Showing posts with label Lats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lats. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Nightly wrap-up and whatnot

So, I was kinda dreading the Aeros game last night. I mean really. That Rockford series was like a weeklong thumb in the eye. But last night was good. Nice way to leave things before they run off for like 3 weeks of no home games. It was also nice to not be playing Rockford. I'm so over that big red pig.

Plus, it's never a bad night when Kassian scores, amiright? I'm guessing he would agree, either direction you wanna go with that.

At one point, I said, "Dubie's playing really well" and John about fell out of his chair. Yes, I can be objective. Even about goalies. Even about goalies I don't like. That said, he wasn't as good in the third. So there.

Up in Trenton, things were even rosier in goal, at least for the Everblades, for whom Brusty was fantastic, stopping 25 of 26 for a really solid win. And the one goal against was a power play goal that was poorly played by the defenseman covering the back door. But other than that, the team played pretty well in front of him, so muchas gracias for that.

Anyway, the big goalie took home first star honors, which is full of win and awesome and well deserved for sure.

This was his third straight start for the Blades and now they head back to lusty Florida for the All Star Break. They face Trenton 3 more times again before the month is out. Soooo, sick of them by February? Yeah, I figure that's a big affirmative.

BTW, here's videos from the shootout of Friday's game in Trenton. Good stuff.

Meanwhile, the Wild in Arizona. How about those Yotes, my friends? What a great story they have going this season. What's going on really though? I'm gonna say a lot of this is just plain better coaching. Imagine if Gretsky had bowed out 3 years ago and let someone else coach this club.

But of course, there's the whole "us against the world" factor that brings a group of guys together.

Back to the Wild, though, Latendresse! Name a trade that's been so mutually beneficial in the history of trades in any sport. I'm not kidding. 6 goals and one assist in 11 games for Benny, and frankly (more importantly) a huge smile on his face every time I see him. I love that.

And Latendresse is virtually unrecognizable, he's such a new man. Look at this:

In almost equal games, from scoring to PIM to +/- to shots on goal, the guy has gone from Clark Kent to Superman. Seems some Habs fans are still cranky with him, and I guess that's fair to some extent. Like, "where was that when we had you?" but I sure don't feel that way about Pouliot.

What's interesting is that they're praising Pouly up and down up there for going to the net and getting his nose dirty, when that's exactly what he wouldn't do for the Wild. You have to wonder if there was a certain mental block after all he'd been through with the Wild.

Maybe it wasn't so much a reluctance to do that stuff at all, but to do it for the Wild. Not consciously, I don't think, but you really have to be committed to play like that, and it's hard to be committed to a team you don't feel is really committed to you, right?

Ohhh, I thought the psychoanalysis of Benny would go away when he finally got traded. That's probably the last of it. But it is pretty fascinating.

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Tonight is supposed to be my only game of the week, but I've asked Scott to sub for me. My knee is still aching badly and I'm back coughing again (this shit will just not go away), so I think my body is saying it's time to take advantage of not playing Monday or Tuesday and also take Sunday off to really rest everything.

We'll see if he's up for it. I hate missing a game, but I've never missed a weekend of games and NOT come back fresher and better for it. Still. :( I hate missing a game.

Thinking I'll go get a good massage and see if Cheryl can work on my IT band and hamstrings so I can do some good stretching this week.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed the other day and held both my legs out in front of me (okay, I admit I was doing it to admire my wicked quads) and I couldn't straighten my left leg out completely without a ton of tightness. So there's definitely a kink in the works.

Hope I can get in though. The Houston Marathon is today and many of her clients are runners who will likely be seeking relief this week.

I should go out this morning and cheer for our friends who are running, but meh. I've done my marathon and watching people at Mile 21 where I live brings back not the fondest memories. Have I mentioned how much I don't miss that shit? I hope to god I never look back on playing hockey the way look back on that.

Not that I regret it, because it gave me a ton of courage to do the things I'm doing now, but man was that a helluva lot of time doing something not remotely fun and entirely painful.

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Multi-game wrap-up, plus a declaration of love and video of my dog

Last night, after that awful Aeros game, I was in a bit of a hockey malaise. In fact, I really didn't watch much of the evening games until the exciting finish of the Blues/Sharks game.

