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Friday, June 13, 2014
Everything Has To Come To An End!
It is the World Cup - again. You don't have to be a certified genius to attest that I am less-than-impressed by this latest ''huge event'' - yet again! All the media hoopla over it is enough to make one chortle and vomit: as we are all friendly competitors, brother and sister athletes, in the Olympics (where the most important thing is to participate...!) however, now, it is the near-antithesis of that, with all media fueling the animosity, historical or not, real or fabricated, between 32 countries..
Pardon - it all started with the qualifiers: like, when Portugal defeated Sweden not once but twice just to ''qualify'' for this big dance, IKEA was encouraged by some to stop exporting linen and kitchen ware made in Portugal just as others probably encouraged all Portuguese to boycott that store...!
In this day and age, the media and the message are ever more just one: but now they've merged with all of fandom, too, becoming one huge attention-grabbing monster that will not cease until weeks after ''the huge event'' has become old news, really... (And it is so because of the ''next huge event'' hogging the spotlight completely by then...! Of course.)
Now, I have not cared about the Stanley Cup Finals this year (New York-Los Angeles: the two biggest towns in the USofA! ''Finally'' said the NHL. Bo-ring is what I said.) Just as I neglected (outright boycotted) the entire NBA playoffs: seeing as the two most storied franchises were not even ''qualifying'' (the Celtics and the Lakers - duh) and so many abominations were happening left and right , on and off court -or parquet- (what else do you call Paul Pierce playing in Brooklyn, of all places? The Harlem Globetrotters I would have understood: but not the damn Nets, come on!!!) so, what was the point of supporting this farce, hmm?
I don't care much about the ongoing MLB season either: the only good thing about it is that, for the duration of it, those broadcaster and commentators will have no choice but to talk of the Boston Red Sox as the defending champions. Alas, of course, defending champs have been chumps in the last decade or so, and it already not boding well for the BoSox here, so I might as well not watch henceforth...
NFL? Don't make me laugh now... To me, it just as laughable as the AFL was as the CFL will always be: once a mighty Patriot, Chad Johnson now being ''so desperate to play football'' that he will align himself with a team called Alouettes...? HaHaHa - that is nothing! All those former Pats that became NY Jets and started badmouthing their former coach on the spot: now that is a shame! And all those former (they should remain off the gridiron once they get to a certain point) NFL ''playas'' who do all sorts of unsightly things on their own time - mistreat animals, shoot people, beat up women... The only respectable NFL guy has got to be Tom Brady - thanks to his hot wife, Gisele Bundchen! (This stated virtual-tongue-firmly-in-virtual-cheek - of course!)
All of these ''major sports'' have this in common, too: they are all majorly pushed down our collective throat by the media! Heck, in some cases, it is the media that gave them their ''huge event'' even going as far as christening it: such was the case for Major League Baseball's ''World Series''... The ''Super Bowl'' really isn't all that super; and I wouldn't even prepare a cheap salad in that bowl; it could be used as another kind of bowl, mind you...! (Ditto for the Stanley Cup; alas that NBA trophy truly is completely useless - too big to be used as a bookend and too unnecessarily complicated to be practical for anything at all, ultimately!)
And now - it's the World Cup. Not a care if the fanatics are known to be hardcore, as we know they can be: rival groups can start the mother-of-all-brawls in the stands, during any given game. Only rugby fanatics -be they players or spectators- can be worse here... Fans have been trampled all over by out-of-control crowds and such extremes have been depending entirely on the outcome of the game they were attending and if their team won it or not... No, that doesn't matter as much as the fact that this is THE WORLD CUP... So, let's push the ultimate passion here: kicking a ball into a too-wide-for-the-goalkeeper's-good netting - and forget about the effects such a trivial thing can have on people.
I stumbled upon a fine documentary the other night: it was about the 1950 World Cup and how one counter-performance... one momentary collapse... one show of human weakness made all of Brasil come to despise those they were, beforehand, hailing as the greatest champions ever... the champions of the world... the greatest futebol players to have grazed a playing field...!
When Brazil lost to Uruguay (2-1 - no biggie. Somehow it was echoed, many years later, in 2004, when Portugal let the Euro Cup slip and Greece stole it right in their backyard; just as they did the Golden Fleece, eh?) they became uma vergonha nacional: the shame of the entire country. Mere minutes after the game ended, people had jumped from their upper seats, plummeting to their doom; it was that serious for them, yes! They would rather end their lives, right there in the stadium, rather than come home and have to digest this defeat for the rest of their lives... People were devastated all throughout Brazil; they were sad for a long, long time. They would never forgive that year's national selection of players for having let them down like that - after the huge build-up, that is (completed by a speech given by the mayor minutes before the game; a speech in which o prefeito speaks of the championship as if it had already been acquired; a fait accompli. The saying of it not being over until it is over had not gotten to this one's ears, apparently...? Quereida!)
And the goalkeeper complained of it in the documentary: ''the maximum sentence here is thirty years. Me, I have paid the price for allowing those two goals for 43 years now - and counting!''
Wanna bet he didn't endear himself to anyone after coming out and saying that, either? Bill Buckner was forgiven in Boston: but only after the BoSox reversed the curse...! Brazil did win the coveted championship and then some, soon enough - but those who remember that 1950 desfeita simply will not forgive it, exactly because they cannot forget it, nor the terrible feeling that came with it...
Thus, with examples like that, given to us by recent history too (it could not be otherwise, for sports as we know them now are a recent human conception indeed! Maybe it was less involving in the days of gladiator contests...? Maybe not!) - with sad, sad examples like these, do we really want to adhere to it? Do we really want to buy into any of it now - buy into the ''huge event'' - inject all of our leisure time cash and pocket money into this type of great ''innocent fun'' (the worse it can get is if we gamble on the outcome of the game - right?) Do we really want to bring our entire families to these places where sports events are taking place, surrounded by the rowdy crowds that could turn hostile in a split second, over almost anything, really...? Do we? Are we foolish enough to?
There are 32 nations in the world right now chock-full of fanatics like those right now: the rest of the world would be mere ''observers'' - however, through lineage, some dalliance or some other unholy rite, we all have our allegiance, and as such, the entire world is ''engaged'' by this! Who the hell said only religion could bring out the worst in people? Who is the fool?!? We can easily see or hear about, in these coming weeks, of any given ''nationalist'' breaking a bottle of beer over the head of another one such - all because of a penalty goal or well-delivered butthead on the field...!
