• "It just goes to prove what a chicken he really is. My five-year-old son hits harder than he does. Cairns throws muffins out there. He jumped me from behind, typical Cairns. I have no respect for that guy." - Theo Fleury on Islanders tough guy Eric Cairns after Wednesday night's penalty-filled game.
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• I went out last night and met this absolutely beautiful girl. But that's not the best part. She's a millionaire. But that's not the best part. She's a hockey fan. But that's not the best part either. Wanna know what the best part is? She's got season tickets to the Ducks and she invited me to go with her to any game I want. Hotdog!! I'm no Ducks fan, but heck, hockey is hockey in my eyes.
 8:01 AM   •  7 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Oh joyous day, blessed day!! I was falling asleep in my Stats class, absolutely dreading the idea that directly following it I had to sit in a 3 hour Soc. class. I didn't want to go, and the temptation of ditching expanded from an itch to an ache. But I made a decision when I signed up for my first full time semester that I'd actually stick it out. But sociology is the only class I'll consider ditching, first of all because of Ru's apparent hell-bent endeavors in displeasing me, and quite frankly, there just aren't enough hotties in there to over ride my dislike for Ru's hell-bentness. But as I approached the door, to my pleassure and relief, there was a class dismissal note posted for Sociology 1, Miller-White...my Sociology class!! And it just dawned on me...remember how I said she had an agenda? Well, as if her last name doesn't just give it away. She's got two last names!! Those are the worst types of liberals...

And, while we're on the subject, because I just love to talk about my least favorite class...I was at work the other day, and my friend Melissa was there. We got to talking, and to my surprize we hadn't yet tackled the topic of Ru. Well, to my delight I now had a new victim to vent upon. It turns out that Melissa even had her as a teacher, so she could totally relate. To my bewilderment, although Melissa's take on Ru was nearly identical to mine, she actually enjoyed her class and thought she was a terrific teacher. Go figure. But just like every good looking girl that pays any attention to me, she may have a good point that I just failed to see before she pointed it out. So, naturally I consented to be more open and give her a chance. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, make Melissa believe I'm open minded so she'll go out with me. (am I offending any of you ladies yet???)
 1:10 PM   •  2 opinonated pieces of What? 

• After Vancouvers 2-0 win over Calgary the other night, it marked the first time in 8 games that they scored less than four goals in one game. They're averaging 4.5 goals since New Years, and the only other team to have more goals so far is Detroit. But Detroit only has three more goals than the Canucks. Markus Naslund suddenly leads the league in scoring, and Vancouver is once again climbing the standings. Dan Cloutier must be grateful.
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•

Lindros Knocked Out of Game With Knee Injury

January 28, 2002

NEW YORK (AP) -- Eric Lindros mildly sprained his right knee Monday night, forcing him to leave the New York Rangers game against Tampa Bay in the second period. After the game, Lindros was quoted as saying "Aaaannd I'm spent."


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• I'm listening to this guy on the other side of the table hit on this chick. It's going on right now...I can't believe all the crap coming out of his mouth. He's actually blabbing about some script he wrote and how "everyone" in the "business" loved it. I don't know what that really means, but I can bet you anything that it means some nobody in some south county film agency read it and gave him some bull crap story as to how he's gonna make it huge with this script. Sort of like this guy is doing with this poor girl right now. It's fun to hear her give him a courtsey laugh every couple minutes. (Oh, there's one now.) He just told her that he could have a director in three days or three months. Yeah, and I could go home to find Claire in my bath tub soaking in tapiocca with a midget feeding her snickerdoodles too. I want to point and laugh at him obnoxiously, but I'm afraid that the librarian will make me leave.

Do girls have nose hair? Cuz on my way to Biology, I saw a girl (quite attractive I might add, which will prove an important observation, as you will see in a second) apparently picking her nose hairs. Now that was rich. Cuz I'm pretty darn sure that even if girls do have hair in their nose, the cute ones still don't.

In biology today, I was reading Boobies' spanish book and it brought back what distant memories I have of spanish class in junior high school. There's a distinct mexican art style that they use for those spanish language manuals. You can always tell when it's a mexican drawing. There was this one drawing that had a naked baby getting slapped on the back by a doctor. In order to cover the baby's youknowwhatsit they placed, in big letters, the baby's name, Juanito. I burst out laughing right in the middle of class, drawing more attention from the teacher towards me than I felt comfortable with. In a state of anomie I followed my burst of laughter with a burst of "Bad soil?" Just hoping he was still on the topic of our ecosystem, and that soil had anything to do with anything. Alls I got was a long blank stare before he continued with his lesson. I think he was talking about the Ozone.

