There will be no rest until everything is under control.
I'm literally on day 13 of a 14 day work week, where I'm working my minimum wage job along with working at a student paper (finding photographers and taking pictures) and well, biting my tongue about certain people's ideals and decisions. I'm back to being a busy girl after a summer of complete burnout. The same work mode as mentioned however throw in a bottle of gin, the Fringe festival and the politics of what a promiscuous inner circle= moments of self loathing and not truly being myself.
But that's the least of the problem.
I developed a wrist problem which has transcended into tendinitis, finally diagnosed last week as a freaked out my doctor over my sheer flexibility (no one is supposed to be bendy like that, ew). My health is now on the line, as a photographer and as a person. This could jeopardize my chances of ever taking pictures for a major publication or anything if I don't get any better.
However, this is what I'm up against.
Apparently at my job, I'm the only person that knows how to make a sandwich. No one knows how to cook, even the woman I work with in the back (she has 3 children and doesn't know how to cook pasta, I figure this is a family of take out).
At the paper I work at, editors think I'm a psychic so I have to guess the time and place on where to send my photographers (including myself), including the names of people I have to take pics of. "Instead of telling me, meet at a battleship at 10 am, tell me 'we're covering a conference by National Defence, 10:30." This is where you will have a photographer showing up.
Having friends who think are better than most (pride ridden) say you can stay with them, only finding out at 2AM after a long day of work followed by travel, that they left their keys in their apt and have to watch them break into their old place to crash. And this is the 3rd time I've seen this happen.
I won't get into the nitty gritty of my family life however there is that one member who really is taking advantage even though she has no advantage at all.
And then you throw in an unnecessary election and stir up more havoc.
How on earth am I supposed to get any better when my attitude is no better than anyone who thinks they are better than me. Where is the common sense that I work my a** off and what I get in return is abuse and sh**ty wrists.
Someone that used to work my coffee shop job recommended another specialist, someone more athletic friendly than medical. Already feeling the havoc of thinking about another thing to do with my wrists, I get annoyed as this is the last thing I want to think about after working a nine hour shift.
Since the diagnosis, I've gotten my focus back. I know what it is, I don't have to wonder what's going to happen to me as a photographer and as a person, this is treatable, there are ways to treat it. I will do anything now to be a healthy photographer when the pressure is on. I do however have to remember to ease up and relax now and then. I mustn't forget to have a better attitude as they equal to better wrists.
I guess that's my excuse to feel better about myself.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Why the Olympics are no Different to The Arts
To sum things up after experiencing the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, I want to go to the olympics. I think I do this every 2 years, whether it's the winter or the summer, to be a part of an event half the world is participating as either athelte, media, employer or citizen whose backyard is used to host. I envy and end up adding (whatever city) to my wish list of travel, Beijing is now an idea one day, like Barcelona was when I went 4 years ago. I'm aware of the smog and the human rights however I'll do my best to be objective about it.
Besides, the photographers made this look so appealing. I want in.
I enjoyed being up at weird hours to watch the swim team and having the knowledge to understand what the appeal of our swim team and Michael Phelps is all about, my sister used to compete as a swimmer and watches the sport avidly. Funny, as she's more of the sports oriented and I'm in the arts, after watching and learning the stories on how the athletes got there and what it took to be there for a several seconds of glory...
...sports are no different than arts.
Seriously, it takes a lot to get there, to train in hopes to be something. There's sacrifice and dedication to become either Olympican or Creator. These are the crafts that parents fear their child will become because there's a lack of income, oh no, I'm raising either a jock or an artist.
Just great.
However, there's passion when there is focus, there is inspiration and confidence. There always has to be confidence when either competing or creating. Think of this as a Fringe show:
routine, write, rewrite, apply and hope you do get into the Fringe (or Fringes), rewrite and public read, rehearse (lots of time and money), focus on promoting your ass off in hopes that the audience will show. And when they show, you better put on the performance of your life, everyone watching, you don't stumble on your lines or your feet and believe that this show has what it takes to be a 4 star (the gold and the memorable) 3 star isn't too bad (as the silver and hope that the audience will remember you). 2 stars means you rather come in 4th.
That's right, confidence and focus, going for glory. The analogy works in many ways.
Well, that's how I see it. I really am into the sports than in the arts. It's like how Ustan Bolt put it as he points and waves, blows kisses into the crowd and pounds his chests and screams after setting another world record, he is a preformer, this is what the crowd wants.
Sports is simply another form of entertainment. Itself an art form, check out the photo galleries or read the stories. It is like dance, theatre, the tall man show posse like a basketball team, sketch com like swimming, you get the picture.
In the case of Canada, it is also lacking funding (in both areas).
The government announced that they are cutting funding in the Arts, the same time that Canada was medal less the first 7 days of the Olympics, it didn't look good for the nation knowing that our best can't compete and be elite like the rest. Most of the sports competing either have lack of or no funding at all (money coming from the athetes pockets). Funding is essental so more people can either play or perform. Talent cannot be wasted however we all can't be like Michael Phelps, we're not forturnate to have endoresments or funding, there are staving atheltes and artists out there.
Meanwhile, Phelps eats for 6 people in one day (I really wanted to use the joke).
I actually would want to see funding in sports, sports are inspiring and confidence boosting. It creates jobs for coaches, there's a science into wanting to be faster, going higher, becoming stronger. The sacrifice in training, no real life for a mere few seconds, the pay off if you finish in the top 10. I enjoy watching and cheering for someone who either was brought up by a single mom or living in poverty. These stories are memerable, like the South African who does open water swimming (and has only one limb), or the 1st medal for Afganistan or someone coming back from a serious injury, to perservere from adverstity.
I don't come across that in the arts, all I see are egos, divas and lack of originality. I'm ashamed of what I've seen in the last while, I ask myself if we (as artists) ever inspire for the good of people. I've seen some good shows however was not happy about the attitude. I do believe in confidence however all I see instead are assholes. Also, I don't recall anything that I found memorable, I remember the 1/1000 of a second win from Phelps or 9.68 from Bolt but I don't recall what Fringe show I liked in Toronto or a dance show or vernissage I enjoyed.
My point of view is this: Vancouver is next to host the world, there is a campain called "Own the Podium" where the goal is for Canada to finish first in medals, win some golds. They are putting funding in all sports to hit the podium or finish in the top 10, to compete with the likes of the United States, Russia, China, Australia. Countries that have proper funding in both fields of sports and arts.
Maybe Canada should do something like that with the Arts, that each field should earn it's way. I want to believe that the arts can do good however in the last while I'm not impress. I want to be inspired, I only see it in the pool or on the track, not the stage or at a gallery.
However, there is one thing that both the Olympic village and the Fringe circuit has something to boast about: what happens in the village, stays in the village (if you get what I mean).
Go Canada. This is where having a medal matters.
Besides, the photographers made this look so appealing. I want in.
I enjoyed being up at weird hours to watch the swim team and having the knowledge to understand what the appeal of our swim team and Michael Phelps is all about, my sister used to compete as a swimmer and watches the sport avidly. Funny, as she's more of the sports oriented and I'm in the arts, after watching and learning the stories on how the athletes got there and what it took to be there for a several seconds of glory...
...sports are no different than arts.
Seriously, it takes a lot to get there, to train in hopes to be something. There's sacrifice and dedication to become either Olympican or Creator. These are the crafts that parents fear their child will become because there's a lack of income, oh no, I'm raising either a jock or an artist.
Just great.
However, there's passion when there is focus, there is inspiration and confidence. There always has to be confidence when either competing or creating. Think of this as a Fringe show:
routine, write, rewrite, apply and hope you do get into the Fringe (or Fringes), rewrite and public read, rehearse (lots of time and money), focus on promoting your ass off in hopes that the audience will show. And when they show, you better put on the performance of your life, everyone watching, you don't stumble on your lines or your feet and believe that this show has what it takes to be a 4 star (the gold and the memorable) 3 star isn't too bad (as the silver and hope that the audience will remember you). 2 stars means you rather come in 4th.
That's right, confidence and focus, going for glory. The analogy works in many ways.
Well, that's how I see it. I really am into the sports than in the arts. It's like how Ustan Bolt put it as he points and waves, blows kisses into the crowd and pounds his chests and screams after setting another world record, he is a preformer, this is what the crowd wants.
Sports is simply another form of entertainment. Itself an art form, check out the photo galleries or read the stories. It is like dance, theatre, the tall man show posse like a basketball team, sketch com like swimming, you get the picture.
In the case of Canada, it is also lacking funding (in both areas).
The government announced that they are cutting funding in the Arts, the same time that Canada was medal less the first 7 days of the Olympics, it didn't look good for the nation knowing that our best can't compete and be elite like the rest. Most of the sports competing either have lack of or no funding at all (money coming from the athetes pockets). Funding is essental so more people can either play or perform. Talent cannot be wasted however we all can't be like Michael Phelps, we're not forturnate to have endoresments or funding, there are staving atheltes and artists out there.
Meanwhile, Phelps eats for 6 people in one day (I really wanted to use the joke).
I actually would want to see funding in sports, sports are inspiring and confidence boosting. It creates jobs for coaches, there's a science into wanting to be faster, going higher, becoming stronger. The sacrifice in training, no real life for a mere few seconds, the pay off if you finish in the top 10. I enjoy watching and cheering for someone who either was brought up by a single mom or living in poverty. These stories are memerable, like the South African who does open water swimming (and has only one limb), or the 1st medal for Afganistan or someone coming back from a serious injury, to perservere from adverstity.
I don't come across that in the arts, all I see are egos, divas and lack of originality. I'm ashamed of what I've seen in the last while, I ask myself if we (as artists) ever inspire for the good of people. I've seen some good shows however was not happy about the attitude. I do believe in confidence however all I see instead are assholes. Also, I don't recall anything that I found memorable, I remember the 1/1000 of a second win from Phelps or 9.68 from Bolt but I don't recall what Fringe show I liked in Toronto or a dance show or vernissage I enjoyed.
My point of view is this: Vancouver is next to host the world, there is a campain called "Own the Podium" where the goal is for Canada to finish first in medals, win some golds. They are putting funding in all sports to hit the podium or finish in the top 10, to compete with the likes of the United States, Russia, China, Australia. Countries that have proper funding in both fields of sports and arts.
Maybe Canada should do something like that with the Arts, that each field should earn it's way. I want to believe that the arts can do good however in the last while I'm not impress. I want to be inspired, I only see it in the pool or on the track, not the stage or at a gallery.
However, there is one thing that both the Olympic village and the Fringe circuit has something to boast about: what happens in the village, stays in the village (if you get what I mean).
Go Canada. This is where having a medal matters.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Now or Never, rules and goals for year 29
So, a few days ago I turned 29 on the 08/08/08. I must mentioned I was born at precisely 12:21 AM. If you're really a true believer of numerology then I must be a walking lottery ticket. I've been on the contemplative side (hence the title of my blog) and evaluating what has happened so far photo wise the last few years and in the last 6 months personally.