How many freaking Frenchmen tried to emulate Zidane on a not-so-poor, not-so-unsuspecting, nutso Italiano, do you think - hmm?!?
The way I see it, it is a toss-up between too many countries when it is ''Mundial'' - and there are too many x-factors that can throw a monkey wrench into any team's chances... Otherwise the same powerhouse ''system'' teams would always win!
A system can work once, twice, for a while - but there comes a time for it to fail, too.
And here we have Brazil, Germany and Spain as three persistent examples of that: they have won too much already (especially the latter one, in recent times) and the law of averages should come into play, finally, at this time...
Not that anybody wants to see an upset like the Greek Heist of 2004 again...
Still, the Netherlands, Argentina and Portugal - yes, Portugal, of course! - should be the ones to take over from the old guard.
Ultimately, however... Isn't it all so darn ridiculous to have entire nations so passionate about a bunch of guys pushing a ball across an entire field and getting it past a certain line made on the grass (oftentimes not even real grass either!)
If all the nations of the world were equally passionate about the real issues in the world, in their own backyards: who knows what could be accomplished? Poverty could be circumvented; children might not die of hunger or mistreatment; true justice may yet be meted out...
It would certainly be a greater accomplishment -truly of the media's attention now- than having pushed a measly rubber ball past a goal line; past a doomed-to-be-contemptible for the rest of his natural days goalkeeper...
Pardon - it all started with the qualifiers: like, when Portugal defeated Sweden not once but twice just to ''qualify'' for this big dance, IKEA was encouraged by some to stop exporting linen and kitchen ware made in Portugal just as others probably encouraged all Portuguese to boycott that store...!
In this day and age, the media and the message are ever more just one: but now they've merged with all of fandom, too, becoming one huge attention-grabbing monster that will not cease until weeks after ''the huge event'' has become old news, really... (And it is so because of the ''next huge event'' hogging the spotlight completely by then...! Of course.)
Now, I have not cared about the Stanley Cup Finals this year (New York-Los Angeles: the two biggest towns in the USofA! ''Finally'' said the NHL. Bo-ring is what I said.) Just as I neglected (outright boycotted) the entire NBA playoffs: seeing as the two most storied franchises were not even ''qualifying'' (the Celtics and the Lakers - duh) and so many abominations were happening left and right , on and off court -or parquet- (what else do you call Paul Pierce playing in Brooklyn, of all places? The Harlem Globetrotters I would have understood: but not the damn Nets, come on!!!) so, what was the point of supporting this farce, hmm?
I don't care much about the ongoing MLB season either: the only good thing about it is that, for the duration of it, those broadcaster and commentators will have no choice but to talk of the Boston Red Sox as the defending champions. Alas, of course, defending champs have been chumps in the last decade or so, and it already not boding well for the BoSox here, so I might as well not watch henceforth...
NFL? Don't make me laugh now... To me, it just as laughable as the AFL was as the CFL will always be: once a mighty Patriot, Chad Johnson now being ''so desperate to play football'' that he will align himself with a team called Alouettes...? HaHaHa - that is nothing! All those former Pats that became NY Jets and started badmouthing their former coach on the spot: now that is a shame! And all those former (they should remain off the gridiron once they get to a certain point) NFL ''playas'' who do all sorts of unsightly things on their own time - mistreat animals, shoot people, beat up women... The only respectable NFL guy has got to be Tom Brady - thanks to his hot wife, Gisele Bundchen! (This stated virtual-tongue-firmly-in-virtual-cheek - of course!)
All of these ''major sports'' have this in common, too: they are all majorly pushed down our collective throat by the media! Heck, in some cases, it is the media that gave them their ''huge event'' even going as far as christening it: such was the case for Major League Baseball's ''World Series''... The ''Super Bowl'' really isn't all that super; and I wouldn't even prepare a cheap salad in that bowl; it could be used as another kind of bowl, mind you...! (Ditto for the Stanley Cup; alas that NBA trophy truly is completely useless - too big to be used as a bookend and too unnecessarily complicated to be practical for anything at all, ultimately!)
And now - it's the World Cup. Not a care if the fanatics are known to be hardcore, as we know they can be: rival groups can start the mother-of-all-brawls in the stands, during any given game. Only rugby fanatics -be they players or spectators- can be worse here... Fans have been trampled all over by out-of-control crowds and such extremes have been depending entirely on the outcome of the game they were attending and if their team won it or not... No, that doesn't matter as much as the fact that this is THE WORLD CUP... So, let's push the ultimate passion here: kicking a ball into a too-wide-for-the-goalkeeper's-good netting - and forget about the effects such a trivial thing can have on people.
I stumbled upon a fine documentary the other night: it was about the 1950 World Cup and how one counter-performance... one momentary collapse... one show of human weakness made all of Brasil come to despise those they were, beforehand, hailing as the greatest champions ever... the champions of the world... the greatest futebol players to have grazed a playing field...!
When Brazil lost to Uruguay (2-1 - no biggie. Somehow it was echoed, many years later, in 2004, when Portugal let the Euro Cup slip and Greece stole it right in their backyard; just as they did the Golden Fleece, eh?) they became uma vergonha nacional: the shame of the entire country. Mere minutes after the game ended, people had jumped from their upper seats, plummeting to their doom; it was that serious for them, yes! They would rather end their lives, right there in the stadium, rather than come home and have to digest this defeat for the rest of their lives... People were devastated all throughout Brazil; they were sad for a long, long time. They would never forgive that year's national selection of players for having let them down like that - after the huge build-up, that is (completed by a speech given by the mayor minutes before the game; a speech in which o prefeito speaks of the championship as if it had already been acquired; a fait accompli. The saying of it not being over until it is over had not gotten to this one's ears, apparently...? Quereida!)
And the goalkeeper complained of it in the documentary: ''the maximum sentence here is thirty years. Me, I have paid the price for allowing those two goals for 43 years now - and counting!''
Wanna bet he didn't endear himself to anyone after coming out and saying that, either? Bill Buckner was forgiven in Boston: but only after the BoSox reversed the curse...! Brazil did win the coveted championship and then some, soon enough - but those who remember that 1950 desfeita simply will not forgive it, exactly because they cannot forget it, nor the terrible feeling that came with it...