I got to my first class 20 minutes early today. Having worked last night and only catching a short 30 minute nap before I had to drag myself to school, I was exhausted but relieved to have another 20 minutes to sleep in my desk before class began. I slouched low in my chair, pulled my black beanie over my eyes, and let my daydreams begin. Time crept by, and suddenly it felt as though something was amiss. People should be here already, yet I am still alone. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was five after nine. Then I noticed something taped to the window of the doorway that was certainly not there when I had arrived. It was an orange piece of paper. I got up to read it, and it was instructions for the class to meet in another building. While I slept inside the room, someone taped these instructions on the door reminding us that we weren't supposed to be there. I would have been aware of this if I had been in class last week, but I wasn't. I could only imagine missing class because I slept through class in the wrong classroom. Now that would have been rich.

Speaking of Food and Nutrition, I have found a new respect and admiration for my teacher. I asked her if I could get my paper handed back earlier than everyone else so I could use it for Biology. She graciously granted my request, but in order to get it from her I had to wait for her to finish helping people with stuff. In the mean time, I just waited outside for a while. Now, if any of you were outside this morning, you'd know that it wasn't really cold, but it may have been more comfortable inside than out. So, after a few minutes I went back into the room to wait for her. I wasn't even two steps in the room and she says (to the incredibly good lookin' girl next to her) "Oh, this is Mike." She then stood up and said "Here, why don't you sit down. She's looking up information on The Zone (a fad diet)." She then walked away and left us to our conversation, which led to me walking this incredibly good lookin girl to her next class, which then led to her asking where I sit in class, and then asking me to come talk to her before I split on Wednesday. I owe this lady big time. I've never had a teacher so cool in my life!!

 12:24 PM   •  2 opinonated pieces of What? 

• First of all, I hate fwd's, but especially when they're beyond just not-funny. I hate them even more when they're some sort of moral, or ethical agenda, or even political. Especially the political ones. But it kills me that my grandpa sends me them every day (who know's where he finds them all), and I can't help but at least glance at them just because my grandpa sent them. It's like in the back of my subconsious I have this fear that one day he's gonna ask me if I read them, and I'm gonna lie, but then he's gonna test me on it and find out that I lied, and he'll be so crushed that he croaks right there on the phone with me. That's my fear. So I suffer the moment just to look long enough that I can pretend that I read it. He sent me two today, but one of them really irked me. It was some long and stupid one about how all these American car companys sent financial aid to the victims of Sept. 11, but none of the foreign companys did anything. I could tell what was coming right off the bat, and sure enough I was right. They closed by saying don't buy foreign cars anymore because they only care about taking out money. Blah, blah, blah. If I were rich enough, I'd buy so many foreign cars that it'd put them American company's out of business. That would teach 'em!!
 4:07 PM   •  4 opinonated pieces of What? 

• I just heard a commercial on the radio that asked "What could be better than a beefy double cheesburger from McDonalds?" Uhm, try anything?
 6:15 PM   •  1 opinonated piece of What? 

• How 'bout this? Tim Connolly sets up our first goal against Tampa Bay before he gets hit in the face with a slapshot. The game was paused for more than five minutes as they cleaned the blood and looked for teeth on the ice. Connolly leaves for stitches, comes back and sets up Afinogenov on his first shift back. Now that is a hockey player.

Clip from an article on Faceoff.com: New York Islanders fans tolerated Oleg Kvasha's inconsistencies last season, if for no other reason than he was just one of many players forced into a regular NHL shift before he was ready. But no more. It's time for the Islanders to say "NYET" to an excruciatingly maddening player who somehow will represent his native Russia next month at the Salt Lake City Olympics. Leave him in Utah. Send him to AHL Bridgeport. Lock him in a closet, or at least in the press box. Just don't let him anywhere near the power play or any more important shifts...