I'm doing good as a photographer, not so as a person.
Two years ago at 27 I never saw myself getting published and taking pics of bands, theatre and getting paid. I also was with a somewhat awesome guy who would later on tell me I'm not suited to be his wife and bear his children and has never paid me back for helping him inbetween jobs.
This might explain a lot about my dating record as I dwell on those words like an atlethe making a mistake that would cost them big. It's hard to shake off the psychology of bad incidents however I entered a slippery slope of bad events since I graduated from University. Like most of us, the achievement of finishing the degree is the end of a journey that has been a third of our lives. The opportunity of doing whatever we please can be a blessing and a curse, true freedom can be powerful but can make you vulnerable.
I learned that the hard way and here I am redeeming myself for what has happened. It's now or never, what is there left to lose?
For one thing, I changed the title of my Blog to Simply know Better (I dropped the "I" for the sake of not totally being the central character in this). Other thing is that I will attempt to submit at least once every two weeks as I need to improve on my writing in order to believe that the creative writing degree was for a purpose.
This is year 2 out of school, still at the same job for the last five years, more weirdoes attempting to "shoot and score" however "misses the crossbar" (in short: to get into my pants and not my heart) and the frustation of clueless nowheres surrounding the city.
Thus including some art related situations.
I sit here decided what to do next. School is an option however I wish to really give photography the chance I know it deserves. However...
I don't want to be an art person.
I want to do photojournalism instead. I want to use photo as a tool of healing, to serve a purpose. I have a hard time when I hang out with musicans, actors, even political science majors. I sometimes feel that there are bad intentions, secrets, backstabbing, egos and self fishness.
My parents did not sacrifice and raised me to become pretencious and idiotic. They also didn't raise me to be a flake and a douchebag that I was in the last few months.
In finding a balance, you have to really be yourself, not a photographer or student or employee. It's a challenge to stay sane in the industry, wanting you to like what they like when you think it's a bunch of crap. Also to like what you like knowing that what you like is genuine and sincere and not bandwagoning on a trend or what others think. It's hard when you think about how much crap is out there, how people have forgotten what outside is like or what tradition can be.
I think when I do photos there has to be a reason, more than a story. Why am I doing this, why should I care. Why should you guys read a blog that hasn't found a focus yet. I'm looking for one right now, lost a lot a ground this last while.
In the next posting there will be my awesome lists. In the meantime, my main goal for year 29 will be to redeem my focus.
I'm doing good as a photographer, not so as a person.
Two years ago at 27 I never saw myself getting published and taking pics of bands, theatre and getting paid. I also was with a somewhat awesome guy who would later on tell me I'm not suited to be his wife and bear his children and has never paid me back for helping him inbetween jobs.
This might explain a lot about my dating record as I dwell on those words like an atlethe making a mistake that would cost them big. It's hard to shake off the psychology of bad incidents however I entered a slippery slope of bad events since I graduated from University. Like most of us, the achievement of finishing the degree is the end of a journey that has been a third of our lives. The opportunity of doing whatever we please can be a blessing and a curse, true freedom can be powerful but can make you vulnerable.
I learned that the hard way and here I am redeeming myself for what has happened. It's now or never, what is there left to lose?
For one thing, I changed the title of my Blog to Simply know Better (I dropped the "I" for the sake of not totally being the central character in this). Other thing is that I will attempt to submit at least once every two weeks as I need to improve on my writing in order to believe that the creative writing degree was for a purpose.
This is year 2 out of school, still at the same job for the last five years, more weirdoes attempting to "shoot and score" however "misses the crossbar" (in short: to get into my pants and not my heart) and the frustation of clueless nowheres surrounding the city.
Thus including some art related situations.
I sit here decided what to do next. School is an option however I wish to really give photography the chance I know it deserves. However...
I don't want to be an art person.
I want to do photojournalism instead. I want to use photo as a tool of healing, to serve a purpose. I have a hard time when I hang out with musicans, actors, even political science majors. I sometimes feel that there are bad intentions, secrets, backstabbing, egos and self fishness.
My parents did not sacrifice and raised me to become pretencious and idiotic. They also didn't raise me to be a flake and a douchebag that I was in the last few months.
In finding a balance, you have to really be yourself, not a photographer or student or employee. It's a challenge to stay sane in the industry, wanting you to like what they like when you think it's a bunch of crap. Also to like what you like knowing that what you like is genuine and sincere and not bandwagoning on a trend or what others think. It's hard when you think about how much crap is out there, how people have forgotten what outside is like or what tradition can be.
I think when I do photos there has to be a reason, more than a story. Why am I doing this, why should I care. Why should you guys read a blog that hasn't found a focus yet. I'm looking for one right now, lost a lot a ground this last while.
In the next posting there will be my awesome lists. In the meantime, my main goal for year 29 will be to redeem my focus.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Cindy's Montreal Fringe Assessment
So the Montreal Fringe Fest has came and went, the beginning for most of a cross Canada tour. A mniority end up all the way to Vancouver by summer's end, others inbetween cities and realising that they know each other from the excess partying done in Montreal.
Montreal is known to be the party Fringe, with events like 13th hour, zombie parties (where you end up looking like one after partying till 4 in the morning), drag races (see photos on Flickr, cindylopez, to understand) and burlesque madnesss. Anyway, this was my 11th fringe, 3rd as a photographer, it was a had one for me as prior to Fringe I was covering at work for someone who had a heart condition (5-6 days/wk for 2 mths) + side effects from meds (more covering)X working on massive photo project + shooting for university paper X the additional computer work = massive wrists blowout.
On night one of the Fringe I felt it in both wrists (yes, both), pain holding my camera (no fun). I'm a photographer and this is not a good thing. By the halfway point I cried after shooting a show and was scared of what may happen, photo is what I do and known to do. Without it, I'm just a nobody.
It got me out of work but not Fringe.
So, these are the happenings of the 2008 Montreal Fringe.
On night one I was solicided into going back to this performer's place (twice). This was night one, NO! Usually it takes 3-4 days until you get to know whoever you meet in what city, don't you know Fringe ettiquette?
Besides, was a shorty. You got to be over 6 ft tall to go on this ride.
Known cliques: the posse of the tall one man shows, they're weird, they're tall, they hang with each other, like awkward girraffes who is now compensating later in life because of their height.
The 3rd show divas: companies who enter the 3rd show can either sink or swim, hard to live up to the 1st 2 shows, also attitude is of "who are you" when you've been hanging with them the last 2 fringe. A couple actually told me that they miss hanging and chatting with a tall one man show who the first 2 fringes was super out there and available.
Well, me too.
Shows That I heard about in Vancouver and was lucky to see them in Montreal: The Cody Rivers show presents Stick to Glue. I met them on a visit to Vancouver and didn't bother seeing their show. Man, I'm glad I did.
Best use of Space: Hanging by a Branch, this show was on the Mountain. I needed the fresh air after a mid afternoon bender and felt good watching a trapeeze act and storytelling on a Sunday (where the tam tams is going on at the same time). More to the Mountain element.
Still rocking: Die Roten Punkte. The show's a lot tighter, the songs sticking into my head, ROCK BANG!
There's a show about what?: Peg-Ass-us. It's an entertaining look at the art of pegging. See photos.
Coolest company: the guys from Weeping Spoon (there show was Greed), partyed it up, made me a bracelet, we ran to shows, helped me when my wrists gave out. Awesome guys, see you in Toronto.
I watched 25 shows, I'm going to narrow it down to 10 (no favorites, no paticular order).
1)the cody rivers show presents stick to glue.
that's it. No, no, here are the other 9.
2)The Sputniks
3)Die Roten Punkte-Super Musikant
4)First Hand Woman
5)Greed
6)Identity Crisis
7)Hondomania
8)Boom
9)Spectacle pour Emporter
10)Blastback Babyzap
Honerable mentions: Peg-Ass-us, Arguement with a Dolphin, Barry Smith's baby book.
I'm so going to get hate mail on Facebook.
Montreal is known to be the party Fringe, with events like 13th hour, zombie parties (where you end up looking like one after partying till 4 in the morning), drag races (see photos on Flickr, cindylopez, to understand) and burlesque madnesss. Anyway, this was my 11th fringe, 3rd as a photographer, it was a had one for me as prior to Fringe I was covering at work for someone who had a heart condition (5-6 days/wk for 2 mths) + side effects from meds (more covering)X working on massive photo project + shooting for university paper X the additional computer work = massive wrists blowout.
On night one of the Fringe I felt it in both wrists (yes, both), pain holding my camera (no fun). I'm a photographer and this is not a good thing. By the halfway point I cried after shooting a show and was scared of what may happen, photo is what I do and known to do. Without it, I'm just a nobody.
It got me out of work but not Fringe.
So, these are the happenings of the 2008 Montreal Fringe.
On night one I was solicided into going back to this performer's place (twice). This was night one, NO! Usually it takes 3-4 days until you get to know whoever you meet in what city, don't you know Fringe ettiquette?
Besides, was a shorty. You got to be over 6 ft tall to go on this ride.
Known cliques: the posse of the tall one man shows, they're weird, they're tall, they hang with each other, like awkward girraffes who is now compensating later in life because of their height.
The 3rd show divas: companies who enter the 3rd show can either sink or swim, hard to live up to the 1st 2 shows, also attitude is of "who are you" when you've been hanging with them the last 2 fringe. A couple actually told me that they miss hanging and chatting with a tall one man show who the first 2 fringes was super out there and available.
Well, me too.
Shows That I heard about in Vancouver and was lucky to see them in Montreal: The Cody Rivers show presents Stick to Glue. I met them on a visit to Vancouver and didn't bother seeing their show. Man, I'm glad I did.
Best use of Space: Hanging by a Branch, this show was on the Mountain. I needed the fresh air after a mid afternoon bender and felt good watching a trapeeze act and storytelling on a Sunday (where the tam tams is going on at the same time). More to the Mountain element.
Still rocking: Die Roten Punkte. The show's a lot tighter, the songs sticking into my head, ROCK BANG!
There's a show about what?: Peg-Ass-us. It's an entertaining look at the art of pegging. See photos.
Coolest company: the guys from Weeping Spoon (there show was Greed), partyed it up, made me a bracelet, we ran to shows, helped me when my wrists gave out. Awesome guys, see you in Toronto.
I watched 25 shows, I'm going to narrow it down to 10 (no favorites, no paticular order).
1)the cody rivers show presents stick to glue.
that's it. No, no, here are the other 9.
2)The Sputniks
3)Die Roten Punkte-Super Musikant
4)First Hand Woman
5)Greed
6)Identity Crisis
7)Hondomania
8)Boom
9)Spectacle pour Emporter
10)Blastback Babyzap
Honerable mentions: Peg-Ass-us, Arguement with a Dolphin, Barry Smith's baby book.