But today, without an early game to sour my hockey mood, it was a great evening of games, requiring two laptops and a big screen TV and I still didn't get to watch everything.

Main games were Brusty and the Blades in Cinci and the Wild game against the Ducks.

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In contrast to some of the early games after he got to playing regularly, Brusty's defense kicked ass tonight, even saving his bacon big time a couple of times. One save, B made a stop that sent him sliding to the right of the net and one of his defensemen came in and basically laid on the goal line to stop a shot off the rebound.

It was heroic and the rest of the Blades are 100% back in my good graces for that gutsy, hard-working performance. I'm sure it was keeping them up at night that I was annoyed with their play last week.

Mark Dekanich was the Cinci goalie, and having just been sent down from Milwaukee on not so happy terms (he just hasn't been playing well and they wanted to see if he could come down and find his game a bit), he was loaded for bear and played extremely well.

Both he and Brusty only let in one goal a piece and it went to the shootout. B2 let in the first two and stopped the next two. However, nobody on the Blades was able to beat Dex, so the Blades came out of it with the pity point and Brusty was awarded the second star for the game.

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It was also a free CHL-TV night, and Jaegs was in goal for the Brahmas, so I wanted to see if I could finally get to watch him play. I only caught the third period, by which time it was 2-1 Brahmas.

He stopped 21 of 22 and didn't look tooooo busy in the third, but definitely had some good stops. He's lightning quick, that guy, and very technically sound. Unless there's an issue with thinking the game or something like that, it really does seem like his size is one of his very few detractors.

And when he's feeling good and on his game, it really DOESN'T matter. It's when he's not that it matters. All things being equal, an extra 2-3 inches on that leg or arm reach can make a difference if you're not totally square and have to resort to acrobatics.

Regardless, he seems to have found his groove, and skated away with the first star tonight against the IceRays.

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Since I was watching the Blades on my laptop, I had the Wild game on the big TV, but was only halfway watching it. Just kinda looked up when the announcers got loud or I heard a goal horn.

Never the less, it was one of those Mikko/Mittens nights where they just can't be stopped. It happens occasionally, and is amazing when it does. And how great is it to have two lines that have proven they can pretty much own a game on a given night?

I tend to try to be pretty balanced anymore, even when I'm just in fan mode. I already do enough to make myself look like a jackass, so why add fuel to the fire?

But sometimes you just have to quit worrying about getting run over by the bandwagon if you're wrong down the road, and just fucking fall in love with a player.

Hello Guillaume!

Lats won the shootout for the Wild, and I'm not sure he even broke a sweat doing it. He's a motherfuckin' gunslinger!

Found this funny Facebook page put together by angry Habs fans (is there any other kind?) spreading the hate (and the celebrating the trade).

I know I've been tough on Pouly through the years, but I seriously hope the MTL vipers don't get their fangs into him and fuck him up like they have so many others. He's had a tough enough time in the Minnesota system. It's time to nurture some success out of that kid. And frankly, even if Lats falls apart and Pouly becomes the next Gretzky, it's okay by me.

I have no investment in Lats at this point, but have spent many an hour over the last 3 years debating, discussing, contemplating, bemoaning and (albeit rarely) celebrating Pouly's development. I'd love to see that all come to fruition at some point.

Lats for PM!

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Aeros came out of SA with a point for making it to overtime, though they didn't last long. After Thursday, the point is fine. I'll watch the game later. Maybe. Meh.

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Joe O'Donnell waxed poetic about the Hockey Hall of Fame in his blog today. I almost teared up reading it, so I know for a fact I'll cry like a baby when I finally get to go. I might just have to stand outside and hug the building for a while. Seriously, I'm dying to go there.

My fiendish plan is to have us to go the Grey Cup game next year in Hamilton, and then I can go the HHOF in Toronto and everyone will have had an activity worth the cost of travel.

The fact that blew me away is that John Scott's jersey is in the HOF. That's pretty bitchin'!

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The snow here today was awesome. In case you missed it on Twitter or FB, here's my pup, Major, who thinks snow is "food from the sky" and spent half the day today walking around the back deck licking and scraping up snow in his mouth. Pretty funny stuff.