Is Boston for reals? Consider their top 7 point getters: Thornton, Murray, Samsonov, Guerin, Roloston, Stumple, and Lapointe. They all have over 40 points. Thornton is the second leading points man in the league. Dafoe and Grahame fill the nets, and they have O'Donnell and McLaren on the blue line. I think this team has been bound to explode the last three years, and with Thornton finally grown up, and the addition of Guerin last year, they are for reals. A better question would be is Chicago for reals???

People want to know what happened to Calgary. They exploded out of the gates before hitting a wall. They've went from fighting for first place overall to fighting to keep out of last place in their division. Look at their scoring. They have three players with over twenty points, and they're all on the same line. No one else has over 18.

What looks odd about this? Ilya Kovalchuck and Dany Heatly both have over 40 points. Pascal Rheume has 16. Rheume centers Kovalchuck and Heatly.

Jeremy Roenick was supposed to make a lot of noise when he got to Philly. He started the season with a sprained wrist, and didn't make much of a scene at all. I don't think anyone has paid him much attention since, and suddenly he's leading the team in points with 50. The league leader has 54.

Someone asked why no one was making a big deal out of the fact that Mike York might be the first American born player to lead the league in points. I have two answers: 1)he plays for the Rangers, and 2)see comments on Roenick.

Adam Oates has 48 points. 40 of them are assists. Do I need to mention he leads the league. Oh yeah, and he's almost the same age.





 6:13 PM   •  4 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Brotherhood of The Wolves -- see it. I give it four stars, ducks, bowls of tapioca...whatever you like! It was a good flick. The The Royal Tenenbaums -- wasn't quite what I was expecting, but in a way it was so much more. I'll say it was worth 3 on a rating scale.
 9:53 AM   •  2 opinonated pieces of What? 

• I know this is one of them topics that gets rehashed all the time, but it's just like poop -- it never gets old. I was walking to my lab today..oh, she has a boy friend, go figure (they always do)..and I saw this guy (who also happened to be in my lab) facing a corner, all by his lonesome, picking his nose with a kleenex, and then looking at what he dug out. It never ceases to amaze me how many people feel compelled to look at it. Are you thinking what I'm thinking??? Looks to me like we need a Booger Scale. At this rate I'm gonna own the market on bodily waste measurments. I'M GONNA BE RICH!!!!!
 2:46 PM   •  9 opinonated pieces of What? 

• I told them it was gonna be on. I told them that after the second day of class. And you know it's bad when I'd rather be in Statistics than Sociology. Statistics for cryin out loud!!

It wasn't that I didn't understand Ru's point, or that I even disagreed with her. But, it's just upsetting when a teacher not only says something stupid, but then won't even admit when she's wrong. That's what makes me mad. Her point was that we're in a Capitalist controlled society. And that all of our likes and dislikes are based soley on what the Capitalist tell us we like. We don't make up any of our decisions. I agree with that mostly, and to make her point I can accept even a slight exaggeration. How our arguement got started was when I made a joke and she didn't get it. She used chocolate chip cookies as her example, and told us that we only like them because we're told to. Okay, her point was made, but I went ahead and said "I agree with you all the way up to the cookies. Because I refuse to believe that if some rich jerk wasn't telling me to enjoy chocolate chip cookies, that I wouldn't. I know I would." Ru could have left it at that and everything would have been just fine. But she pushed it one more step and said I was wrong. So, I figured okay, now I have to make my own point...even if it's only for my own personal amusment. So, I argued with her over whether or not our bodies are biologically attracted to sugar and salt. I even said to her that I won't dispute the fact that industries will use sugar and salt to make us like a product, but they don't teach us to like the sugar and salt. (And that's how stupid this arguement really was...). I even told her, to give myself more credibility (although it was hardly needed in this case), that I was currently in a Food and Nutrition class and that she's wrong. But then she had to go and tell me that it doesn't matter what they teach in other classes, that I was the one that was mistaken. The nerve! If she had a sense of humor at all, I might chalk that one up as sarcasm, but she was being brutally serious.

Now, of course I knew the arguement was dumb, pointless, and irrelevant to her original point. But it happened anyways. The thing that really got me brewing though was that Ru has completely no respect for anyone else. She's over opinionated, narrow minded, and I'm really starting to believe ignorant and niave. Those aren't good qualities for a teacher. I mean, if you're gonna stand before a class and try to teach them something, don't be saying stupid things. And for crying out loud, get a sense of humor.