I'm so going to get hate mail on Facebook.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
done with project and gone Fringing
So the proect is now completed, along with hockey season. Wanted the Kid with the bad looking beard to take it all however, in time. Meanwhile I'm busy assembling a web site to make all troubles go away, yes I do take pictures (the thing I keep repeating as people haven't really seen my new pics). However...
it's also time to Fringe.
To Fringe: when Cindy disapears for 10 days coming back at weird hours as she watches, take pictures and have adventures with performers.
Yep, I've been doing this since 1998, 10 years of the disapearing act. Last year I saw 32 shows, had 300 dollars in my pocket and got Fringe married to a tall one man show, there was a divorce involving a timbit however he never showed up due to exchaustion and well, I'm still in the semi binding contract.
So what will happen this year?
Well, more shows, don't know quite what will happen. The vibe hasn't kicked in as of yet. I think it may require several beers, a stunt involving tree climbing and ghetto badminton.
I'll keep you guys posted.
it's also time to Fringe.
To Fringe: when Cindy disapears for 10 days coming back at weird hours as she watches, take pictures and have adventures with performers.
Yep, I've been doing this since 1998, 10 years of the disapearing act. Last year I saw 32 shows, had 300 dollars in my pocket and got Fringe married to a tall one man show, there was a divorce involving a timbit however he never showed up due to exchaustion and well, I'm still in the semi binding contract.
So what will happen this year?
Well, more shows, don't know quite what will happen. The vibe hasn't kicked in as of yet. I think it may require several beers, a stunt involving tree climbing and ghetto badminton.
I'll keep you guys posted.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I may be Broken but I can be Fixed, countdown till the end of photo project
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When it's starting to look like a project, then that's a good sign that things are going my way.
I've been working on a project way past it's deadline and hopefully it's going to be finish soon, in the meantime I'll be updating the progress (including the web site that I'm launching). It's been a blessing and a curse on this version of my infamous photo book projects. Those of you wondering what on earth am I talking about, well, one of these looks like this. I did that one 5 years ago, the beginning of being suckered into continuing a story within a story. Seeing how I evolve (or revolve) as a photographer and as a person.
Monday, May 26, 2008
The Sidney Crosby of all realisations
So now we finally reached the Stanley Cup final, knowing that by now there's green on the trees and the ground and basically everyone in Montreal has forgotten that there is hockey when the Canadiens are not playing. Well, for most of us if they recall once upon a time Michel Therrien (not the best looking coach) used to coach les bleu blanc et rouge and made a complete ass of himself in the series against Carolina. Thus putting him on the bubble till we fired his ass and got an even uglier coach in Claude Julien.
Either way, wasn't pretty, the coaching and the style of play the team used to be.
However, the NHL got lucky in this year's quality match in Pittsburgh and Detroit: both are the best in their own way. Pittsburgh are a bunch of young fast scorers ready to prove themselves against the big defensive experience in Detroit. Both have dynamic duos and goaltenders who have proven themselves time and time again after each shot. Pittsburgh is my favorite, been my fave since they last won the cup back in 1992 and it looks like Mario Lemieux may have saved the franchise yet again. He fought to keep the franchise in the Steel City when two years ago were sitting in 29th place out of 30 teams and was fortunate to win the Sidney Crosby lottery. Hoping to avoid history repeating twice, they decided to draft and trade to build around the kid, knowing that he can't just save the franchise when he was already destined to save the NHL.
That's a lot for a kid who still can't pass for legal in any bar in the States, even by Crosby's childlike looks and ill attempt at a beard I don't think he could pass for legal in Montreal.
I was thinking about what Sid the Kid has done in 3 seasons and already in his first final. Gretzky nor Lemieux never would dream to be in a situation like that when they were playing at 20 years old. Yes, Crosby is 20. I got to thinking that not that many 20 year olds are mature or goal oriented and to be able to have this much focus. Most 20 year olds are all over the place, scraping by a slew of minimum wage jobs and still trying to figure out what they want to do in life (then again, it's like that with most 25 year olds and worse when you hit 30+). Remembering two friends of mine when they hit 20, took off on journeys through Europe and working in Israel. They were somewhat focus, however at 20, I chose a journey with a lot of consequences and was trying to find focus by hitting the bottle.
I probably was the messiest when I was 20. I couldn't figure exactly what I wanted to do. I worked a cleaning lady job at a girls dorm then worked in a depaneur (corner store for the non Montrealer). Took a couple classes at University and got drunk every night until I suffered the consequences of a night where some guy got into my pants when I was passed out. My saving grace was when I applied into a photo program by chance and got in. To this day, photography has been my focus (no pun intended). And Crosby wanted to be a hockey player ever since his early days through the Timbits program in Cole Harbour.
Hearing a Crosby interview you see a young man leading a crop of young players and veterans who are aware of his age. You see focus, you see discipline, you see a kid with the league on his shoulders and is doing a good job. I said this about Carey Price, the same goes with Sid the Kid: this is not bad however he is 20 and the best is yet to come. The rarity to see this at 20 is no difference if you finally see this at 25, a miracle when you're 30+. I'm 28 right now, wishing for a little more focus, I got some this week when they cut my hours at my minimum wage job.
For about 3 months, I've been subbing for a sandwitch guy with a heart condition, long days, crack of dawn, a character I like to call "little miss cranky pants." Losing all focus, being more socially awkward, mean, tired. Hoping to gain my focus and voice out the way a 20 year old hockey phenom would.
At least I can pass for legal at any bar. My pick: Pittsburgh in 6.
Either way, wasn't pretty, the coaching and the style of play the team used to be.
However, the NHL got lucky in this year's quality match in Pittsburgh and Detroit: both are the best in their own way. Pittsburgh are a bunch of young fast scorers ready to prove themselves against the big defensive experience in Detroit. Both have dynamic duos and goaltenders who have proven themselves time and time again after each shot. Pittsburgh is my favorite, been my fave since they last won the cup back in 1992 and it looks like Mario Lemieux may have saved the franchise yet again. He fought to keep the franchise in the Steel City when two years ago were sitting in 29th place out of 30 teams and was fortunate to win the Sidney Crosby lottery. Hoping to avoid history repeating twice, they decided to draft and trade to build around the kid, knowing that he can't just save the franchise when he was already destined to save the NHL.
That's a lot for a kid who still can't pass for legal in any bar in the States, even by Crosby's childlike looks and ill attempt at a beard I don't think he could pass for legal in Montreal.
I was thinking about what Sid the Kid has done in 3 seasons and already in his first final. Gretzky nor Lemieux never would dream to be in a situation like that when they were playing at 20 years old. Yes, Crosby is 20. I got to thinking that not that many 20 year olds are mature or goal oriented and to be able to have this much focus. Most 20 year olds are all over the place, scraping by a slew of minimum wage jobs and still trying to figure out what they want to do in life (then again, it's like that with most 25 year olds and worse when you hit 30+). Remembering two friends of mine when they hit 20, took off on journeys through Europe and working in Israel. They were somewhat focus, however at 20, I chose a journey with a lot of consequences and was trying to find focus by hitting the bottle.
I probably was the messiest when I was 20. I couldn't figure exactly what I wanted to do. I worked a cleaning lady job at a girls dorm then worked in a depaneur (corner store for the non Montrealer). Took a couple classes at University and got drunk every night until I suffered the consequences of a night where some guy got into my pants when I was passed out. My saving grace was when I applied into a photo program by chance and got in. To this day, photography has been my focus (no pun intended). And Crosby wanted to be a hockey player ever since his early days through the Timbits program in Cole Harbour.
Hearing a Crosby interview you see a young man leading a crop of young players and veterans who are aware of his age. You see focus, you see discipline, you see a kid with the league on his shoulders and is doing a good job. I said this about Carey Price, the same goes with Sid the Kid: this is not bad however he is 20 and the best is yet to come. The rarity to see this at 20 is no difference if you finally see this at 25, a miracle when you're 30+. I'm 28 right now, wishing for a little more focus, I got some this week when they cut my hours at my minimum wage job.
For about 3 months, I've been subbing for a sandwitch guy with a heart condition, long days, crack of dawn, a character I like to call "little miss cranky pants." Losing all focus, being more socially awkward, mean, tired. Hoping to gain my focus and voice out the way a 20 year old hockey phenom would.
At least I can pass for legal at any bar. My pick: Pittsburgh in 6.
Friday, May 16, 2008
post hockey, pre sobriety
So it had been a couple weeks since Bob Gainey summed up the season in a nutshell: that the Canadiens are almost there and are needing a large center in the near future. Hearing the unfamiliar name of a Swedish player who is the best NOT playing in the NHL either means 2 things: What the f**k or he's up to something. Carey Price is off on a Mexican vacation then returning home, a little bit wiser and knowing better as when training camp approaches he would know that he'll be the number one goaltender. The job is his, he needs to boost the confidence to reach the next level.
I seem to be using the analogy for confidence as goaltenders can go hot and cold. They are weird yet can hold the team when everything else breaks down. I see that outside the net, that yes, confidence does come and go in the thing we do best. In my case, my photography.
In the last few months I've been hot and cold: I became a photo editor at a University paper, I lost a theatre gig I normally get. I got two more gigs, got published. I work full time in the back of a coffee shop making sandwiches and salads, I have no time to take pictures. I have to update my web site by 5 years, I got Flickr. Ups and downs, during the downs I would drink.
Not a good thing.
In one sense I was glad that the team was ousted in the second round. There was a constant party in my liver and I think it was due for a siesta. Seriously, the long weekend approaches as becomes the beginning of the season of drinking on terrasses, picnics and the woods. I live in Montreal, it's what we're known for when the sun returns. The clothes come off, the drinks are open, look out. Thus explains why between the months of March through May there happens to be a slew of birthdays (therefore, more drinking).
I'm pushing for more use of contraceptives during the summer months. I can't celebrate another 20 birthdays, no more.
Yes, it's been nice to be outside again, on my bike instead of on a bar stool at the Ye Olde on the Main, my office during playoffs. I pop in now and then to see how bad Sidney Crosby's moustache has gotten. He looks like 1983 even if he didn't exist until 1987. I had to throw in that joke in every entry, take a damn look at it. That kid has a lot of confidence in guiding a bunch of kids into manhood we call playoffs. Even confident enough to know that he can't even grow a real beard. Then again, Carey Price is the same age and yet, full on beard.
Then again, he's a weird goalie.
Confidence can bring the weird out of people. Maybe that's why some drink to that, to mask away actual shyness, needing some clutch to get the real out of them. Or to mask away something that is them that they're afraid of. Been toying with that idea these days as I ask myself if I think I can try to crack the photography field to the next level, why am I still hiding in the back of a coffee shop making sandwiches?
Weird.
I seem to be using the analogy for confidence as goaltenders can go hot and cold. They are weird yet can hold the team when everything else breaks down. I see that outside the net, that yes, confidence does come and go in the thing we do best. In my case, my photography.
