Yawn - The Puck Went In...
And so it's Stanley Cup Finals Time - again. Some other bunch of hirsute ruffians in skates will grab that over-rated, amped-up ashtray made of bogus silver - and that will be it... AGAIN.
Now, never mind the fact that I marveled, ooo'ed and ahh'ed at the accomplishment of the bunch of hirsute misfits that won it last year - and that it even prompted me to start off a brand-new blog, which just happened to fall in line with my newest motif and angle, so, it wasn't entirely about that borderline-sacrilegious cup-hoisting...! Never mind that fact - or the fact that I am spotted wearing official NHL gear myself - if only on occasion. And never mind the fact that said gear is customized, yes, customized to my very name, yes, on top of that.
The fact is, this year and almost every other year, I do not give a flying rubber rat's @$$ about these silly shenanigans on ice...!!!
I've had my fill of it, see? I didn't call it "injustice on ice" for nothing, you know! For, to me, the damnable NHL is nothing more than a sort of modern-day gladiatorial competition that show no quarters, has no worthy regulation enforced upon it whatsoever, and whose ultimate goal has no merit whatsoever either! Why in blue blazes (certainly not of glory!) would I want to watch, support or condone any of THAT?
Well, the truth is, of course, that some emotional attachment remains; attachment that reeks of nostalgia (if we were on another blog, I'd use the term saudades, too!) and, so, I am still feeling a pang of allegiance - that of the fanboy I used to be. A hint of that sense of belonging is there, too. Finally, and most importantly I must say, there is that sense of justice, too: for I knew how much that certain bunch of guys so deserved to win, that much more than any other bunch of guys that did reap victory, by sheer luck sometimes, dumb luck on any other occasion...
All that applies to my Bruins, of course - those of the 80's and 90's, mostly, but also those found on the club today, since they are, generally speaking, the same type of hard-working guys, devoted, resilient, avid of fair play and roughness at the same time. Black & Gold, old time hockey; what else can I say?
The ol' sense of justice, though, also peeks at times when other teams are involved: and, this year, though I remain lukewarm a best about it all, overall, indeed - I want the Kings to win. In the Los Angeles Kings of 2012 I see a team that closely matches the best Boston Bruins squads of yesteryear, including that which won it all just last year. It is fitting and entirely just that such a team prevails this year, succeeding the Bruins as Champions, especially since the defending champions are not there to defend the title any longer, due to a fluke. (But we got into that already - on another blog...! The one we mentioned before, yes...!)
The Kings franchise has never won a championship - they thought they would, in 1993, but, instead, they succumbed to some underhanded tactics and insidious manoeuvers and allowed the damnable and execrable Canadiens to steal another one of their 24 cups of ashes, with most of these games stolen in overtime as it was. Not even the alleged greatest player of all-time, Wayne G, could avoid that ignominious fate to his new team back then. Too bad - for him, and his legacy. The best player of all-time is Bobby Orr anyway!
Now back to today - to 2012! This version of the Kings has no overbearing stuporstar on it: it features several gritty players though (one whose last name is King too!) and they all work hard to achiever victory - collectively! That is the most obvious thing in common that they have with the Boston Bruins: and that is why they deserve to win it all, too. Especially since they never won it before - just like most of the Bruins' players on that 2011 championship team had never won it before, either... So...
All hail the Kings! They'll be dead in a year, and there shall be new kings crowned on ice - hopefully hirsute, black & gold ones, too...! ;-)
To leave you all with a smile now: in the video below, YouTube willing, you will see the Los Angeles Kings mascot (operating under the unimaginative as, also, extremely bland name of... Bailey. What - he likes to drink the irish stuff while on the job - is that it?) beating up on someone from the competition, presumably for the cup, while said competition's own mascot (the abominable, unnameable, hideous New Jersey Devils mascot; what, his name is just that: the Jersey Devil? The New one, you say? At least it's not the original one - phew!) gets spanked, too... Insanity and mayhem with the mascots all around, I tell ya! Good thing The Bear wasn't involved in that mess! Have a look now - and a laugh:
Now, never mind the fact that I marveled, ooo'ed and ahh'ed at the accomplishment of the bunch of hirsute misfits that won it last year - and that it even prompted me to start off a brand-new blog, which just happened to fall in line with my newest motif and angle, so, it wasn't entirely about that borderline-sacrilegious cup-hoisting...! Never mind that fact - or the fact that I am spotted wearing official NHL gear myself - if only on occasion. And never mind the fact that said gear is customized, yes, customized to my very name, yes, on top of that.
The fact is, this year and almost every other year, I do not give a flying rubber rat's @$$ about these silly shenanigans on ice...!!!