So anyways, I shut up after that, just to avoid stalling her schedule anymore than I had already, at least for the sake of the rest of the class. But after a while Ru just looked me dead in the eye and said "What's the matter Michael, none of this is good enough for you? You're just gonna sit there and disagree with everything I say?" I just smiled and said "No, no, you're doing fine right now. I'll let you know when you're wrong." Doh!
 3:36 PM   •  6 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Last night marked the end of Buffalo's two game visit to Southern California. For the first time in our ten years here, Jimmy and I got to attend both games. The Wed. game was boring and sloppy, but we won and that made up for the lack of excitment. The second game, in L.A., proved to be more exciting, and we were well on our way to another victory until the puck bounced funny off the glass and went right to the Kings best player who put it past Backup Bob to tie it. Then, good ol' Bob let in a weak goal a minute before we would have been guarunteed at least one point for going into OT. So, we ended up losing, which was painful, and would have ruined my night if it wasn't for the fact that as we were leaving our section we bumped into the Buffalo Sabres announcers. They certainly aren't celebrities, especially in California, but they are people that we've been watching and listening to for half of our lives. So, it was exciting for us to be able to shake their hands. The funny thing is, I can't remember if I told them they were great, or if they kick ass. I hope it was the latter, because it's funnier that way. I was so excited that I couldn't even rememeber Rick Geanerette's name, and I looked at Jim Lorentz and said "We almost walked right by you except that I recognized...him (and then pointed at Rick)." Unfortunately, because of the loss, that was the highlight of our night, but it was awesome none the less.
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• Go ---->here<----- When you get there, get as close to the picture as you can while keeping comfortable. Just look at the picture without doing anything else. It will take you about 45 seconds to figure out what is so creepy about it, but don’t bother counting down or anything. Just look at it…you’ll know when you find it.
 3:20 PM   •  10 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Read Levy's last post. Don't worry...the punch line is in the very last sentence.
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• Well, things sort of settled down there at school, so I was at a bit of a loss as to what to write about. I mean, I could go on and on about Boobies (my loving nickname for my Lab Partner), but I figure that you'd get bored of that pretty quick since you haven't seen her. So, I opted to wait 'til something good came up.

I finally figured out who my Sociology teacher reminds me of. It struck me like a ton of bricks when she got to class yesterday -- she's a dead ringer for RuPaul. That doesn't really bother me when I presume she's still a she. But she is going to drive me nuts.

The first class she insisted that we all talk, and be active in the class. Now, normally I'm not too interested in drawing attention to myself in any class...at least, not from the teacher. But she was gabbing yesterday about how without language we couldn't exist. Because if we couldn't think in words then we wouldn't be able to survive. It was just the dumbest thing I've ever heard a teacher say, so I said "That's not true..." She cut me off with, "Yes it is..." "No, it isn't!! Because..." "Yes it is...." "No it isn't!!!"

The arguement was stopped short there. At that point I wasn't ready to say that I thought she didn't know anything, but I was quite upset that the only retort she had was "Yes it is", and then she wouldn't even let me explain myself. But as the class went on, I began to realize that she really doesn't know anything, and when she's "teaching", it's really just her quoting an old lesson plan that I'm not even sure she really wrote. I noticed that she has this catch phrase that she likes to over use...well, actually two of them. She says either, "Yes?", cutting herself off, or saying, "Is this clear?". Well, the only thing clear to me is that she always speaks rhetorically, and then looks at us like we're supposed to answer. I suppose that's all tied into her Black Southern Baptist back ground, because you know how they all like to cheer on the minister as he raps for the congregation. But she can never explain herself any better than how she does the first time she says something, and she'll never let you disagree. And I might mention at this point, that I can already tell she's got an agenda for us, meaning that she's gonna want to emphasize the Black struggles in everything, even if it has nothing to do with the issue at hand. But it just kills me when she starts talking ghetto. Some guy actually guessed one of the answers right (which reminds me, that we spent way too much time guessing at one answer, until I actually had to ask her if we were even close), and when he said whatever the answer was, she says, "Go Boy! You talk to me!" That got annoying real fast.

So, what was my reward for putting the teacher on the spot? I had to erase the boards after class...this is gonna be a fun class. I can tell already, it's going to be a blast indeed!
 12:03 AM   •  2 opinonated pieces of What? 