In the last few months I've been hot and cold: I became a photo editor at a University paper, I lost a theatre gig I normally get. I got two more gigs, got published. I work full time in the back of a coffee shop making sandwiches and salads, I have no time to take pictures. I have to update my web site by 5 years, I got Flickr. Ups and downs, during the downs I would drink.
Not a good thing.
In one sense I was glad that the team was ousted in the second round. There was a constant party in my liver and I think it was due for a siesta. Seriously, the long weekend approaches as becomes the beginning of the season of drinking on terrasses, picnics and the woods. I live in Montreal, it's what we're known for when the sun returns. The clothes come off, the drinks are open, look out. Thus explains why between the months of March through May there happens to be a slew of birthdays (therefore, more drinking).
I'm pushing for more use of contraceptives during the summer months. I can't celebrate another 20 birthdays, no more.
Yes, it's been nice to be outside again, on my bike instead of on a bar stool at the Ye Olde on the Main, my office during playoffs. I pop in now and then to see how bad Sidney Crosby's moustache has gotten. He looks like 1983 even if he didn't exist until 1987. I had to throw in that joke in every entry, take a damn look at it. That kid has a lot of confidence in guiding a bunch of kids into manhood we call playoffs. Even confident enough to know that he can't even grow a real beard. Then again, Carey Price is the same age and yet, full on beard.
Then again, he's a weird goalie.
Confidence can bring the weird out of people. Maybe that's why some drink to that, to mask away actual shyness, needing some clutch to get the real out of them. Or to mask away something that is them that they're afraid of. Been toying with that idea these days as I ask myself if I think I can try to crack the photography field to the next level, why am I still hiding in the back of a coffee shop making sandwiches?
Weird.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: Summing up an awesome season, last playoff blog.
Summing up an awesome season, last playoff blog.
I guess the tie had a 3 win warranty.
Game 6 at the Ye Olde on the Main was sad and exciting all into one. Hoping that the magic of The Canadiens and every known playoff cliche would translate into a win, followed by another win and so forth...nope.
It was bad officiating and a hot goaltender that was our undoing. Price lost his confidence as he never played this much hardcore pressure cooking hockey before. Worn out mentally and psychically got to the kid. The reminder that he is only a kid, along with a 1/3 of the squad who had had their 1st taste of what is considered "real" hockey.
There is a however to all of this.
The Pittsburgh Penguins, now my new pick to win it all, last year half the team experience their first trip to the post season. Half the squad couldn't even drink legally, still is the case. Ousted in the 1st round, the following year they are now in the conference final in a battle against Philly. Montreal is in that same boat and can improve from what just happened...
or go backwards the way Ottawa did from finalist to disaster (knocking on wood here, not going to happen).
This is part of a master plan Bob Gainey has been working on since he became General Manager nearly 5 years ago. He's putting together pieces of a puzzle, driving fans crazy during trade deadlines and draft days wondering why he made that decision. Trust me, he's up to something. We can almost be there, a few tweaks here and there and we might have something awesome.
And we just had a taste of it.
This was a team touted to be in 13th and miss the playoffs, instead we finished 1st in the division and 3rd overall. Gainey definitely is up to something here.
Would be cool to see Crosby win it all, the Kid and his squad have a great system: scoring goals. Now if he can grow more than a bad high school moustache.
To sum up game 6, there was something in the air where everyone was a fan for the night. Outsiders peering into the bar window in glimpse of the TV, I'm screaming when we hit the cross bar or when Price is shaky as he stops the puck or lets an easy one in. We're all staring at the clock: we hold the lead we want time to run out or when we lose the lead we hopes there's enough time to come back. It was that kind of night where stats and luck battle it out. In the end, luck was on Philly's side, in the form of our scoring chances hitting the post every time. In last few seconds we knew it was all over.
Kind of sucks, however...
the season we had, seeing young kids play above the level, the comebacks and great saves, yes, they do deserve the recognition for playing exciting hockey. It has been a long time since I actually enjoy watching a Canadiens game. Not since I was 13 have I enjoyed watching the Habs, a very long time. I felt bad that Price cried and felt the weight of winning on his shoulders, not a cool thing to do to a kid. Rookies are not meant to carry franchises unless they are ready, we'll slowing doing that, slowly. The bar and at the Bell Centre, we all applauded, glad that these guys did and they repaid the gratitude by raising their sticks. As for the fans, time to put away your flag off the car, to go back to a normal life. Kind of glad as I don't think my liver would have survived the conference final, ow. I'm going to miss going to Ye Olde on the Main and seeing everyone excited over the home team. Applauding in thanks is what the real fans do, not burn cop cars and smash windows. Next season is the 100th year, the way things are going I think it's going to be a special memorable year.
But just in case, let's hope Mrs. Carboneau buys another ugly tie.
I guess the tie had a 3 win warranty.
Game 6 at the Ye Olde on the Main was sad and exciting all into one. Hoping that the magic of The Canadiens and every known playoff cliche would translate into a win, followed by another win and so forth...nope.
It was bad officiating and a hot goaltender that was our undoing. Price lost his confidence as he never played this much hardcore pressure cooking hockey before. Worn out mentally and psychically got to the kid. The reminder that he is only a kid, along with a 1/3 of the squad who had had their 1st taste of what is considered "real" hockey.
There is a however to all of this.
The Pittsburgh Penguins, now my new pick to win it all, last year half the team experience their first trip to the post season. Half the squad couldn't even drink legally, still is the case. Ousted in the 1st round, the following year they are now in the conference final in a battle against Philly. Montreal is in that same boat and can improve from what just happened...
or go backwards the way Ottawa did from finalist to disaster (knocking on wood here, not going to happen).
This is part of a master plan Bob Gainey has been working on since he became General Manager nearly 5 years ago. He's putting together pieces of a puzzle, driving fans crazy during trade deadlines and draft days wondering why he made that decision. Trust me, he's up to something. We can almost be there, a few tweaks here and there and we might have something awesome.
And we just had a taste of it.
This was a team touted to be in 13th and miss the playoffs, instead we finished 1st in the division and 3rd overall. Gainey definitely is up to something here.
Would be cool to see Crosby win it all, the Kid and his squad have a great system: scoring goals. Now if he can grow more than a bad high school moustache.
To sum up game 6, there was something in the air where everyone was a fan for the night. Outsiders peering into the bar window in glimpse of the TV, I'm screaming when we hit the cross bar or when Price is shaky as he stops the puck or lets an easy one in. We're all staring at the clock: we hold the lead we want time to run out or when we lose the lead we hopes there's enough time to come back. It was that kind of night where stats and luck battle it out. In the end, luck was on Philly's side, in the form of our scoring chances hitting the post every time. In last few seconds we knew it was all over.
Kind of sucks, however...
the season we had, seeing young kids play above the level, the comebacks and great saves, yes, they do deserve the recognition for playing exciting hockey. It has been a long time since I actually enjoy watching a Canadiens game. Not since I was 13 have I enjoyed watching the Habs, a very long time. I felt bad that Price cried and felt the weight of winning on his shoulders, not a cool thing to do to a kid. Rookies are not meant to carry franchises unless they are ready, we'll slowing doing that, slowly. The bar and at the Bell Centre, we all applauded, glad that these guys did and they repaid the gratitude by raising their sticks. As for the fans, time to put away your flag off the car, to go back to a normal life. Kind of glad as I don't think my liver would have survived the conference final, ow. I'm going to miss going to Ye Olde on the Main and seeing everyone excited over the home team. Applauding in thanks is what the real fans do, not burn cop cars and smash windows. Next season is the 100th year, the way things are going I think it's going to be a special memorable year.
But just in case, let's hope Mrs. Carboneau buys another ugly tie.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: So it comes down to a bad sports cliche
So it comes down to a bad sports cliche
I was afraid it would come down to this.
The Canadiens, the Eastern Conference champs, not even meant to have made the playoffs, the better on paper in comparison to Philly, down 3-1. There's a hint of cliche in the air, waiting for the Forum Ghosts to fulfill the prophecy based on the numbers, the time it has taken for any Canadian team to win the cup and of course, the centennial of the franchise itself.
Here it comes...
to come from behind, the team doing great however Biron is the problem. It is nearly impossible to stop a hot goalie unless one breaks his confidence. It has happened to Price, it was bound to happen. He is JUST a kid. There were never any expectations for Biron to do anything in the playoffs, he had been a journeyman stuck inbetween two hot goaltenders back in Buffalo (referring to Hasek and now Miller). The Flyers are tough and will do anything to clutter up the net and be very pesky about it.
Speaking of pesky, karma caught up on Sean Avery. Lacerated spleen, gone for the season. No more Mr Jackass.
Could someone tell Crosby to save his diving techniques for the pool and score. As for the beard, not getting any better.
I was a little disappointed in the Colorado/Detroit series (or lack of it). Glad Ryan Smyth played with a busted foot (it's what he does) however it was a lack of series. Theo choked, everyone got hurt, Wings swept. It might have been the last for Joe Sakic. I think Colorado's attempt of reliving 2001 wasn't a good idea, it's Forsberg out again (only longer).
Just give it up and go back to Sweden. Ok, back to the cliche.
Game 4 was me at the Ye Olde at the Main, by then I've reconized the regulars who catches the game there. I had my usual burger and beer however wasn't feeling it. Halak was good in nets, we still can't get the first goal. I was getting tired and left in the 3rd when things happen. Crap.
I forgot what it's like watching hockey this late in the season, already May and we're still playing. Viewer's fatigue is what I have, I think I may have used my enthusiasm back in the 1st round. The lines keep changing, still no Ryder.
He's a lot useful than Lapierre, you know. Wouldn't hurt to try.
Now back to the cliche: Koivu will say something in that dressing room tonight and bring the spirits up to the young shaved headed guys. There will be a translation in French and Russian after (a good core of the team). Carbo, always the optimist, puts Price back in. He knows how the Montreal system works, how fan and media can affect the confidence of any player, he had gone through the ringer many times. He, in theory, wants Price to one day finish his career in a Montreal Canadiens sweater.
Kovalev leads by example as the young Kostein bros and the others follow the flowing locks of his hair and his amazing stick work.
The Bell centre, all 21,022 fans will cheer with hearts on their sleeves and $9 beer in their bellies. Kids with painted faces and their homemade signs gazing at their heroes along with the real heroes who brought them here to take in the experience. Tonight is different than any other night, this is where the magic happens. It's a home game, anything can happen, new heroes, nothing determined, every minute counts, do or die. Doesn't matter if you've been a fan for 15 years or 15 minutes, every ounce of confidence counts in helping the home team...
and just in case, we hope Carbo wears the ugly tie tonight.
Go Habs.
I was afraid it would come down to this.
The Canadiens, the Eastern Conference champs, not even meant to have made the playoffs, the better on paper in comparison to Philly, down 3-1. There's a hint of cliche in the air, waiting for the Forum Ghosts to fulfill the prophecy based on the numbers, the time it has taken for any Canadian team to win the cup and of course, the centennial of the franchise itself.