Thus, with examples like that, given to us by recent history too (it could not be otherwise, for sports as we know them now are a recent human conception indeed! Maybe it was less involving in the days of gladiator contests...? Maybe not!) - with sad, sad examples like these, do we really want to adhere to it? Do we really want to buy into any of it now - buy into the ''huge event'' - inject all of our leisure time cash and pocket money into this type of great ''innocent fun'' (the worse it can get is if we gamble on the outcome of the game - right?) Do we really want to bring our entire families to these places where sports events are taking place, surrounded by the rowdy crowds that could turn hostile in a split second, over almost anything, really...? Do we? Are we foolish enough to?
There are 32 nations in the world right now chock-full of fanatics like those right now: the rest of the world would be mere ''observers'' - however, through lineage, some dalliance or some other unholy rite, we all have our allegiance, and as such, the entire world is ''engaged'' by this! Who the hell said only religion could bring out the worst in people? Who is the fool?!? We can easily see or hear about, in these coming weeks, of any given ''nationalist'' breaking a bottle of beer over the head of another one such - all because of a penalty goal or well-delivered butthead on the field...!
How many freaking Frenchmen tried to emulate Zidane on a not-so-poor, not-so-unsuspecting, nutso Italiano, do you think - hmm?!?
The way I see it, it is a toss-up between too many countries when it is ''Mundial'' - and there are too many x-factors that can throw a monkey wrench into any team's chances... Otherwise the same powerhouse ''system'' teams would always win!
A system can work once, twice, for a while - but there comes a time for it to fail, too.
And here we have Brazil, Germany and Spain as three persistent examples of that: they have won too much already (especially the latter one, in recent times) and the law of averages should come into play, finally, at this time...
Not that anybody wants to see an upset like the Greek Heist of 2004 again...
Still, the Netherlands, Argentina and Portugal - yes, Portugal, of course! - should be the ones to take over from the old guard.
Ultimately, however... Isn't it all so darn ridiculous to have entire nations so passionate about a bunch of guys pushing a ball across an entire field and getting it past a certain line made on the grass (oftentimes not even real grass either!)
If all the nations of the world were equally passionate about the real issues in the world, in their own backyards: who knows what could be accomplished? Poverty could be circumvented; children might not die of hunger or mistreatment; true justice may yet be meted out...
It would certainly be a greater accomplishment -truly of the media's attention now- than having pushed a measly rubber ball past a goal line; past a doomed-to-be-contemptible for the rest of his natural days goalkeeper...
Labels: FIFA, Futebol, luminous pundit me, simulcast, soccer, World Cup
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Saturday, November 02, 2013
And So ''Good Ol' J.R.'' Was Forced To ''Retire''...
Warning: in order to proceed reading the following, you're going to have had previous knowledge of the wild, wild world of professional wrestling once upon a time in your wretched... er, wrestled (?) life! You have been duly warned...
Good Ol' J.R. ''retired''...?
He was unceremoniously FIRED, that's what he was! And all for being reticent (respectful as he is, as he should be, of the ''legendary'' Ric Flair and Four Horsemen ''mythos''...!) and outright unwilling to cut off ''the Nature Boy'' as he was talking about his recently deceased son, the funeral that followed and his touching gesture involving the two rings he was awarded in relation to the ''WWE'' and its parody of a ''hall of fame'' (bogus hall, if you ask me - call it the hall of shame and it will be closer to the truth! Or even better: dub it the ''museum of plastified bogus 'heroes' for the brainless masses that sold enough tickets for unscrupulous promoters - mainly McMahons'' and it will be RIGHT ON! But we're digressing right here...)
For those who don't know, Ric Flair took off one of his Hall of Fame rings and put it on his dead son Reid's finger - how he managed that is beyond explanation, when one takes into account rigor mortis and all... I couldn't even place a cross firmly between my dear one's hands, at that 2006 funeral I had to organize on such short notice -aren't all funerals on short notice, though, right? Anyways... This is definitely turning into a lugubrious simulpost here - again, if only an unofficial one at that - which is ironic as, of all possible ''brother blogs'' belonging to the TLB Prime Network to be paired up with, this ''lukewarm'' one is usually always updated jointly with the lugubrious one indeed. They go together, like a horse and carriage... Like a BORG and Klingon... Like a DROID and Clone... Like a JEDI and SITH... Like... er, well, let's not go where we are trying to avoid going with this, OK?!?
So... Then... Back to the topic here, really... J.R. GOT FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRED.
Big... freaking... deal... WE SAY!
J.R. stole his name (his marketable name) from an old character (lately, before he croaked for real, he was really old too!) the most identifiable one (because he got shot, most of all) on an insufferable night-time (some would say 'prime time'' - ha!) soap-opera I personally could never stand. I can't even believe that they relaunched it, lately, on one of those exclusively-on-cable networks NOBODY WATCHES... I fully expect someone to have the dumb idea to resurrect rival shows DYNASTY, FALCON CREST and KNOTS LANDING, any day now! (Never mind the fact that half the original casts are DEAD: and all the others have seen their CAREERS DIE after the demise of their show!) The last one on the short list there having been a spin-off from the first (let's name it: Dallas, duh; happy?) way back in the late 80s/early 90s, it is not that far-fetched an idea at all, somewhere down the road in 2014... Old Krystle meet a new beau; or a lesbo? But we are digressing once more!
J.R. thought the world of himself, releasing some God-awful barbecue sauce to compete with another late, so-called great one who had cornered the market all to himself as the only previous celebrity with such a product ''out there'' - Paul Newman! Newman's Own or ''Good Ol' J.R.'s'' - which one would you risk your HEALTH with, quite frankly? Kudos to your brain cells if you answered NEITHER...