I've had my fill of it, see? I didn't call it "injustice on ice" for nothing, you know! For, to me, the damnable NHL is nothing more than a sort of modern-day gladiatorial competition that show no quarters, has no worthy regulation enforced upon it whatsoever, and whose ultimate goal has no merit whatsoever either! Why in blue blazes (certainly not of glory!) would I want to watch, support or condone any of THAT?
Well, the truth is, of course, that some emotional attachment remains; attachment that reeks of nostalgia (if we were on another blog, I'd use the term saudades, too!) and, so, I am still feeling a pang of allegiance - that of the fanboy I used to be. A hint of that sense of belonging is there, too. Finally, and most importantly I must say, there is that sense of justice, too: for I knew how much that certain bunch of guys so deserved to win, that much more than any other bunch of guys that did reap victory, by sheer luck sometimes, dumb luck on any other occasion...
All that applies to my Bruins, of course - those of the 80's and 90's, mostly, but also those found on the club today, since they are, generally speaking, the same type of hard-working guys, devoted, resilient, avid of fair play and roughness at the same time. Black & Gold, old time hockey; what else can I say?
The ol' sense of justice, though, also peeks at times when other teams are involved: and, this year, though I remain lukewarm a best about it all, overall, indeed - I want the Kings to win. In the Los Angeles Kings of 2012 I see a team that closely matches the best Boston Bruins squads of yesteryear, including that which won it all just last year. It is fitting and entirely just that such a team prevails this year, succeeding the Bruins as Champions, especially since the defending champions are not there to defend the title any longer, due to a fluke. (But we got into that already - on another blog...! The one we mentioned before, yes...!)
The Kings franchise has never won a championship - they thought they would, in 1993, but, instead, they succumbed to some underhanded tactics and insidious manoeuvers and allowed the damnable and execrable Canadiens to steal another one of their 24 cups of ashes, with most of these games stolen in overtime as it was. Not even the alleged greatest player of all-time, Wayne G, could avoid that ignominious fate to his new team back then. Too bad - for him, and his legacy. The best player of all-time is Bobby Orr anyway!
Now back to today - to 2012! This version of the Kings has no overbearing stuporstar on it: it features several gritty players though (one whose last name is King too!) and they all work hard to achiever victory - collectively! That is the most obvious thing in common that they have with the Boston Bruins: and that is why they deserve to win it all, too. Especially since they never won it before - just like most of the Bruins' players on that 2011 championship team had never won it before, either... So...
Cute - but it was cuter when it was
that was asking fans to do so...!
He doesn't look like a scary werewolf - at least!
All hail the Kings! They'll be dead in a year, and there shall be new kings crowned on ice - hopefully hirsute, black & gold ones, too...! ;-)
To leave you all with a smile now: in the video below, YouTube willing, you will see the Los Angeles Kings mascot (operating under the unimaginative as, also, extremely bland name of... Bailey. What - he likes to drink the irish stuff while on the job - is that it?) beating up on someone from the competition, presumably for the cup, while said competition's own mascot (the abominable, unnameable, hideous New Jersey Devils mascot; what, his name is just that: the Jersey Devil? The New one, you say? At least it's not the original one - phew!) gets spanked, too... Insanity and mayhem with the mascots all around, I tell ya! Good thing The Bear wasn't involved in that mess! Have a look now - and a laugh:
Soooooo, that was Bailey - the Would-Be Lion King, maybe?
(Don't tell Disney - which owns the Anaheim Ducks,
formerly known as the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim (sic)
but never really came close to own the Los Angeles Kings
- unless you count the time when Wayne G,
the late John Candy and another chubby jokester
were involved with the team...)
not to be confused with the NBA's
Slamson (not Samson, at all;
just think slam dunk + samson + lion!)
of that other wanna-be kingly team
in the greater California area:
in the greater California area:
the Sacramento Kings!
No wonder people get mixed-up!
Once you've seen a mane - you've seen them all!
Once you've seen a mane - you've seen them all!
However, Bailey is very ticked off by the confusion these days,
seeing as the Sacramento Kings went nowhere in the NBA playoffs
while the L.A. Kings are one win away from the title
(at blogging time) in the NHL playoffs...!
Plus: Bailey emphasized that Slamson is religious
while he is totally agnostic.
It's on Bailey's twitter feed: check it out!
The shameless, hopeless HERETIC!
The shameless, hopeless HERETIC!
We wouldn't make this stuff up -
but we feel too damn lukewarm about it all
to even bother anymore!
And so we'll end it here - now!
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posted by Luminous (\ô/) Luciano™ at
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