Here it comes...
to come from behind, the team doing great however Biron is the problem. It is nearly impossible to stop a hot goalie unless one breaks his confidence. It has happened to Price, it was bound to happen. He is JUST a kid. There were never any expectations for Biron to do anything in the playoffs, he had been a journeyman stuck inbetween two hot goaltenders back in Buffalo (referring to Hasek and now Miller). The Flyers are tough and will do anything to clutter up the net and be very pesky about it.
Speaking of pesky, karma caught up on Sean Avery. Lacerated spleen, gone for the season. No more Mr Jackass.
Could someone tell Crosby to save his diving techniques for the pool and score. As for the beard, not getting any better.
I was a little disappointed in the Colorado/Detroit series (or lack of it). Glad Ryan Smyth played with a busted foot (it's what he does) however it was a lack of series. Theo choked, everyone got hurt, Wings swept. It might have been the last for Joe Sakic. I think Colorado's attempt of reliving 2001 wasn't a good idea, it's Forsberg out again (only longer).
Just give it up and go back to Sweden. Ok, back to the cliche.
Game 4 was me at the Ye Olde at the Main, by then I've reconized the regulars who catches the game there. I had my usual burger and beer however wasn't feeling it. Halak was good in nets, we still can't get the first goal. I was getting tired and left in the 3rd when things happen. Crap.
I forgot what it's like watching hockey this late in the season, already May and we're still playing. Viewer's fatigue is what I have, I think I may have used my enthusiasm back in the 1st round. The lines keep changing, still no Ryder.
He's a lot useful than Lapierre, you know. Wouldn't hurt to try.
Now back to the cliche: Koivu will say something in that dressing room tonight and bring the spirits up to the young shaved headed guys. There will be a translation in French and Russian after (a good core of the team). Carbo, always the optimist, puts Price back in. He knows how the Montreal system works, how fan and media can affect the confidence of any player, he had gone through the ringer many times. He, in theory, wants Price to one day finish his career in a Montreal Canadiens sweater.
Kovalev leads by example as the young Kostein bros and the others follow the flowing locks of his hair and his amazing stick work.
The Bell centre, all 21,022 fans will cheer with hearts on their sleeves and $9 beer in their bellies. Kids with painted faces and their homemade signs gazing at their heroes along with the real heroes who brought them here to take in the experience. Tonight is different than any other night, this is where the magic happens. It's a home game, anything can happen, new heroes, nothing determined, every minute counts, do or die. Doesn't matter if you've been a fan for 15 years or 15 minutes, every ounce of confidence counts in helping the home team...
and just in case, we hope Carbo wears the ugly tie tonight.
Go Habs.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: Welcome to the 2nd Round, No F**king Around
Welcome to the 2nd Round, No F**king Around
The city is brimming in bleu blanc et rouge in order to mask away the burn marks and shattered glass all over Ste Catherine. After what happened after Boston, the real fans must remember to show their true colors in order to avoid showing the shade of disgrace I stumbled on in front of Hatters last week. However, it's a whole new set of rules here. It's the second round, not intense as the first however each game is tougher.
I'm still following the philosophy of Coach Carboneau one game at a time, sure we beat Philly four times in the regular season however, like Boston, what the team did in the regular season doesn't matter at all. Playoffs are unsung heroes and legends in the making. Anyone can be the hero of the night and the villian the next. While writing this, we're in the mist of game 3, the Flyers all year have been villians holding the record for most suspensions. Yes, the Broad st Bullies are back and have unfinished business with the Habs.
We're down to 8 teams, loving the return of Colorado VS Detroit. Remembering how vicious the games can were back in the day, watching Patrick Roy beat the pulp out of either Mike Vernon or Chris Osgood (and reliving the legacy through his kid last month in a junior hockey game. Like hot headed father, like hot headed son). Theodore, remember when he played for us and was good, now fills those shoes again and isn't looking good against Detroit. I hope Colorado recovers, I don't want to see Ryan Symth cry. I went out about Symth for the longest time, gritty player who plays with heart and broken bones, he's bound to return to a final. Just don't make him cry.
Game 1 had me at the Ye Olde on the Main again, however feeling overwhelmed by certain things in my life, I did like Ryan Symth and cried and did my best to compose myself during the 1st period while down 2-0. Not a big fan of crying at the bar (especially during a playoff game) however I had one of those days. The bar staff were really kind to me, thanks for the concern, will be fine, it's life. I felt better with a pint in one hand and a tied up game in the third when Kovalev and his flowing blond locks save our asses again. A certain Greek sealed the deal 46 seconds later (and realising that in this blog, my spelling of last names, especially #6 of the Habs will be my undoing in spelling and punctuation).
How many Ks are on this team? I like Price, easy last name, one syllable.
Game 2 was a combination of The Veranda on St Dominque followed by The Ye Olde, the Depot crew were there taking over the back section of the Veranda with the couches and the big screen TV. My work mates would go to watch games there the last 2 years, the only time we're hanging out from work confines. Not that many places of employment do that, hang out and be friends outside the workplace. Even the customers were there, I ended up talking to a former Torontoian, who sees the difference in fan attitude. Montreal fans are loyal and treat the franchise as if it were a family member, concern when they're low and joyful when they're on a high. He was amazed how the female fans (they are more than in Toronto) are real fans and not because for their boyfriends. I got a good hand of that when I sprinted the one block over to Ye Olde to see my former editor in chief of The Concordian cheering and yelling at the TV (she only became a fan in the 1st round and already knew the rules and the names of players). I very quick learn, then we learned that Biron can be a pretty good goalie...except he plays for Philly.
In game 3 I was running late (and running to the bar). The city streets when it's game night are empty and silent, except for the sounds of bar partrons cheering and jeering when a shot is taken. The philly crowd was a sea of orange, booing the Canadian national anthem, unfazing the players (Steve Downie, you're a pest). Tensions brewing, gloves dropping, penalty after penalty. Price, still unfazed, even when watching an eight player pileup in his cease. However, he just let in 3 goals in 12 shots, Carbo did the right thing by replacing him with Halak in the 3rd. No damaging the Psyche of a goalie.
I'll say this once and for all, Price and just goaltending is not the key to an amazing playoff run. He is not going to fulfill the prophecy or walk on water (technically it is but frozen). Price is a full goaltender but ONLY 20 YEARS OLD. The game is different in the era of Dryden and Roy, Price has what it takes but putting all this pressure on the kid will eventually break the zen like state he's been playing and can let in more than 3 goals on 12 shots in game 3. Where is Markov in this series, are we ever going to let Ryder play again? I was pissed that they broke up the consistent line of Begin/Smolinksi/Kososopo... number 6! Damn Greek last names.
The city is brimming in bleu blanc et rouge in order to mask away the burn marks and shattered glass all over Ste Catherine. After what happened after Boston, the real fans must remember to show their true colors in order to avoid showing the shade of disgrace I stumbled on in front of Hatters last week. However, it's a whole new set of rules here. It's the second round, not intense as the first however each game is tougher.
I'm still following the philosophy of Coach Carboneau one game at a time, sure we beat Philly four times in the regular season however, like Boston, what the team did in the regular season doesn't matter at all. Playoffs are unsung heroes and legends in the making. Anyone can be the hero of the night and the villian the next. While writing this, we're in the mist of game 3, the Flyers all year have been villians holding the record for most suspensions. Yes, the Broad st Bullies are back and have unfinished business with the Habs.
We're down to 8 teams, loving the return of Colorado VS Detroit. Remembering how vicious the games can were back in the day, watching Patrick Roy beat the pulp out of either Mike Vernon or Chris Osgood (and reliving the legacy through his kid last month in a junior hockey game. Like hot headed father, like hot headed son). Theodore, remember when he played for us and was good, now fills those shoes again and isn't looking good against Detroit. I hope Colorado recovers, I don't want to see Ryan Symth cry. I went out about Symth for the longest time, gritty player who plays with heart and broken bones, he's bound to return to a final. Just don't make him cry.
Game 1 had me at the Ye Olde on the Main again, however feeling overwhelmed by certain things in my life, I did like Ryan Symth and cried and did my best to compose myself during the 1st period while down 2-0. Not a big fan of crying at the bar (especially during a playoff game) however I had one of those days. The bar staff were really kind to me, thanks for the concern, will be fine, it's life. I felt better with a pint in one hand and a tied up game in the third when Kovalev and his flowing blond locks save our asses again. A certain Greek sealed the deal 46 seconds later (and realising that in this blog, my spelling of last names, especially #6 of the Habs will be my undoing in spelling and punctuation).
How many Ks are on this team? I like Price, easy last name, one syllable.
Game 2 was a combination of The Veranda on St Dominque followed by The Ye Olde, the Depot crew were there taking over the back section of the Veranda with the couches and the big screen TV. My work mates would go to watch games there the last 2 years, the only time we're hanging out from work confines. Not that many places of employment do that, hang out and be friends outside the workplace. Even the customers were there, I ended up talking to a former Torontoian, who sees the difference in fan attitude. Montreal fans are loyal and treat the franchise as if it were a family member, concern when they're low and joyful when they're on a high. He was amazed how the female fans (they are more than in Toronto) are real fans and not because for their boyfriends. I got a good hand of that when I sprinted the one block over to Ye Olde to see my former editor in chief of The Concordian cheering and yelling at the TV (she only became a fan in the 1st round and already knew the rules and the names of players). I very quick learn, then we learned that Biron can be a pretty good goalie...except he plays for Philly.
In game 3 I was running late (and running to the bar). The city streets when it's game night are empty and silent, except for the sounds of bar partrons cheering and jeering when a shot is taken. The philly crowd was a sea of orange, booing the Canadian national anthem, unfazing the players (Steve Downie, you're a pest). Tensions brewing, gloves dropping, penalty after penalty. Price, still unfazed, even when watching an eight player pileup in his cease. However, he just let in 3 goals in 12 shots, Carbo did the right thing by replacing him with Halak in the 3rd. No damaging the Psyche of a goalie.
I'll say this once and for all, Price and just goaltending is not the key to an amazing playoff run. He is not going to fulfill the prophecy or walk on water (technically it is but frozen). Price is a full goaltender but ONLY 20 YEARS OLD. The game is different in the era of Dryden and Roy, Price has what it takes but putting all this pressure on the kid will eventually break the zen like state he's been playing and can let in more than 3 goals on 12 shots in game 3. Where is Markov in this series, are we ever going to let Ryder play again? I was pissed that they broke up the consistent line of Begin/Smolinksi/Kososopo... number 6! Damn Greek last names.
So, we're down 2-1. We played better, I don't think we need the ugly lucky tie, yet. I'm not worried yet, I'm enjoying that this is what brings people together. From hardcores to newbies, it's kind of cool that this is what packs bars (tip your waitress) and seeing people you don't get a chance to hang out with. The city is together watching, now the country too as the Canadiens are the only Canadian team left in the playoffs. It would be great if this would go a little bit further.