J.R. had respect for his predecessors, for ''the business'' and for the big names who built that business for him to make a living in: however, he repeatedly showed a lack of it for his old stomping grounds, namely WCW, where he started out, where he had been, arguably, at his best ever and where he honed his craft as a so-called ''blow-by-blow broadcaster'' with any kind of credibility. He had those odd colloquialisms and pet words that he would use ad nauseam (things such as ''physicality'' and ''Stone Cold! Stone Cold! Stone Cold!'' - sheesh!) but we all forgave him those as he was OLD... as in ''Good Ol' J.R.'' surely... and since half of his face was paralyzed, most would assume that so was half of his brain ''or something''... THAT would explain why he repeatedly forgot to mention that WCW had been the place where he had truly been AT HIS PEAK as any kind of ''broadcaster'' of any ilk; he fails to admit so here, once again, in an interview segment on WrestleTalk, for example, choosing instead to focus upon *himself* yet again, and his best interests, as he contemplated the somber scenario of seeing his employer driven to bankruptcy by WCW circa 1997-2000... Like you didn't know, back then and even moreso today, with hindsight being 20/20 (as we all know it to be - right?!?) that you, Jerry Lawler and several other "talents'' would have been welcomed with open arms to a triumphant WCW the very moment McMahon's ''Titan Sports'' castle of cards would have crumbled down to pieces...! The whole sorry lot of you would have most likely wound up in the nWo, which would have SUCKED TREMENDOUSLY, but still; it would have been a far more enviable scenario than seeing Ed Ferrara do his impression of you, J.R., while supporting THE OTHER STONE COLD: the REAL Steve Williams, ''Dr. Death'' as he was called, another one who is REALLY DEAD nowadays, too...
But that's another sad story, right there; let's NOT go there either...
J.R.... Argh, I am sick of calling him that! The name's JIM! As in ''he's dead, Jim!'' But it's another Jim here: Jim ROSS! So then... Jim Ross has been manipulating things behind the scenes for far too long as it is - trying to goad nitwit public perception of what was going on with his profoundly biased descriptions of the action FOR FAR TOO MANY YEARS...! That pathetic angle in which he delivered the dubious lines ''why do you think so many of them have been coming here and so many have gone over there? I have been VERY, VERY BUSY'' (I paraphrase) comes immediately to mind: what a sorry attempt to minimize the impact (no TNA pun intended here - at all!) of the sudden departure of ''Razor Ramon'' and ''Big Daddy Cool Diesel'' over to the competition (WCW) in 1997, triggering the Monday Night Wars and all that SITH; while, in apparent exchange, the then still-WWF was salvaging every last little scrap dismissed by WCW: the likes of ''Johnny B. Badd'' and ''Man Mountain Rock'' come to mind... In sharp contrast, it wasn't so bad when he was in WCW (I remember his honest statement when Jake The Snake Roberts showed up on WCW, to attack Sting of all people: all he was saying on the spot was ''Jake The Snake Roberts is not scheduled to wrestle here!'' - which used to be true, for the most part of Roberts' career, at that point...) but once the sole voice of the then-WWF (before it got the smacketh down by the REAL WWF's Panda, in court...!) he started presenting a warped view of everything, even in the optic of ''kayfabe'' and all that SITH indeed... ROSS has been a pawn of the McMahons, selling his soul to them in exchange for all that comfort and extra opportunities (re: the crappy, indigestible barbecue sauce, backstage politics, including talent management and perhaps even acting as some sort of executive producer on all of those z-movies starring wrestlers...!) and he stood to lose all that if WCW had come out on top around the year 2000...! (Yeah: the year 2000 really should have been the END OF THE WORLD - it very nearly was for McMahon's world, anyway!)
Ross being fired, now, in the decidedly twilight of his career, after failing to even host some sort of open forum on stage, featuring a panel of so-called ''superstars'' (boy, did he push that silly label with gusto, for all those years spent at ringside, subbing for Vinnie Mac himself...! It is so ironic that it came back and bit him in his big butt, in the end!) a panel that he couldn't keep under control, ultimately... Well, that is just PRICELESS, actually!
Mean Gene Okerlund never had any problems keeping panelists in check on shows such as this - on that subject, though, it is amusing now, given all that has transpired, to listen to Ross state ''what is wrong with WWE today'' on the very same show...! LOL #TrulyPriceless - in retrospect! Hindsight being 20/20 and all, once again!
And so, Ross and Flair's careers were intricately linked to the very last: Ross was arguably at his finest (and less annoying) when describing Ric Flair's classic matches and feuds with Ricky Steamboat and Terry Funk, in the late 80s in WCW. To see the former's career end ignominiously as it does while he proves unable to contain the latter's exuberance (even in the relating of the saddest, most tragic subject there could be; although, on the excerpt still available to watch on YouTube, it is all hilarity and mirth. However, on that excerpt, we can already see how totally unable to reign in the controls of the proceedings our poor ol' J.R. is: the moment Paul E. Dangerously (still call him that; and always will!) walks over and rips his sheets to shreds makes it all painfully official. After all, this crappy ''WWE 2K14'' panel had been assembled to promote an umpteenth damnable GAME and/or PAY-PER-VIEW, supposed to rake in loads of money for the McMahons, once again; money they sorely need after Linda gambled a huge portion of it in two failed bids to be elected into Congress, of all places...! Thus, Vinnie Mac and and his wrinkled Linda SORELY NEED THE MONEY TO COME IN, IN DROVES: and what is happening here? Wrestlers are having fun there, instead, or talking about other things, totally unrelated to the God-damn ''wrestlemania'' upcoming merchandising and/or pay-per-view... Things far more important even, if ever-so briefly, such as the short life and unfulfilled silly dreams of a young man who wanted only to live up to the make-believe legend that his dad fabricated in this business. A young man who died way too soon, due to substance-abuse that could have so easily been avoided, perhaps more easily so if he had never been found attempting to reach that level his famous dad and those ''dreaded Four Horsemen'' of kayfabe have been at for decades now; for the young man's entire lifetime, more or less, as it turned out.
Jim Ross' professional demise came off-stage (well, as it should have, really: he was always a lousy on-stage performer...!) and it has been dubbed ''the Stamford Screwjob'' in honor of the infamous time when McMahon sent off Bret Hart to the competition (and what a Trojan Horse THAT turned out to be...!) both as tainted goods as well as a defeated competitor (mostly defeated in his egotistical pride, which, for a Canadian, is truly an oxymoron! But that's another story, too...) Well, then, if no one else will say it, I'll say it (sigh) even though I am as lukewarm about this as I am about everything else that shows up here, on this particular blog...! Just as they said ''Bret screwed Bret'' (almost typoed it as ''Bret screwed a Beret'' - yikes! Well, ''the Hitman'' always claimed to be able to take it as well as he could dish it out: it should apply to this crap as well!) I will then state, here and now, that ''Jim Ross screwed Jim Ross'' - end of discussion! And, it is for damn sure that, as Stone Cold would say, at the end of that specific 2K14 panel, Ross was very happy to see the end of THAT discussion...!