Ahh, my handsome orange guardian. What a great kid.

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Also, because I'm a glutton for punishment, I agreed to play Monday drop-in. Here's to kicking this strep and bronchitis by Sunday!

Actually I figure worst case scenario, I'll make it through Sunday and Monday and then if I have to bail on Tuesday, I don't feel badly about it since they always have too many goalies anyway.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Waxing poetic (again)

I dunno what it is about this week. The gallons of cough syrup, the lack of oxygen from coughing, not having my own playing anxiety to worry about?

Whatever the case, I'm so in love with the game right now.

It was nearly 13 years ago that I saw hockey for the first time in person. It was the Austin Ice Bats, who played in a drafty barn (literally) out East Austin. They were in the Western Professional Hockey League at the time (which later merged with the current Central Hockey League) and the quality of hockey could be described as "rec league with fighting."

But I sat there with my jaw in my lap, completely enthralled. The skill evident even at that level of the professional game astounded me. The grace and speed and incredible toughness. I was hooked on a sport for the first time ever.

And now that I've spent the last 3 or 4 years logging countless hours watching hockey, playing hockey, writing about it, I can still watch a guy skate, his blades cutting into the ice on sharp turns, leaving a fan of snow in his wake, and be awestruck by how simple and beautiful it is.

It's a testament to the game that we can still muster that kind of awe, no matter how long we've been fans of it.

And I don't think there's ever been a night where I sat down with my Center Ice subscription at 6 and didn't get up at 11 or 11:30 after the last game thinking, "Man, what a fun night of hockey." Even when my team stinks it up, someone else is out there doing something amazing.

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Man, what a fun night of hockey.

Seriously. The Wild/Preds game was very entertaining and while I'm still not anywhere near ready to say who won that trade, the pick-up of Lats, just on its own merit, has been a game changer so far. That line of Clutterbuck, Brodziak, and Lats has just been dynamic.

What I didn't expect is how much fun Lats is to watch. He's so big and strong and has terrific hockey sense and goes. to. the. net. Imagine that. Most guys twirl around the top of the circles, but the big dude just barrels in there, guns a'blazing, and creates chances. Color me impressed. It's like if Matt Foy had a brain and a sexy French accent.

The trick is, of course, to sustain this kind of jump after the honeymoon is over, and that's always the hard part.

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Another weird game for the Blades tonight in Toledo. Via the power of the internet, I've connected with both the team's beat writer for the Napes Daily News, who does a great job covering the team, and a fan who has a blog about them (http://swamphockeyfl.blogspot.com) and tweets them (@swamphockey).

Her nickname for Mike Morrison, "the other goalie" along with Brusty, is Rebound. Now, I haven't see him play to properly verify that the nickname is warranted, but it's funny enough that I just don't care; I'm calling him that anyway.

So, Rebound started the game but faced a lousy barrage of shots in the first period, letting in 2, and then he let in a third early in the second period and got the hook after 25 total minutes. Not sure what's in the gum Coach Cameron is chewing but he sure seems over this whole "never pull the goalie" hangup for which he has a reputation, unless maybe there was a bit of an injury in there.

Anyway, Brusty went in and shut. them. down. They had some great chances and he just got a toe or a glove or an elbow in the right spot to keep the puck out. Really great job out there.

Unfortunately, that vaunted offense of the Blades could only put two past the Toledo netminder and Morrison takes the loss. Pobrecito Reboundito.

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Keith Ballard broke another goalie (Craig Anderson) tonight. Wasn't his fault, but man, talk about a guy who needs a luck upgrade. If I'm Clemmensen or Salak, I'm getting a 10 foot restraining order.

Speaking of Clemmers, what do you think of his bright yellow stick?

I have to admit, if the yellow matched the yellow in his gear, I'd like it. But it's too bright, so I can't quite get there. But I appreciate his embracing the complete obnoxiousness of the Panthers' colors and being bold and different. Also... sick poke check in the shootout made even sicker with loud yellow stick. I unequivocally approve.

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Someone just searched for "goalie helmet sex paint jobs" and got my blog. I'm definitely doing something right here.

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