I guess we'll see what happens in game 4.
I guess we'll see what happens in game 4.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: It's only the 1st Round!
It's only the 1st Round!
Congratulations to the Montreal Canadiens on recovering and playing like the team that won the division championships. Thanks for the exciting blowout of 5-0 and showing that this team can handle the pressure. Also, congrats on the fans on making a complete ass of themselves and the reputation of the team and the city itself by torching cars and breaking windows. We've now given more fuel to the Leaf Nation's fire.
Sure, they celebrate 1st rounds like it were Stanley Cup Finals, at least they know not to RIOT in the 1st round.
IT'S ONLY THE 1ST ROUND as I yelled this at a fan who was being hauled by two cops on my way home. REALLY, sounding like a mother who had been biting her lip for too long watching her kid do something stupid to the point it starts to bleed and can't contain her words any longer. This really spoiled already an amazing night.
We have to acquire more guys who's last name starts with K.
My night started at Ye Olde on The Main with a posse from The Concordian newspaper and the usual I normally watch the games with. There was an energy in the back section, screaming at the TV and gulping beer that isn't Molson. I held in my excitement (in between screaming in fear whenever the puck was in our zone, I know it doesn't help, defense does). I fully concentrated until the last 5 minutes in the 3rd period. That's when I pumped my arms up in the air and woo hooed till the clock ran out. That was a close one.
Now we wait for tonight's game (Philly or Washington, take your pick). Meanwhile Calgary will be doing the same thing as us, only without the riot.
I went by my Cafe Depot job to find the crew I work and watch the games with, I found them outside waving a Belarus flag. This is in regards to the Kostiyn brothers who have been amazing this past game 7. Off we went, flag, confused people and all, down to Ste Catherine to see the celebrations. At first we were seeing the good fans, flags on cars and jerseys. All was good until we saw the riot cops, then we knew that this was one of those situations. Or so we thought. I thought the cops were there to contain the excitement, not realising what had been having in the last 20 minutes.
Myself and the Depot crew had a cheap pitcher of Ex and a couple shots, then met some Ukrainians who recognized the flag of Belarus. This is what I love about playoffs, everyone is united about the love of the team, the excitement of victory and the positives it brings to the city. Not quite, you got to remember that there's a lot of beer involve. Beer can equal stupid. There was the drunk girl at the bar, the glasses that hit the ground, the one Bruin fan sitting at Peel Pub, this was small potatoes to me until I headed home. The guys with the Belarus flag headed back to the Main.
I don't normally hang out downtown, more of a Main girl however I loitered for a little bit as I was full of cheap beer and wobbled on my bike. There were the fans that were partying on the street still, playing in Tam Tam like demeanor, cars honking. No harm, then the riot cops again. I hit Crescent and noticed the smoke and smell of gasoline. I headed up knowing that my curiosity would have consequences. I looked on as I saw 7 people destroy a cop car right in front of MadHatters (not surprised that it was in front of Hatters). They were throwing rocks and stomping on the hood. A guy next to me mentioned that this had been happened in the last hour, cop cars being torched, store windows shattered.
But, this is ONLY the 1st round, who are these people?
I've been picky about the fans of late, there are the hardcore, the ones that know the history, the fair weather fans that have their flag on the cars and tin foil cups. What happened that night were the killjoys, no respect, an excuse to destroy things just because we normally riot come the final. Someone jumped the gun and went too damn far. This makes the team, the fans, the city look bad. Pissing off the legends of the game who would win the cup every year, yep, you pissed off Jean Belivieu;
you don't want to piss off Jean Belivieu.
I ducked to another bar to avoid rocks hitting my head. Watching the crowd run down Bishop as the riot cops were not too far behind. This was the only time I didn't have my camera, was pissed drunk and pissed at myself for being a bad photog. I've been lately frustrated on where my photo has been going, stuck as of late however I will get to that another time. More angry as this is only the 1st round, this is a distraction, this can cause more harm than it already has. What happens if we make it past 2nd round, what are the cops going to do? What about the good fans, it leaves a big mark knowing that there are the drunken killjoys (like the ones in English soccer), do we have to resort to new tactics. When did a hockey game turn into turmoil, I don't know but I know for one thing, it's sitting on the minds of the players come the 2nd round. The team had restored their focus, what's going to happen now?
Congratulations to the Montreal Canadiens on recovering and playing like the team that won the division championships. Thanks for the exciting blowout of 5-0 and showing that this team can handle the pressure. Also, congrats on the fans on making a complete ass of themselves and the reputation of the team and the city itself by torching cars and breaking windows. We've now given more fuel to the Leaf Nation's fire.
Sure, they celebrate 1st rounds like it were Stanley Cup Finals, at least they know not to RIOT in the 1st round.
IT'S ONLY THE 1ST ROUND as I yelled this at a fan who was being hauled by two cops on my way home. REALLY, sounding like a mother who had been biting her lip for too long watching her kid do something stupid to the point it starts to bleed and can't contain her words any longer. This really spoiled already an amazing night.
We have to acquire more guys who's last name starts with K.
My night started at Ye Olde on The Main with a posse from The Concordian newspaper and the usual I normally watch the games with. There was an energy in the back section, screaming at the TV and gulping beer that isn't Molson. I held in my excitement (in between screaming in fear whenever the puck was in our zone, I know it doesn't help, defense does). I fully concentrated until the last 5 minutes in the 3rd period. That's when I pumped my arms up in the air and woo hooed till the clock ran out. That was a close one.
Now we wait for tonight's game (Philly or Washington, take your pick). Meanwhile Calgary will be doing the same thing as us, only without the riot.
I went by my Cafe Depot job to find the crew I work and watch the games with, I found them outside waving a Belarus flag. This is in regards to the Kostiyn brothers who have been amazing this past game 7. Off we went, flag, confused people and all, down to Ste Catherine to see the celebrations. At first we were seeing the good fans, flags on cars and jerseys. All was good until we saw the riot cops, then we knew that this was one of those situations. Or so we thought. I thought the cops were there to contain the excitement, not realising what had been having in the last 20 minutes.
Myself and the Depot crew had a cheap pitcher of Ex and a couple shots, then met some Ukrainians who recognized the flag of Belarus. This is what I love about playoffs, everyone is united about the love of the team, the excitement of victory and the positives it brings to the city. Not quite, you got to remember that there's a lot of beer involve. Beer can equal stupid. There was the drunk girl at the bar, the glasses that hit the ground, the one Bruin fan sitting at Peel Pub, this was small potatoes to me until I headed home. The guys with the Belarus flag headed back to the Main.
I don't normally hang out downtown, more of a Main girl however I loitered for a little bit as I was full of cheap beer and wobbled on my bike. There were the fans that were partying on the street still, playing in Tam Tam like demeanor, cars honking. No harm, then the riot cops again. I hit Crescent and noticed the smoke and smell of gasoline. I headed up knowing that my curiosity would have consequences. I looked on as I saw 7 people destroy a cop car right in front of MadHatters (not surprised that it was in front of Hatters). They were throwing rocks and stomping on the hood. A guy next to me mentioned that this had been happened in the last hour, cop cars being torched, store windows shattered.
But, this is ONLY the 1st round, who are these people?
I've been picky about the fans of late, there are the hardcore, the ones that know the history, the fair weather fans that have their flag on the cars and tin foil cups. What happened that night were the killjoys, no respect, an excuse to destroy things just because we normally riot come the final. Someone jumped the gun and went too damn far. This makes the team, the fans, the city look bad. Pissing off the legends of the game who would win the cup every year, yep, you pissed off Jean Belivieu;
you don't want to piss off Jean Belivieu.
I ducked to another bar to avoid rocks hitting my head. Watching the crowd run down Bishop as the riot cops were not too far behind. This was the only time I didn't have my camera, was pissed drunk and pissed at myself for being a bad photog. I've been lately frustrated on where my photo has been going, stuck as of late however I will get to that another time. More angry as this is only the 1st round, this is a distraction, this can cause more harm than it already has. What happens if we make it past 2nd round, what are the cops going to do? What about the good fans, it leaves a big mark knowing that there are the drunken killjoys (like the ones in English soccer), do we have to resort to new tactics. When did a hockey game turn into turmoil, I don't know but I know for one thing, it's sitting on the minds of the players come the 2nd round. The team had restored their focus, what's going to happen now?
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: It comes down to Game 7
It Comes down to Game 7
I was afraid this might happen. As of 7pm tonight, Montreal will either see their Habs play possibly the biggest playoff game of their lives or simply kiss their amazing season goodbye. Told you never underestimate the underdog, Thomas and Boston have been playing possibly the most cookie cutter of game plans yet it has been working. They have been winning. The habs are not playing a most confident game, it showed in game 6 however it was the momentum of another Koivu comeback that did the trick. Game 5 is when we realise that yes, even if Price is cold and unemotional, he can lose his confidence easily. Yes, we got to remember that Price is a goalie, not god. It doesn't take stopping pucks to reach the promiseland (referring to the mediocre power play this series). Yes, Price is one of a kind but remember that he's only 20 years old, most goalies don't mature till 24. Also, additional pressure and expectations= god complex. If he is a second coming of Patrick Roy, ease on the expectations or else we're going to create another arrogant asshole who can stop pucks. I would like to give shit to the bandwagoning that has been occurring in the last two weeks, seriously, if you did care for the team you would have:
watch at least a couple of the regualr season games
recalled the Rejean Houle years (post Patrick Roy, pre Huet) and how each coach we hired had little experience in the NHL. Carbo is the exception as he's played, been assistant and eased into the system.
Know who the Hell Bryan Heyward is
I know it's all new to some however if you are not a real fan, might as well be a Leafs fan. Put away your tin foil cup and pay attention. Seriously, lose the flag (it's very Bloor st, not Ste Catherine). By Tuesday, if things don't go the way it should (knock on wood) well, it's one less drinking day for you.
Pittsburgh finally put Ottawa out of their misery a few days ago. Ouch! While Crosby and the gang heal and try to work on their ill attempt at a playoff beard, Ottawa is trying to get rid of one in the form of Ray Emery. Meanwhile, The Rangers are in, Avery is the guy you want to hate. In the west, Detroit's in (but won't win the Cup), Dallas (thank you, no Duck cup, what a waste of supposive retirement) and Colorado (Theo has been put back together after what we did to him in MTL).
Hoping Calgary can pull off something here, Calgary runs are fun to watch. With the Red Mile, thousands of red jerseys in the stands and Harvey the Hound (a real mascot, sorry Youpii, you're still baseball in my heart) what is there not to hate. Well, they tend to exit early.
Game 5 was an event for me, went by the Bell Centre to check out the mayhem. There was pick up hockey in the parking lot followed by getting picked up by sleazy Torontians posing as Hab fans, who would later on ask me where the nearest sex club was (not strip club, they wanted to have anal sex in the city). Yep, going to run to the bar...now. Packed it was downtown, I rushed back to Ye Olde, also packed.