One can wonder, now, whether Jim Boy here will be suing the Stamford, Connecticut conglomerate for wrongful termination anytime soon...? After all, everybody sues (and loathes, deep down) the WWE - that is common knowledge, I do believe! (Just like everybody had a price for the Million Dollar Man of old! Not this one!) Aye, verily, everyone with half-a-brain despises this brand of lowest common-denominator so-called ''entertainment''... methinks! And with good reason, too... The ''down-in-the-gutter'' approach alone, which salvaged it from near-bankruptcy in the late nineties, them naughty nineties, is enough to turn thy stomach...! But here we are digressing again.
So then, as we are all extremely lukewarm about this topic... let us move on already!
Let us move on to... the Four Horsemen!
Because Ross, Flair and the Horsemen are so intricately linked, as we've both noticed and mentioned earlier, right here on this lukewarm blog post... They are so linked together, it is amazing! As if their deep south origins made them siamese conjoined twins of sorts, career-wise: and all of their careers are ending quite pathetically indeed. And ONE culprit for all this can be pinpointed with ease: no, it is not Stone Cold... It's Vinnie Mac! Vincent Kennedy McMahon! Who else...
How many lives has McMahon ruined, already? And even more so-called ''careers'' too... That is, *if* you are willing to call it a ''career'' being willingly exposed as a circus freak, taking all of that ''physicality'' abuse for years, toiling for an egomaniacal barker like that, who will throw you out and reel in the next dozen or so circus acts the moment all the pain-killers (and assorted performance enhancers) you took stop producing the desired effects...
Horsemen members have fallen by the wayside under said treatment like clockwork, over the years: Brian Pillman died, suddenly... Eddie Guerrero, though not an official Horseman, died a similar death: and, through his association with the four ''Radicals'' who defected from WCW together, as a group, some 12 years ago, I say he was at least an ''honorary Horseman'' - at the very least. Chris Benoit died a most horrific death, taking with him former Horsemen valet Nancy Toffoloni and an innocent child; the theories abound about what triggered that tragedy but a factor was surely the undue pressure placed upon him ''career-wise'' - which came with little or no appreciation at all, in the end. And to think that he had defected to the WWE with hopes of ''being treated much better'' by the powers-that-be in authority there...! Again, what a terrible, cruel irony - terribly sad...
Careers became casualties, too; the careers of one ''Sid Vicious'' (made into a Psycho, after Justice failed him, by the purported to be ''creative genius'' that McMahon is...) along with Dean Malenko, Lex Luger, Jeff Jarrett (whether Arn admits it or not, HE WAS A HORSEMAN) and even J.J. Dillon's; all of their so-called ''careers'' took a downward spiral, at one point or another, due to their passage (or repeated passages) through WWE territory - and none of them ever recuperated, really.
Ole Anderson remains the sole Horseman with enough dignity not to kiss McMahon's rear end, at any time, for any pseudo ''honour'' the latter could possibly bestow... On the contrary, Ole has been quite vehement about McMahon on a number of occasions: it is all on record, on various ''shoot'' interviews readily available all across the web, in which Ole blasts number of people, not just Vinnie Mac... (With all that in mind, it remains doubtful that Vinnie Mac's RAW will even ring the bell three times once Ole passes, one day... It is possible that Vinnie Mac is THAT LOW and spiteful. Just look at what he did when it came time to induct the Horsemen into his bogus hall of shame there; Ole was completely ignored; him, a founding member of the most elite quartet! Dillon himself, with all his bogus diplomacy, has no excuses for it here! McMahon will ring the bell, still: but it will all be hypocrisy. But that's another story, once more)
The worst aspect remains, in fact, the core members handpicked for the ''honor'' here, all due to their cooperation, really: Ric Flair, J.J. Dillon, Barry Windham, Arn Anderson and Tully Blanchard (Tully, once expelled from the then-WWF for UNSPECIFIED SUBSTANCE-USE: can you imagine that!!! Tully!!! One guy who clearly was NOT a steroid freakazoid being expelled from the haven for such freaks, at the height of THAT scandal - you've got balls, McMahon; steroided balls! But we certainly don't want to go THERE either... As for Tully's substance of alleged abuse there, he has come out and spoken about it amply; so we need not identify it here at all. Suffice it to say, both the WWF and NWA wouldn't hire him after that test result; another career ruined - thank you, McMahon!!! To his credit, Tully has somehow forgiven this, if not forgotten it. Not sure any other Horseman would have been so kind...) All of them lowered their levels of both self-respect and dignity when they accepted to be ''pseudo-honoured'' in this fashion by the WWE, which immediately diminished all of their lifelong accomplishments into one single sentence: ''held every major NWA title in 1988'' - what, that's IT? That's all that these four dudes EVER DID? Such will be the reaction of the ignorant browser and casual fan stumbling across THAT bit of info right there: for the only other ''achievement'' listed is that ''this bunch of guys'' (as Windham himself phrased it, during the actual induction) was indeed inducted in 2012. (Is it 12 for 12 mere months of dominance? One has to wonder!) THAT IS IT, eh? Nothing else. No mention of all the individual championships collected by each (selected) individual member of the stable here; granted, there is no real need to mention the ''official'' (sweet and sour) sixteen by Flair (though the real number is something between 20 and 35!) but a casual fanatic has no real idea about those titles garnered by Arn Anderson, a tag-team specialist but also a former ''TV champion'' in his own right, or the many titles Blanchard and Windham won all on their own as well, both before and after 1988...
The disgusting feeling lingers on, even a full year removed from the actual ''ceremony'' - that all of them, from Anderson to Windham, chose to go with this crap, diminishing their impact upon the industry, their industry, not McMahon's, all for the promise of a weak percentage of sales stemming from the ''Hall of Fame'' action figures made to their effigy or the blasted DVD made of their history (badly rewritten, in a twisted way, as to avoid any mention of either anti-WWE sentiment, NWA greatness, WCW superiority or one Chris Benoit...)
Arn Anderson - I thought you were better than that; I thought you were more like Ole, your mere lookalike ultimately because, quite evidently, there is not an ounce of common blood and genetic material shared between the two of you, notwithstanding the Horsemen genealogy... In fact, I am about to suspect that ''C.W. Anderson'' is the one who has true kinship with Ole, not you, ''Arn''...
Tully Blanchard - I guess you took it as a form of reward from the Heavens above, finally - all good things come to those who wait, hmm? As a man of God, now, you chose to forgive the McMahon Circus for what it had done to you, back in 1989... I can understand THAT - so I'll remain your friend, on My Space... (In my heart, I believe fellow wrestlers-turned-pastors Nikita Koloff and Ted Dibiase would have done the same; not that Koloff will ever get the ''chance'' to get inducted, though...)
