And I have tacos to eat, and miles to go before I sleep.

The Numbers (abbreviated until I’m home again)
Wins until we equal last season’s total: 2! (Yay! We’re comin’! We’re comin’!)
Points until we equal last season’s total: 4! (AMAZING!!!)

My Guys
MacGregor Sharp: 26!
Jack Connolly: 20!
Michael Gergen: 11
Rob Bordson: 0

Freshmen
Mike Connolly: 22!
Jack Connolly: 20! (Sorry I missed your goal!)
Scott Kishel: 2
Brady Lamb: 1! (Yay Brady! And your dad was there to see it!)
Travis Oleksuk: 1
David Grun: 0

>You Can Leave Your Hat On

24 January 2009

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tUMD 4, Mankato State University 0

I hope I get an angry letter from MSU-M’s attorneys demanding I cease and desist the use of the term “Mankato State University.” That would be awesome. It would mean that someone felt that RWD was important enough to threaten with legal action. That’s a big deal, guys. I’d get my attorney right on a response.

I really really really really really really appreciate Jack Connolly’s efforts to NOT get a hat trick when I wasn’t at the game. That would be unbelievably unfair. As it was, it was the THIRD game in a ROW that one of MY GUYS had TWO GOALS. AMAZING. Wow. In years past, maybe I’ve picked some Guys who were not so handy with the goal scoring, but we can’t help who we love. It’s very cool to have My Guys having great years. Bordson, I know you’ll get going soon! Every time I see you in the stands you look so sad. In Chicago we actually started singing “All By Myself.” It was poignant. BE HAPPY!!!! From what I saw of the game, however, it seemed like Jacky had enough grade-A chances to have a double hattrick. I would make up another name for it but I think people would get the wrong idea.

Gergy’s goal was fairly hilarious. It was like the goal tUMD gave up to send the NC game to overtime at Lake Placid in 1984. I’m not actually old enough to have remembered actually seeing it (and I was probably snuggled in my crib asleep with my stuffed penguin, or possibly sitting with a wet diaper and tears streaming down my face as my parents stayed glued to the television and ignored my wailing. This is why I should not have children), but it must have haunted DA’s dreams for years afterward (or even still) because he has described it to me in detail. The puck went behind the net and Zacharias (Kosti) went to play it, and it hit a little pieces of the boards that was sticking out and came right out front again to Gergen (some nobody from Bowling Green) who did what a good Gergy does and scored. Yay!

Al played OUTSTANDINGLY tonight, and was a total darling in his post-game interview with that girl who really really needs help with questions (“How did you stop all those shots tonight?” I wish he’d answered “WITH MY NINJA POWERS” or something), attributing the shutout to the team and their defence. Great job, Alex! You’re such a good role model for little Brady and little Kenny.

Oh, and Charter? In addition to hiring reporters who are essentially clueless (except the African-American gentleman at intermission doing the “This Week In The WCHA” roundup, who made Telly look like Ben Stein… wait… Telly makes Telly look like Ben Stein), you also have the production quality of a television station in the heart of the Congo. I assume. I am EXTREMELY UPSET that there was no post-period interview of you-know-who. Jordy Fulton’s interview was nice but he had crazy eyes, which I guess made it even better.
Tomorrow’s itinerary
8:00-4:30: deal with the Great Unwashed Masses at work
4:30-6:45: drive to Duluth
7:07: face off!
9:30 (approx): stick salute
9:40 (approx): unprintable things with FHG and Cardinal
YAY!
The Numbers
Wins until we equal last season’s total: 3! (YESSSSSSSSS!)
Points until we equal last season’s total: 6! (EEEEEEEEE!!)

My Guys
MacGregor Sharp: 24
Jack Connolly: 17!
Michael Gergen: 11!
Rob Bordson: 0

Freshmen
Mike Connolly: 20
Jack Connolly: 17!
Scott Kishel: 2 (FANTASTIC hit though, way to throw around the body Scotty! Hey, that rhymed!)
Travis Oleksuk: 1
David Grun: 0
Brady Lamb: 0

On Notice:
Rob Bordson
Matt Greer
Alex Stalock

Goals Only
Drew Akins
Andrew Carroll
Jay Cascalenda (hey, all right!)
Cody Danberg
Nick Kemp
Josh Meyers
Mike Montgomery
Trent Palm
Kyle Schmidt