If you want to know what the true meaning of losing one's confidence is when Price let go of the puck and it rolled in. Think of that the next time you lose your confidence, it hurts like hell.
Game 6 was another party, road trip. The year end Concordian newspaper party where we were well fed (thanks). Also, while waiting, we endured the craziest 11 minutes as MTL and Boston held the lead every 2 minutes. Higgins came back to life, hey, Buillion came back too. However, it wasn't enough. So, what is anticipated in game 7, for starters, where the Hell is Ryder? It's going to be someone who hasn't done anything yet to step it up. I think that's what's going to happen, also lots of fights. I'm just calling it as it is. So this is it, one game, one outcome (cue in cliches). It would be great to make it to the next round however one game at a time. This could be the last game.
I was afraid this might happen. As of 7pm tonight, Montreal will either see their Habs play possibly the biggest playoff game of their lives or simply kiss their amazing season goodbye. Told you never underestimate the underdog, Thomas and Boston have been playing possibly the most cookie cutter of game plans yet it has been working. They have been winning. The habs are not playing a most confident game, it showed in game 6 however it was the momentum of another Koivu comeback that did the trick. Game 5 is when we realise that yes, even if Price is cold and unemotional, he can lose his confidence easily. Yes, we got to remember that Price is a goalie, not god. It doesn't take stopping pucks to reach the promiseland (referring to the mediocre power play this series). Yes, Price is one of a kind but remember that he's only 20 years old, most goalies don't mature till 24. Also, additional pressure and expectations= god complex. If he is a second coming of Patrick Roy, ease on the expectations or else we're going to create another arrogant asshole who can stop pucks. I would like to give shit to the bandwagoning that has been occurring in the last two weeks, seriously, if you did care for the team you would have:
watch at least a couple of the regualr season games
recalled the Rejean Houle years (post Patrick Roy, pre Huet) and how each coach we hired had little experience in the NHL. Carbo is the exception as he's played, been assistant and eased into the system.
Know who the Hell Bryan Heyward is
I know it's all new to some however if you are not a real fan, might as well be a Leafs fan. Put away your tin foil cup and pay attention. Seriously, lose the flag (it's very Bloor st, not Ste Catherine). By Tuesday, if things don't go the way it should (knock on wood) well, it's one less drinking day for you.
Pittsburgh finally put Ottawa out of their misery a few days ago. Ouch! While Crosby and the gang heal and try to work on their ill attempt at a playoff beard, Ottawa is trying to get rid of one in the form of Ray Emery. Meanwhile, The Rangers are in, Avery is the guy you want to hate. In the west, Detroit's in (but won't win the Cup), Dallas (thank you, no Duck cup, what a waste of supposive retirement) and Colorado (Theo has been put back together after what we did to him in MTL).
Hoping Calgary can pull off something here, Calgary runs are fun to watch. With the Red Mile, thousands of red jerseys in the stands and Harvey the Hound (a real mascot, sorry Youpii, you're still baseball in my heart) what is there not to hate. Well, they tend to exit early.
Game 5 was an event for me, went by the Bell Centre to check out the mayhem. There was pick up hockey in the parking lot followed by getting picked up by sleazy Torontians posing as Hab fans, who would later on ask me where the nearest sex club was (not strip club, they wanted to have anal sex in the city). Yep, going to run to the bar...now. Packed it was downtown, I rushed back to Ye Olde, also packed.
If you want to know what the true meaning of losing one's confidence is when Price let go of the puck and it rolled in. Think of that the next time you lose your confidence, it hurts like hell.
Game 6 was another party, road trip. The year end Concordian newspaper party where we were well fed (thanks). Also, while waiting, we endured the craziest 11 minutes as MTL and Boston held the lead every 2 minutes. Higgins came back to life, hey, Buillion came back too. However, it wasn't enough. So, what is anticipated in game 7, for starters, where the Hell is Ryder? It's going to be someone who hasn't done anything yet to step it up. I think that's what's going to happen, also lots of fights. I'm just calling it as it is. So this is it, one game, one outcome (cue in cliches). It would be great to make it to the next round however one game at a time. This could be the last game.
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: Game on Situations
Game on situations
So the Habs are playing game 5 tonight where 2 things may happen:1) They can win it and move on to a picture perfect happy ending and get ready for more or2) the situation that won't be mentioned.Seems that the Bruins didn't follow the script in game 4 and improvised their way into an overtime win. Also, it had been a year and a bit since they last beat us, talk about getting that out of the way. Ouch! I was more reacting to my knees, they feel like when Cam Neely used to play, in such pain it hurts to even sit. So it's time to recap what has happened so far it the 1st 3 games of the 1st round. Both Mtl and Calgary are up 2-1 while Ottawa should be sent off to a field and put out of their misery. Ottawa had the one line, that's it, the one line and now without their big guns firing we might as well have the 1994 Senators in the lineup. Does anyone remember how bad the Sens once were, with the likes of Daigle the pretty boy who couldn't score and Yashin the biggest asshole in the League. The result: 10 win seasons. As I'm writing this, Ottawa is getting ready to rebuild, not without a stiff drink first. More for the fans.As for Calgary, fist of fury, Iggy pissed off and taking it out on the coaching staff after blowing the lead in game 4. Rule of conduct, you don't want to mess with a pissed off Iggy.My game 1 started at the bar, Ye Olde Orchard on the Main, the bar packed an hour before game time. It had been great having an Irish bar to go along with my Portuguese chicken, my free coffee and the many people I run into in that radius. The excitement in the air as there's a new excuse to get drunk and wave a flag around (car permitting).Game 2 was a playoff/birthday party so running late I caught the 1st period at one bar then trekked to my destination. Missing the 2nd I popped my head in a bar when a total stranger on the street told me the score. I love this city and their enthusiasm.To the guy who gave my friend the inflatable sticks people hit at games and events as a birthday gift: You're aware he's hyper and maybe not a good idea.Throughout the series I noticed a good chunk of the Habs have shaved their heads. Traditionally it's the bearded look however the Habs found a new superstition by not getting a haircut either. I hope not showering is not a requirement. BTW, don't shave Kovalev's hair, it's what's giving him his powers.Points of Observation so far in the Playoffs: 1) Crosby and Ovechin: both are major highlight reel and business wise would be the greatest match up. It would be great however if Crosby can grow a beard, Ovechin in his first taste of playoff hockey grew that in a day. Crosby on the other hand, I've seen better facial hair off 15 year olds.2) It's not exciting in the West than the East, Detroit is great but will choke in the first (slowly happening). Ducks VS Stars, yeah...remember we had a Duck Cup last year, not going to happen again. Calgary is someone I want to see go far to avoid further boredom. That's how the West wins Cups, like listening to a John McCain speech. The better teams all missed the playoffs, word to the wise to Vancouver and Edmonton: free agency. In game 3 I returned to the Ye on the Main, with a posse. The crowd was bare as we were worn out by Kovalev's OT goal the night before, we forgot it was a back to back game. As did Montreal as they lost. Yes, they can lose too. Note to self: change lineup of people I watch games with. I can be superstitious too, there are people this past season I enjoy watching games with and others, well, there's a lost. For game 4, 2 situations may happened: 3-1 Habs or 2-2. Thomas and the Bruins had nothing to lose, they were meant to lose so that's where the confidence is coming from. Meanwhile, where's Higgins, Ryder keeps missing the net (he was a healthy scratch, I've been defending your ass all season). Luckily Price, good old Price, soulness too cool for comfort Price was having a great series. His soul is on the ice, save after save (only 20 years old to remind you). He did us quite a favor as each time the Bruins headed towards us, great save. I'm still in the awe and shock that Brisbois is having a great playoff, or the fact he scored in game 4. Not surprised with Smolinksi or Begin but remember Brisbois when he played here the 1st time?So game 5, going to the Ye Olde Downtown, just in case if there's a party on the street later. It's been fun so far, I don't want to get too excited, an overexcited fan is something you see over in Leafs Nation.And when was the last time they were the favorites to win (a cup)?
So the Habs are playing game 5 tonight where 2 things may happen:1) They can win it and move on to a picture perfect happy ending and get ready for more or2) the situation that won't be mentioned.Seems that the Bruins didn't follow the script in game 4 and improvised their way into an overtime win. Also, it had been a year and a bit since they last beat us, talk about getting that out of the way. Ouch! I was more reacting to my knees, they feel like when Cam Neely used to play, in such pain it hurts to even sit. So it's time to recap what has happened so far it the 1st 3 games of the 1st round. Both Mtl and Calgary are up 2-1 while Ottawa should be sent off to a field and put out of their misery. Ottawa had the one line, that's it, the one line and now without their big guns firing we might as well have the 1994 Senators in the lineup. Does anyone remember how bad the Sens once were, with the likes of Daigle the pretty boy who couldn't score and Yashin the biggest asshole in the League. The result: 10 win seasons. As I'm writing this, Ottawa is getting ready to rebuild, not without a stiff drink first. More for the fans.As for Calgary, fist of fury, Iggy pissed off and taking it out on the coaching staff after blowing the lead in game 4. Rule of conduct, you don't want to mess with a pissed off Iggy.My game 1 started at the bar, Ye Olde Orchard on the Main, the bar packed an hour before game time. It had been great having an Irish bar to go along with my Portuguese chicken, my free coffee and the many people I run into in that radius. The excitement in the air as there's a new excuse to get drunk and wave a flag around (car permitting).Game 2 was a playoff/birthday party so running late I caught the 1st period at one bar then trekked to my destination. Missing the 2nd I popped my head in a bar when a total stranger on the street told me the score. I love this city and their enthusiasm.To the guy who gave my friend the inflatable sticks people hit at games and events as a birthday gift: You're aware he's hyper and maybe not a good idea.Throughout the series I noticed a good chunk of the Habs have shaved their heads. Traditionally it's the bearded look however the Habs found a new superstition by not getting a haircut either. I hope not showering is not a requirement. BTW, don't shave Kovalev's hair, it's what's giving him his powers.Points of Observation so far in the Playoffs: 1) Crosby and Ovechin: both are major highlight reel and business wise would be the greatest match up. It would be great however if Crosby can grow a beard, Ovechin in his first taste of playoff hockey grew that in a day. Crosby on the other hand, I've seen better facial hair off 15 year olds.2) It's not exciting in the West than the East, Detroit is great but will choke in the first (slowly happening). Ducks VS Stars, yeah...remember we had a Duck Cup last year, not going to happen again. Calgary is someone I want to see go far to avoid further boredom. That's how the West wins Cups, like listening to a John McCain speech. The better teams all missed the playoffs, word to the wise to Vancouver and Edmonton: free agency. In game 3 I returned to the Ye on the Main, with a posse. The crowd was bare as we were worn out by Kovalev's OT goal the night before, we forgot it was a back to back game. As did Montreal as they lost. Yes, they can lose too. Note to self: change lineup of people I watch games with. I can be superstitious too, there are people this past season I enjoy watching games with and others, well, there's a lost. For game 4, 2 situations may happened: 3-1 Habs or 2-2. Thomas and the Bruins had nothing to lose, they were meant to lose so that's where the confidence is coming from. Meanwhile, where's Higgins, Ryder keeps missing the net (he was a healthy scratch, I've been defending your ass all season). Luckily Price, good old Price, soulness too cool for comfort Price was having a great series. His soul is on the ice, save after save (only 20 years old to remind you). He did us quite a favor as each time the Bruins headed towards us, great save. I'm still in the awe and shock that Brisbois is having a great playoff, or the fact he scored in game 4. Not surprised with Smolinksi or Begin but remember Brisbois when he played here the 1st time?So game 5, going to the Ye Olde Downtown, just in case if there's a party on the street later. It's been fun so far, I don't want to get too excited, an overexcited fan is something you see over in Leafs Nation.And when was the last time they were the favorites to win (a cup)?