J.J. Dillon - well, as an oftentimes ''executive'' (the on-screen variety) I am not surprised you would go along with all this, really... You're a ''suit'' so it's all up your alley, I'll suppose...
Barry Windham - now, I never cared much about B.W. or the alleged ''Blackjack Mulligan legacy'' that he carried forth... straight into the gutter, too, I'd say! Another type of gutter though, here; not like the one used by the WWE just to survive...! Barry portrayed the role of ''the Horsemen traitor'' one-too-many-times (the worst one being alongside Eric Bischoff's nWo - WITHOUT ever joining the nWo per say, as they didn't even want him in the first place!) and that alone didn't endear your character to anyone at all; for nobody likes a mercenary without scruples - anyway, I don't. You'd expect some code of honor, even within kayfabe, at least that! Worker-wise, I was never all-too impressed either...
Ric Flair - I think I have already let known my growing disappointment with my former hero here. Flair is ageing very ungracefully, to say the least, and he was outright vulgar and pathetic (all at once; how did he manage that? Ask him. Woo!) during his brief passage through TNA, which he now takes jabs at every chance he gets. His so-called ''legacy'' has dwindled down to all that it really was, in the end: fake athleticism and silly antics. All that ''ladies' man'' crap has degenerated into ''old perv'' territory by now - which is extremely distasteful and disheartening, both. Seeing him buy into all the circus aspects of the business as he still routinely will, even as his son died due to wanting so much to become a part of said circus, does not shock me anymore. It just saddens me - for him and for his family. And he wants his daughter, Ashleigh aka Charlotte, to become a ''wwe diva'' now... *Sigh*
To accept the so-called ''honor'' of being inducted into that ''hall of fame'' when you know full well that you were lucky to pass through the ordeal of having had to work for that circus and coming out of it unscathed (whereas so many others were scarred for life - or lost their life) could be likened to accepting a medal for having gone to war for all the wrong reasons (entirely and purposefully fabricated reasons; America knows all about THAT, eh?) and being unfazed by the maimings and sheer trauma suffered by all thy fellow soldiers scattered out on the battlefield...
Now, isn't Jim Ross ALREADY inducted into that bogus, worthless hall of ''f-shame'' there, him too?
Yes, he is...
Good thing they didn't wait for your ''retirement'' to take effect, Jimbo, eh? Said forced ''retirement'' would have likely triggered some sort of newfound lucidity and veracity in your tired old shell, one can imagine? What kind of speech would you have slurred out THEN, if it had been the case...
Wow - we certainly wrote a LOT about this; and we are so lukewarm about it all! Imagine if we were actually one iota passionate about it around here...! ;-)
Good Ol' J.R. ''retired''...?
He was unceremoniously FIRED, that's what he was! And all for being reticent (respectful as he is, as he should be, of the ''legendary'' Ric Flair and Four Horsemen ''mythos''...!) and outright unwilling to cut off ''the Nature Boy'' as he was talking about his recently deceased son, the funeral that followed and his touching gesture involving the two rings he was awarded in relation to the ''WWE'' and its parody of a ''hall of fame'' (bogus hall, if you ask me - call it the hall of shame and it will be closer to the truth! Or even better: dub it the ''museum of plastified bogus 'heroes' for the brainless masses that sold enough tickets for unscrupulous promoters - mainly McMahons'' and it will be RIGHT ON! But we're digressing right here...)
For those who don't know, Ric Flair took off one of his Hall of Fame rings and put it on his dead son Reid's finger - how he managed that is beyond explanation, when one takes into account rigor mortis and all... I couldn't even place a cross firmly between my dear one's hands, at that 2006 funeral I had to organize on such short notice -aren't all funerals on short notice, though, right? Anyways... This is definitely turning into a lugubrious simulpost here - again, if only an unofficial one at that - which is ironic as, of all possible ''brother blogs'' belonging to the TLB Prime Network to be paired up with, this ''lukewarm'' one is usually always updated jointly with the lugubrious one indeed. They go together, like a horse and carriage... Like a BORG and Klingon... Like a DROID and Clone... Like a JEDI and SITH... Like... er, well, let's not go where we are trying to avoid going with this, OK?!?
So... Then... Back to the topic here, really... J.R. GOT FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRED.
Big... freaking... deal... WE SAY!
J.R. stole his name (his marketable name) from an old character (lately, before he croaked for real, he was really old too!) the most identifiable one (because he got shot, most of all) on an insufferable night-time (some would say 'prime time'' - ha!) soap-opera I personally could never stand. I can't even believe that they relaunched it, lately, on one of those exclusively-on-cable networks NOBODY WATCHES... I fully expect someone to have the dumb idea to resurrect rival shows DYNASTY, FALCON CREST and KNOTS LANDING, any day now! (Never mind the fact that half the original casts are DEAD: and all the others have seen their CAREERS DIE after the demise of their show!) The last one on the short list there having been a spin-off from the first (let's name it: Dallas, duh; happy?) way back in the late 80s/early 90s, it is not that far-fetched an idea at all, somewhere down the road in 2014... Old Krystle meet a new beau; or a lesbo? But we are digressing once more!
J.R. thought the world of himself, releasing some God-awful barbecue sauce to compete with another late, so-called great one who had cornered the market all to himself as the only previous celebrity with such a product ''out there'' - Paul Newman! Newman's Own or ''Good Ol' J.R.'s'' - which one would you risk your HEALTH with, quite frankly? Kudos to your brain cells if you answered NEITHER...
