The concept is utter bullshit, yet everyone, even my beloved Sam Rosen, uses the term for when a cheap call is made because a blatant penalty went uncalled, yet everyone in the building knew it should have been. Or there was a call made on something that was clearly a dive or was not what they thought they saw, because everyone else on the ice can see exactly what happened (except those in stripes, unless they look up after the play- some do, some don't). Something along those lines, especially if it's a game/momentum changer. That said, the Rangers just got fucked for the entire regulation time of game 3 because of the last few minutes of game 2. If it carries over into the 1st OT period, those are the type of things that make me question my loyalty to a sport that takes up a lot of my time.
Everyone knows this shit happens, they say things like, "It all evens out in the course of the game (or season, or series)". That's saying that there is a continuous game going on, not 82 individual ones in a team's season, or 4 separate series it takes to win the cup. But what if the series is only 5 games and team a got fucked in 3 out of 5 of them, I guess there's always next year. I'll go into this more later, I actually could dig up a piece I wrote a few years ago after a horribly called post season that addresses this stupid concept. More later...
Sharks/Flames: Not a clean hit on our captain, the CBC is a fucking joke. Blubbering pussy, Cory Sarich, led with his elbow and Ryan Badass Clowe will pummel that coward, just wait. I love my bloody Captain. Cunty, cunty, dirty, disgraceful Flames. Absolute shit, there is no way in any other series that the Captain of a team would be allowed to be treated like a rookie without any of the correct calls being made. Utter shit. If Patty returns in the second, look out. And I thought this game was in Canada, what's up with the shitty ice?
Before the commercial break, "the Flames started a rally." They scored one goal after another dirty, bullshit non-call, I don't know if that constitutes a rally. We chased Kipper in the first 4 minutes, but if the Sharks come out and try to play Calgary's game we'll lose. They're a shitty team with a few skilled guys, we're an excellent team with lots of skilled guys and the best goalie in the league. I hate all this middle of the game talk, I'm writing all the shit that runs through my head, but I'm stupidly a little superstitious, so I don't feel comfortable doing so. But somebody is, or somebodies are reading this shit, and I aim to please (even if you're laughing at or hating on me, yeah I know, it's sad, really)...
The guys in stripes just handing the Flames the game. As I said before, the best road team in the league has to be better than the shitty calls/non-calls and dirty play.
Going In To The Third: I don't have much to say other than I'm pretty sure my voice will be gone by the end of the period no matter who wins. I just have to believe in my guys. Jesus, I've never done the post season without a drink in my hand before, it is easy, but it's harder on my nerves.
Fuck.
FUCK. I think I just broke my wrist banging my fist. I've never *officially broken anything, so I don't know (*I think I've had a broken thumb for a year or more, but who has time/money for X-rays?). My throat is sore. What a horribly wretched fucking weekend. Awful.
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