• I've decided to be not smitten anymore. I realized this a while ago, but failed to mention it, that she's obviously 19. That means she's 19 and it's obvious. Too immature for my blood. I saw her today at school and it became quite apparent that I'd benefit more if I kept fishin'. Besides, the girl I chose for my lab partner is pretty darn cute. Actually, I sit behind her in the Biology class, yet somehow failed to notice her as I should have on Monday. It's not often that they fall through the cracks, but there's always room for one or two...no, scratch that, one exception.

Today I corrected Monday's mistake and struck up a conversation with her, eventually finalizing my decision that she'd do just fine. I made her laugh right off the bat, successfully, and swiftly progressing to stage B in my attempts to secure her as my Lab Buddy. After class I further impressed her with my wit and charm as we waited outside the lab room. But I knew that it would take much more than just good looks, wits, and charm to make her a lock-in. So, when we were finally allowed to enter the lab room I made sure to sit next to her and look at her boobies...I mean, to make her believe I was smart. Now she couldn't refuse me. I was good looking, witty, charming, and smart. By the end of lab she asked me to be her partner all semester.

*shucks* "Of course I will..." Clever, huh?

Of course, I did have trouble not noticing how large her chest was. But, in my defense, she did sort of throw them in my face, and the fact that she was mamorily endowed honestly had nothing to do with my decision to make her my partner. Although, to be brutally honest, I sure did luck out. And, there were a couple of times she would ask me a question and it wouldn't register until she repeated it a couple times because I couldn't stop starring. But again, in my defense, it wasn't my fault...really.

In other news: I was disappointed this morning, because I was about 10 minutes late for my first class, Food and Nurtrition, which meant that I didn't get to pick my seat for the seating chart. But, the girl I am next to isn't so bad. But I really wanted to sit next to the deaf girl. (Not too long ago I had the coversation with my sister and Dave Kent, about whether or not an impairment like deafness would make a difference. It does. But a good difference. She's a good looking girl, to be sure, but for some strange inexplicable reason she's cuter now that I know she's hard of hearing.) The one redeeming aspect of this class, besides I'm gonna enjoy what I'm learning, is that there are more hell-o's than hell-no's in this class. So the odds of me landing next to an attractive girl was in my favor. I don't have too much to complain about then. Even my Math class, which will be the least fun, has a bunch of attractive ladies in it. And I'm so blessed as to be surrounded by them. For my first full time semester, uhm...ever, I sure can't be unmotivated to show up to class, that's for sure.

So, getting back to my original point, about un-smiting myself, I've always had the philosophy that it's not good to commit to anything too hastily, incase something better comes along. I figure that should apply here, considering that she's got a bit of work to do in the maturity department, and I've got the perfect opportunity to make some new friends at school. I think it makes sense...


 3:56 PM   •  7 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Well, I'm gonna appreciate Monday's and Wednesday's so much more now that my Tuesday's are going to suck. I start off with a bit O' Statistics for an hour and a half, and then dive right into a three hour session of Sociology. *ugh*

I'm already lost in Statistics, and we only went over about a half hour worth of stuff. And Sociology is gonna bore me to death. I'll be forced to be the clown if I'm gonna get through it at all. Luckily I know a girl in that class, because she was in my computer class last semester. The first thing I told her was that she'd be surprized as to how well behaved I am when my mom isn't in the class. I hate to disappoint her, but if I don't joke around I'll bomb it for sure. At least this way I can associate the material with funny things I do. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to mention that the kid sitting to my left in that class looks like Harold from Harold and Maud. He's a little off the wall too...I guess there's always something to be entertained by if you look hard enough.

The worst part about Tuesday's is that I don't get out of my second class until 2:24, but Dave gets out of his class at noon. He doesn't have another class until 4:00, which means I have to sit around and wait for him to get out at 7:00. Normally that wouldn't be so bad, because after Sociology I'd just go to my Math lab, which we all know I'm gonna need anyhow. BUT, we got out at 1:40 today,and I don't have a lab yet, so what am I supposed to do now until 7 o'clock? This is gonna kill me...I think I'm gonna go sleep in the library (which is where I already am).
 2:25 PM   •  1 opinonated piece of What? 