J.R. had respect for his predecessors, for ''the business'' and for the big names who built that business for him to make a living in: however, he repeatedly showed a lack of it for his old stomping grounds, namely WCW, where he started out, where he had been, arguably, at his best ever and where he honed his craft as a so-called ''blow-by-blow broadcaster'' with any kind of credibility. He had those odd colloquialisms and pet words that he would use ad nauseam (things such as ''physicality'' and ''Stone Cold! Stone Cold! Stone Cold!'' - sheesh!) but we all forgave him those as he was OLD... as in ''Good Ol' J.R.'' surely... and since half of his face was paralyzed, most would assume that so was half of his brain ''or something''... THAT would explain why he repeatedly forgot to mention that WCW had been the place where he had truly been AT HIS PEAK as any kind of ''broadcaster'' of any ilk; he fails to admit so here, once again, in an interview segment on WrestleTalk, for example, choosing instead to focus upon *himself* yet again, and his best interests, as he contemplated the somber scenario of seeing his employer driven to bankruptcy by WCW circa 1997-2000... Like you didn't know, back then and even moreso today, with hindsight being 20/20 (as we all know it to be - right?!?) that you, Jerry Lawler and several other "talents'' would have been welcomed with open arms to a triumphant WCW the very moment McMahon's ''Titan Sports'' castle of cards would have crumbled down to pieces...! The whole sorry lot of you would have most likely wound up in the nWo, which would have SUCKED TREMENDOUSLY, but still; it would have been a far more enviable scenario than seeing Ed Ferrara do his impression of you, J.R., while supporting THE OTHER STONE COLD: the REAL Steve Williams, ''Dr. Death'' as he was called, another one who is REALLY DEAD nowadays, too...
But that's another sad story, right there; let's NOT go there either...
J.R.... Argh, I am sick of calling him that! The name's JIM! As in ''he's dead, Jim!'' But it's another Jim here: Jim ROSS! So then... Jim Ross has been manipulating things behind the scenes for far too long as it is - trying to goad nitwit public perception of what was going on with his profoundly biased descriptions of the action FOR FAR TOO MANY YEARS...! That pathetic angle in which he delivered the dubious lines ''why do you think so many of them have been coming here and so many have gone over there? I have been VERY, VERY BUSY'' (I paraphrase) comes immediately to mind: what a sorry attempt to minimize the impact (no TNA pun intended here - at all!) of the sudden departure of ''Razor Ramon'' and ''Big Daddy Cool Diesel'' over to the competition (WCW) in 1997, triggering the Monday Night Wars and all that SITH; while, in apparent exchange, the then still-WWF was salvaging every last little scrap dismissed by WCW: the likes of ''Johnny B. Badd'' and ''Man Mountain Rock'' come to mind... In sharp contrast, it wasn't so bad when he was in WCW (I remember his honest statement when Jake The Snake Roberts showed up on WCW, to attack Sting of all people: all he was saying on the spot was ''Jake The Snake Roberts is not scheduled to wrestle here!'' - which used to be true, for the most part of Roberts' career, at that point...) but once the sole voice of the then-WWF (before it got the smacketh down by the REAL WWF's Panda, in court...!) he started presenting a warped view of everything, even in the optic of ''kayfabe'' and all that SITH indeed... ROSS has been a pawn of the McMahons, selling his soul to them in exchange for all that comfort and extra opportunities (re: the crappy, indigestible barbecue sauce, backstage politics, including talent management and perhaps even acting as some sort of executive producer on all of those z-movies starring wrestlers...!) and he stood to lose all that if WCW had come out on top around the year 2000...! (Yeah: the year 2000 really should have been the END OF THE WORLD - it very nearly was for McMahon's world, anyway!)
Ross being fired, now, in the decidedly twilight of his career, after failing to even host some sort of open forum on stage, featuring a panel of so-called ''superstars'' (boy, did he push that silly label with gusto, for all those years spent at ringside, subbing for Vinnie Mac himself...! It is so ironic that it came back and bit him in his big butt, in the end!) a panel that he couldn't keep under control, ultimately... Well, that is just PRICELESS, actually!
Mean Gene Okerlund never had any problems keeping panelists in check on shows such as this - on that subject, though, it is amusing now, given all that has transpired, to listen to Ross state ''what is wrong with WWE today'' on the very same show...! LOL #TrulyPriceless - in retrospect! Hindsight being 20/20 and all, once again!
And so, Ross and Flair's careers were intricately linked to the very last: Ross was arguably at his finest (and less annoying) when describing Ric Flair's classic matches and feuds with Ricky Steamboat and Terry Funk, in the late 80s in WCW. To see the former's career end ignominiously as it does while he proves unable to contain the latter's exuberance (even in the relating of the saddest, most tragic subject there could be; although, on the excerpt still available to watch on YouTube, it is all hilarity and mirth. However, on that excerpt, we can already see how totally unable to reign in the controls of the proceedings our poor ol' J.R. is: the moment Paul E. Dangerously (still call him that; and always will!) walks over and rips his sheets to shreds makes it all painfully official. After all, this crappy ''WWE 2K14'' panel had been assembled to promote an umpteenth damnable GAME and/or PAY-PER-VIEW, supposed to rake in loads of money for the McMahons, once again; money they sorely need after Linda gambled a huge portion of it in two failed bids to be elected into Congress, of all places...! Thus, Vinnie Mac and and his wrinkled Linda SORELY NEED THE MONEY TO COME IN, IN DROVES: and what is happening here? Wrestlers are having fun there, instead, or talking about other things, totally unrelated to the God-damn ''wrestlemania'' upcoming merchandising and/or pay-per-view... Things far more important even, if ever-so briefly, such as the short life and unfulfilled silly dreams of a young man who wanted only to live up to the make-believe legend that his dad fabricated in this business. A young man who died way too soon, due to substance-abuse that could have so easily been avoided, perhaps more easily so if he had never been found attempting to reach that level his famous dad and those ''dreaded Four Horsemen'' of kayfabe have been at for decades now; for the young man's entire lifetime, more or less, as it turned out.
Jim Ross' professional demise came off-stage (well, as it should have, really: he was always a lousy on-stage performer...!) and it has been dubbed ''the Stamford Screwjob'' in honor of the infamous time when McMahon sent off Bret Hart to the competition (and what a Trojan Horse THAT turned out to be...!) both as tainted goods as well as a defeated competitor (mostly defeated in his egotistical pride, which, for a Canadian, is truly an oxymoron! But that's another story, too...) Well, then, if no one else will say it, I'll say it (sigh) even though I am as lukewarm about this as I am about everything else that shows up here, on this particular blog...! Just as they said ''Bret screwed Bret'' (almost typoed it as ''Bret screwed a Beret'' - yikes! Well, ''the Hitman'' always claimed to be able to take it as well as he could dish it out: it should apply to this crap as well!) I will then state, here and now, that ''Jim Ross screwed Jim Ross'' - end of discussion! And, it is for damn sure that, as Stone Cold would say, at the end of that specific 2K14 panel, Ross was very happy to see the end of THAT discussion...!