Welcome to my Playoff Blog: Welcome to the 1st round
As the 2nd round approaches, I decided to write a playoff blog as it seem suitable in the city I live in. I've been a Montreal Canadiens fan since I was 13, the year we won the cup. This year the team is in healthy contention and could be Canada's hope in bringing Lord Stanley back to where it truly belongs: above the 49th parallel. Here now are blogs I wrote during the 1st round, detailing fan observation and quirky events from Montreal's roller coaster 1st round.
Welcome to the 1st Round
Yes, it's finally here. After 82 games (the same number of snowstorms we had all winter) it's playoff time. That time of year where the next couple months of hockey does matter, the 82 games were just a really long practice. Whether you finished first or squeaked into the final spot on the last day, it doesn't matter. What matters is now, what happens one playoff game at a time.This is the best time of year not only hockey wise but if you last looked out the window, the sky looks brighter, we see hints of green and we watch our steps as we just saw what the dog did last February. The stress and grind of school and work doesn't matter much as we take our drinks outside with open clothes and layers of our former selves are revealed and doesn't matter. Yes, a fresh start, time to shine. Welcome to the 1st round.As told by the geniuses of Hockey Night in Canada (as they scramble to focus more on Canadiens games because of the backlash of nothing but Leafs hockey, Hell, I would rather spend the season watching the Flames) the 1st round is the exciting round. It is also the hardest and toughest. Just because we beat Boston 7 times this season (and hold a better playoff record of 27-4 lifetime) won't make this a cakewalk. Same goes with the rest of the Canadian squad in this, Ottawa may be vulnerable in the last while however, this is a clean slate. Same goes with Calgary, which I wish I knew what they were up to all season however the East conference was wild and crazy than the conservative West (Washington was 9th two days before the end, they're now #3). The city is wide awake with the annoying flags on cars (this is what they do in Leafs Nation, kind of tacky, remember they haven't won in over 40 years). Everyone in either Bleu, Blanc or Rouge. Little kids with painted faces wearing jerseys more expensive than the last pair of jeans I bought. Bars filled to capacity, drunk off excitement and beer (don't forget to tip your waitress properly, especially my sister). Something about the playoffs brings a revival to everyone who has been cooped up all winter. Maybe it's spring, ending a tough cycle. It could be a lot of things however it's a great time to be outside and to watch some REAL hockey.Welcome to the 1st round. Go Habs.
Welcome to the 1st Round
Yes, it's finally here. After 82 games (the same number of snowstorms we had all winter) it's playoff time. That time of year where the next couple months of hockey does matter, the 82 games were just a really long practice. Whether you finished first or squeaked into the final spot on the last day, it doesn't matter. What matters is now, what happens one playoff game at a time.This is the best time of year not only hockey wise but if you last looked out the window, the sky looks brighter, we see hints of green and we watch our steps as we just saw what the dog did last February. The stress and grind of school and work doesn't matter much as we take our drinks outside with open clothes and layers of our former selves are revealed and doesn't matter. Yes, a fresh start, time to shine. Welcome to the 1st round.As told by the geniuses of Hockey Night in Canada (as they scramble to focus more on Canadiens games because of the backlash of nothing but Leafs hockey, Hell, I would rather spend the season watching the Flames) the 1st round is the exciting round. It is also the hardest and toughest. Just because we beat Boston 7 times this season (and hold a better playoff record of 27-4 lifetime) won't make this a cakewalk. Same goes with the rest of the Canadian squad in this, Ottawa may be vulnerable in the last while however, this is a clean slate. Same goes with Calgary, which I wish I knew what they were up to all season however the East conference was wild and crazy than the conservative West (Washington was 9th two days before the end, they're now #3). The city is wide awake with the annoying flags on cars (this is what they do in Leafs Nation, kind of tacky, remember they haven't won in over 40 years). Everyone in either Bleu, Blanc or Rouge. Little kids with painted faces wearing jerseys more expensive than the last pair of jeans I bought. Bars filled to capacity, drunk off excitement and beer (don't forget to tip your waitress properly, especially my sister). Something about the playoffs brings a revival to everyone who has been cooped up all winter. Maybe it's spring, ending a tough cycle. It could be a lot of things however it's a great time to be outside and to watch some REAL hockey.Welcome to the 1st round. Go Habs.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I'm either Wonder Woman or the Invisible Woman, take your pick
Finding out that people are reading this blog, I decided to dig up from the other place I write: my Facebook. We just finished (hopefully) a dreadful winter and hoping for new beginnings in Spring. Plus also an awesome playoff drive (go Habs) however this winter was tough. Been out of school and working in a job that's not my field. This was a first, dealing with an uncertainty that most students would feel however dealing with it becomes another story. Here's what happened under a heavy blanket a snow in hopes that this will never happen again:
Welcome to the middle of winter, the middle of the afternoon and weirdly enough, the middle of my 28dom (along side where I said the first 6 months post degree would be tricky). Well, was I ever right.Feeling so overwhelmed with idealism with a touch of "what the..." along with the coldness of reality (with a dash of melodrama). In short: I'm driving myself nuts. I guess I could say that a part of me feels like I should be saving the world and another part wishes to hide from it, hence the split personality straight from the comic pages. I'm now dealing with a different set of rules, a different set of eyes and yet, quite fed up of the usual. I'm a little strap for cash, imagination running on low, been tweaking other people's photos instead of mine, I really can't sleep. I'm up half the night thinking about the path I have taken, the powers I've been given (both a blessing and a curse), seeing if what I do does make a difference (I'm a big thinker, my dad would always catch me in my room in deep thought, can't help it, it's who I am). Yes, thinking about either the long run (am I going to grad school or getting a condo in the city) or short term (will I have enough money to leave town a lot). Been working and saving, helping and tweaking, no sleep, I need sleep. If I'm supposed to be a superhero then why are the bad guys still winning?
They are very tricky, charming with a side of sleaze. They know my strengths and weaknesses and go after my alter ego "latte girl" (yes, I do have a day job you know). However, that's it...feeling like the invisible woman, yes, I feel sad that my field of choice cannot give back to the ones that gave me these powers, I feel sad that I can't buy a house or see my other family because dreams don't pay the bills (right away). Sad that my limited equipment can only take me as far as I can go or how I'm busy working as "latte girl", photochick can't really come out and play as much. Can't go out in the cold, no fair, the bad guys are going out and winning. And then a minute later, guess who kicks in with a touch of rage and ambition...Wonder Woman to the rescue, can do it all, work, tweak, point and shoot (wishing I do have that lasso of truth for certain people). To make everyone look good, to make sure to listen and see if everyone is alright, to really put one's self out there (in all forms). Yee Ha!However, that goes away and guess who shows up again.
Man, I'm hoping this is a seasonal thing, hoping it has nothing to do with the whole no school thing, no school can be a good thing (for some). I can't be in school for the rest of my life (or work as "latte girl").You know what, I'm having a super identity crisis. Think, think, think.Well first thing, get some sleep. Sleep first, then figure out how to save the world, I think I want to be a fully recharged Wonder Woman (besides, I like the boots). However, photochick suits me better. Let's see how the other end of 28dom goes for our heroine.
Welcome to the middle of winter, the middle of the afternoon and weirdly enough, the middle of my 28dom (along side where I said the first 6 months post degree would be tricky). Well, was I ever right.Feeling so overwhelmed with idealism with a touch of "what the..." along with the coldness of reality (with a dash of melodrama). In short: I'm driving myself nuts. I guess I could say that a part of me feels like I should be saving the world and another part wishes to hide from it, hence the split personality straight from the comic pages. I'm now dealing with a different set of rules, a different set of eyes and yet, quite fed up of the usual. I'm a little strap for cash, imagination running on low, been tweaking other people's photos instead of mine, I really can't sleep. I'm up half the night thinking about the path I have taken, the powers I've been given (both a blessing and a curse), seeing if what I do does make a difference (I'm a big thinker, my dad would always catch me in my room in deep thought, can't help it, it's who I am). Yes, thinking about either the long run (am I going to grad school or getting a condo in the city) or short term (will I have enough money to leave town a lot). Been working and saving, helping and tweaking, no sleep, I need sleep. If I'm supposed to be a superhero then why are the bad guys still winning?
They are very tricky, charming with a side of sleaze. They know my strengths and weaknesses and go after my alter ego "latte girl" (yes, I do have a day job you know). However, that's it...feeling like the invisible woman, yes, I feel sad that my field of choice cannot give back to the ones that gave me these powers, I feel sad that I can't buy a house or see my other family because dreams don't pay the bills (right away). Sad that my limited equipment can only take me as far as I can go or how I'm busy working as "latte girl", photochick can't really come out and play as much. Can't go out in the cold, no fair, the bad guys are going out and winning. And then a minute later, guess who kicks in with a touch of rage and ambition...Wonder Woman to the rescue, can do it all, work, tweak, point and shoot (wishing I do have that lasso of truth for certain people). To make everyone look good, to make sure to listen and see if everyone is alright, to really put one's self out there (in all forms). Yee Ha!However, that goes away and guess who shows up again.
Man, I'm hoping this is a seasonal thing, hoping it has nothing to do with the whole no school thing, no school can be a good thing (for some). I can't be in school for the rest of my life (or work as "latte girl").You know what, I'm having a super identity crisis. Think, think, think.Well first thing, get some sleep. Sleep first, then figure out how to save the world, I think I want to be a fully recharged Wonder Woman (besides, I like the boots). However, photochick suits me better. Let's see how the other end of 28dom goes for our heroine.
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The story so far...
- Cindy Lopez
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- Cindy is trying her best to make a career as a photographer and throws in her writing as a balance (as she did a degree in Creative Writing). Cindy may have this background however still wants to understand what makes people tick, have strange stories of their own and why is it so hard from them to order coffee (really, it's not that hard).