• When last semester ended I was a bit disappointed that I wouldn't be able to bring you any more fun stories of Davey and me farting in class. Or how I told the teacher that Dave had a crush on her. Certainly those were great times, and I was afraid I'd never rival them. Well, there's a surprize around every corner nowadays, and I'm proud...no, relieved to announce that I have two classes (so far) in which I have found a plethora to report back to you on!

First, you'll never guess who's in both my classes. A ton of hot chicks! that's who!! Man, there were so many good looking girls in my first class, Food and Nutrition, that I didn't know where to sit. And apparently the girl next to me likes to play the farting game too, because she sure stinked it up today. I knew it was her because it had that dainty girl fart smell, which I'm sure you're all familiar with, and she was constantly squirming in her chair. The best part about this class is that it's one of those stadium seating rooms, and we have to sit so close to the person next to us that if you move at all, your elbows hit, which just made it harder for her to squirm.

Then there's the teacher, who reminds me of this lady, Mrs. Baumler, from back home. Now, there's a really big joke in that alone, but only my family would get it. So, as soon as I can figure out how to describe her I'll do it, but for now, you'll have to wait in suspense. Just trust me that she's a riot (which isn't good for her). But I can tell you that she made me laugh (at her) quite a number of times, and at one point I looked to my right to see if anyone else was laughing, and I totally caught the girl next to me starring at me. This wasn't the farting girl either. And I don't mean like she just happened to be looking at me, and glanced her eyes forward or away nonchalantly. I'm talking that her head was twisted all the way to the left so that when I turned to and caught her, she had to whip her head (which her reaction time is not so good, I might add), over compensating her neck muscles strength and ability, so that she was now looking completely to her own right side and up at the ceiling. Needless to say that made me laugh even harder.

In my next class, which is Biology, the teacher was again a point of mention. This time however, he reminded me of a cross between E.T. and the teacher guy with the puppet in South Park. He has more of a southern accent, than a midwestern one, but he does the whole "nkay?" thing a whole mess. But the first thing I noticed was that he came into the room wearing all brown, and his neck is stiff and extra long, and his head is long in the back, with his flat face. I almost burst out in tear jerking laughter, but somehow I managed to contain myself. I mentioned it to the guy behind me, but I don't think he either knew what the heck I was talking about, or he just didn't find the humor in it.

Well, to be honest, there were plenty of other things I noticed today that I could write about, both in and out of class. Like the two old women walking in front of me to the bookstore. The one was of asian likeness, and the other was white. But the asian lady didn't speak very good english, and you could tell the white lady didn't hear so well. That made for a very entertaining conversation. But, to tell more than what I already have would require more energy than I can spare. I'm already pooped from working last night and then heading straight to school. But be encouraged because now I'm a full time student which means more good stories each and every day, just for you!!!
 3:22 PM   •  4 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Up until now I've avoided posting anything on hockey, only for the sake of the readers I know don't care about it. But, I just read something that I feel compelled to post, for my own sake, because I love the sport and the NHL so much that, well, quite frankly, I don't give a crap what anybody else thinks about it. As a matter of fact, I kinda like hockey being NOT as popular as football, or baseball, or basketball...because that's what makes us the best fans in the world. The other sports may have more fans, but that just increases the percentage of meatheads, morons (is there really a difference), and jerks that route for their respective favorite game.

Lest I digress any further, there has been an on going debate amoung fans as to what hockey city is the real "Hockeytown". Detroit is the city that coined the term and has been long considered to be Hockeytown, but that doesn't mean that the arguement is that simple. Montreal, in my mind, is probably the most valid true hockeytown, but there are plenty of valid arguements for any of the Original Six. Today, Larry Wigge posted a comment that one reader sent in that really changed my perspective on the issue. So, for my few and far between hockey fanatic friends that read this blog, this one is for you to enjoy.

Larry, You can't say Detroit is Hockeytown because of future Hall of Famers. You can't say Montreal is because of the history of great players. You can't say Toronto is Hockeytown because players love the city.

Hockeytown is different in everybody's mind. My Hockeytown is a small town in Northern Alberta with an indoor rink that is never empty. And an outdoor rink 10 minutes outside town that never has good ice but always has 10 or more kids on it after school is out. The same place where you can drive down any given back road and find a cleared-off pond with kids begging their parents to shine the lights of the truck on the ice so they can play for 10 more minutes. The same town where the most recent "assault" was when about five drunk Oiler fans attacked a Flames fan at the bar.

