notes from Stanley Cup game Four

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Subject notes from Stanley Cup game Four
DateCreated 6/4/2007 6:58:00 PM
PostedDate 6/4/2007 9:34:00 PM
Body Ottawa scores with 0.3 seconds left?  Give me a freakin’ break!

Period 1:  Anaheim plays like mallard guano.  Ottawa plays like the 1972 Bruins.  J.S. Gigure plays like God in Goalie Pads.  (Jesus saves but Esposito scores on the rebound.  I’m too young to remember those bumper stickers from the Big Bad Bruins days, but I know a great slogan when I see one.)

DUCKS SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was about to write how in Period 2 the Ducks play like the 72 Bruins, Ottawa plays like a filibuster (sorry, wrong Senate… but I digress) and Emry plays like the Christ figure… then the Ducks score.  9:40 left in the second and the game is tied at 1.

So I’ll share my $0.02 on the Chris Pronger suspension.  He got what he deserved… but:  Watch the replay again.  Pronger and I are the same height, 6’6″ tall,

DUCKS SCORE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Where was I?  Oh yeah (2-1 Ducks by the way) Pronger is six inches taller than McAmmond, and McAmmond was leaning over while Pronger was pretty much upright.  Try to envision the same hit if McAmmond was upright.  Pronger still would have been guilty of an elbow, but it would have been to the shoulder, not the head.  As I said before, Pronger deserved the suspension (he accurately referred to himself as a repeat offender) but, as I told a co-worker today, I can’t help but think there might have been a touch of discrimination against freakishly tall people.

I just started reading Now I Can Die in Peace by Bill Simmons.  A certain special red head gave it to me for my birthday.  I’m not far enough into it to really say anything about it, but it was nice to see that Simmons did not censor himself when referrencing the Boston fan’s nickname for Bucky Dent.  It’s not Bucky Bleeping Dent.  It’s not Bucky Freaking Dent.  It’s Bucky Fucking Dent and don’t you forget it.  Anything short of the full blown F-Bomb detracts from the depth of hatred and hurt that Bucky Fucking Dent inflicted on us that fateful day in 1978.  Thanks Bill Simmons.

Okay, I’m going to go watch the rest of the game now.  I might append to this entry in between the 2nd and 3rd period… we’ll see.

Go Ducks!