In reality, though, the Hockeytown debate shouldn't exist. Every town where half the people love hockey is hockeytown.

Philip Davidsen

*** Philip: This is my favorite.

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• They say that the wee hours of the night bring out the characters. I believe it. I don't even know why people feel like they can tell me these sort of things, but it's always been this way. It was this way when I worked for Starbucks, and Mobil, and now at the gym. I may have even mentioned this guy before, because he's one of the first people I met when I started working there. He was one of the ambiguously gay guys, who wears a zebra stripped weight belt, and who even drives a new VW Beattle (not very ambiguous really, is it?), and is a bit too nice for any straight mans liking...

Well, he came in last night, and started talking to me. At first, he just sort of stood there until I got the hint that he wasn't going anywhere until I put my book down and paid him some attention. I didn't want to at first, but then I figured I could get some more evidence of his homosexuality. But the thing is, at one point I also wondered if he was a christian, so this was a good opportunity to find out whatever I could. As it went, we started talking about movies, and that led into Star Wars, which led into the wacky stuff. He some how related Star Wars to "religion", but 'more specifically christianity, because I'm a christian and it's what I know the best', he says. Okay, that answers my question at least, I thought, giving him the fullest benefit of the doubt. But then he starts telling me, completely out of nowhere, about his sexual fantasies and porn stars he's watched and then met. Any of you with a half way decent sense of humor can imagine how hard it was to NOT laugh in this guys face. I soon discovered that he works at Captain Cremes as a bouncer, 'but I feel bad every time I go into work', he says. He uses it to witness to strippers. He so cannivingly jots down notes on a piece of paper so the strippers will ask what he's writing, and then he can go into some kind of schpeal. How creative. Actually, try misguided.
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• So last night, after I had finished my best leg work out ever, I went downstairs to gather my change of clothes. There was this totally hot blonde chick (Levens as my witness) standing at the counter, who I ended up following back up the stairs on the way to the locker rooms. Normally, I would never point this sort of thing out, but I couldn't bare to have this beautiful girl walking around with toilet paper coming out of her pants...okay, I'm just kidding. There was no toilet paper. I noticed her perfume, and it was really good, so I told her she smelled nice. She was flattered, blah blah blah, she went to work out, I went to change, and that was that. But after about a half hour of standing at the front desk, I went back upstairs to talk to Levy. This girl (Lynette) was working out her shoulders by the dumbbell rack, so I walked up behind her, leaned in real close, and took a big ol' whiff of her. She looked at me kinda funny and said "what the hell are you doing?", and I just bore a great big smile and said "I'm sorry, it's just that you smelled so good I had to get another taste." Now, I realized that it could have gone either way for me at that point, but she took it pretty well cuz she laughed, and we talked, she told me her name, and then we talked a bit before she left...but I'll tell ya (Levens as my witness) it was pretty funny. I think all the guys that were standing there wished they had that sort of creativity and charisma to pull something like that off on a hot chick. Now, the catch will be to see if she comes back on my shift...
 4:38 PM   •  7 opinonated pieces of What? 

• For all of you who know me, you know that I love the cold and the snow. I'm sure you've all heard about the snow storm that hit Buffalo (my home town), dropping 8 feet of snow in less than three days. How jealous I am. I want to be back there soooo bad. Well, the Buffalo News printed a picture of sidewalks that hadn't been plowed yet, and there wasn't even 8 inches of snow, let alone 8 feet. What a bunch of jerks. I want to see the good stuff. What kind of news paper are they runnin'???
 7:35 PM   •  1 opinonated piece of What? 

• Can you believe that Jimmy likes Space Balls, but doesn't like Blazing Saddles? He thought Blade was a great movie, but The Game was okay? And Jimmy is a pretty smart guy, so I don't know what to think of all this. I'm just incredibly confused right now. I think I'll go take a nap. Although, before I do, I will say one more thing. Because in Jimmy's defense, he did make a good point that I'd never thought of before. He was saying that The Game was good until the end, and it wasn't that he jumped off the building that bothered him. It was two things that sort of ruined it for Jimmy, and the first being that he just happened to jump off the building at the right spot. The other was the fact that all his friends cheered him on for attempting suicide, and even drove him to do it.
 3:54 PM   •  3 opinonated pieces of What?