One can wonder, now, whether Jim Boy here will be suing the Stamford, Connecticut conglomerate for wrongful termination anytime soon...? After all, everybody sues (and loathes, deep down) the WWE - that is common knowledge, I do believe! (Just like everybody had a price for the Million Dollar Man of old! Not this one!) Aye, verily, everyone with half-a-brain despises this brand of lowest common-denominator so-called ''entertainment''... methinks! And with good reason, too... The ''down-in-the-gutter'' approach alone, which salvaged it from near-bankruptcy in the late nineties, them naughty nineties, is enough to turn thy stomach...! But here we are digressing again.
So then, as we are all extremely lukewarm about this topic... let us move on already!
Let us move on to... the Four Horsemen!
Because Ross, Flair and the Horsemen are so intricately linked, as we've both noticed and mentioned earlier, right here on this lukewarm blog post... They are so linked together, it is amazing! As if their deep south origins made them siamese conjoined twins of sorts, career-wise: and all of their careers are ending quite pathetically indeed. And ONE culprit for all this can be pinpointed with ease: no, it is not Stone Cold... It's Vinnie Mac! Vincent Kennedy McMahon! Who else...
How many lives has McMahon ruined, already? And even more so-called ''careers'' too... That is, *if* you are willing to call it a ''career'' being willingly exposed as a circus freak, taking all of that ''physicality'' abuse for years, toiling for an egomaniacal barker like that, who will throw you out and reel in the next dozen or so circus acts the moment all the pain-killers (and assorted performance enhancers) you took stop producing the desired effects...
Horsemen members have fallen by the wayside under said treatment like clockwork, over the years: Brian Pillman died, suddenly... Eddie Guerrero, though not an official Horseman, died a similar death: and, through his association with the four ''Radicals'' who defected from WCW together, as a group, some 12 years ago, I say he was at least an ''honorary Horseman'' - at the very least. Chris Benoit died a most horrific death, taking with him former Horsemen valet Nancy Toffoloni and an innocent child; the theories abound about what triggered that tragedy but a factor was surely the undue pressure placed upon him ''career-wise'' - which came with little or no appreciation at all, in the end. And to think that he had defected to the WWE with hopes of ''being treated much better'' by the powers-that-be in authority there...! Again, what a terrible, cruel irony - terribly sad...
Careers became casualties, too; the careers of one ''Sid Vicious'' (made into a Psycho, after Justice failed him, by the purported to be ''creative genius'' that McMahon is...) along with Dean Malenko, Lex Luger, Jeff Jarrett (whether Arn admits it or not, HE WAS A HORSEMAN) and even J.J. Dillon's; all of their so-called ''careers'' took a downward spiral, at one point or another, due to their passage (or repeated passages) through WWE territory - and none of them ever recuperated, really.
Ole Anderson remains the sole Horseman with enough dignity not to kiss McMahon's rear end, at any time, for any pseudo ''honour'' the latter could possibly bestow... On the contrary, Ole has been quite vehement about McMahon on a number of occasions: it is all on record, on various ''shoot'' interviews readily available all across the web, in which Ole blasts number of people, not just Vinnie Mac... (With all that in mind, it remains doubtful that Vinnie Mac's RAW will even ring the bell three times once Ole passes, one day... It is possible that Vinnie Mac is THAT LOW and spiteful. Just look at what he did when it came time to induct the Horsemen into his bogus hall of shame there; Ole was completely ignored; him, a founding member of the most elite quartet! Dillon himself, with all his bogus diplomacy, has no excuses for it here! McMahon will ring the bell, still: but it will all be hypocrisy. But that's another story, once more)
The worst aspect remains, in fact, the core members handpicked for the ''honor'' here, all due to their cooperation, really: Ric Flair, J.J. Dillon, Barry Windham, Arn Anderson and Tully Blanchard (Tully, once expelled from the then-WWF for UNSPECIFIED SUBSTANCE-USE: can you imagine that!!! Tully!!! One guy who clearly was NOT a steroid freakazoid being expelled from the haven for such freaks, at the height of THAT scandal - you've got balls, McMahon; steroided balls! But we certainly don't want to go THERE either... As for Tully's substance of alleged abuse there, he has come out and spoken about it amply; so we need not identify it here at all. Suffice it to say, both the WWF and NWA wouldn't hire him after that test result; another career ruined - thank you, McMahon!!! To his credit, Tully has somehow forgiven this, if not forgotten it. Not sure any other Horseman would have been so kind...) All of them lowered their levels of both self-respect and dignity when they accepted to be ''pseudo-honoured'' in this fashion by the WWE, which immediately diminished all of their lifelong accomplishments into one single sentence: ''held every major NWA title in 1988'' - what, that's IT? That's all that these four dudes EVER DID? Such will be the reaction of the ignorant browser and casual fan stumbling across THAT bit of info right there: for the only other ''achievement'' listed is that ''this bunch of guys'' (as Windham himself phrased it, during the actual induction) was indeed inducted in 2012. (Is it 12 for 12 mere months of dominance? One has to wonder!) THAT IS IT, eh? Nothing else. No mention of all the individual championships collected by each (selected) individual member of the stable here; granted, there is no real need to mention the ''official'' (sweet and sour) sixteen by Flair (though the real number is something between 20 and 35!) but a casual fanatic has no real idea about those titles garnered by Arn Anderson, a tag-team specialist but also a former ''TV champion'' in his own right, or the many titles Blanchard and Windham won all on their own as well, both before and after 1988...
The disgusting feeling lingers on, even a full year removed from the actual ''ceremony'' - that all of them, from Anderson to Windham, chose to go with this crap, diminishing their impact upon the industry, their industry, not McMahon's, all for the promise of a weak percentage of sales stemming from the ''Hall of Fame'' action figures made to their effigy or the blasted DVD made of their history (badly rewritten, in a twisted way, as to avoid any mention of either anti-WWE sentiment, NWA greatness, WCW superiority or one Chris Benoit...)
Arn Anderson - I thought you were better than that; I thought you were more like Ole, your mere lookalike ultimately because, quite evidently, there is not an ounce of common blood and genetic material shared between the two of you, notwithstanding the Horsemen genealogy... In fact, I am about to suspect that ''C.W. Anderson'' is the one who has true kinship with Ole, not you, ''Arn''...
Tully Blanchard - I guess you took it as a form of reward from the Heavens above, finally - all good things come to those who wait, hmm? As a man of God, now, you chose to forgive the McMahon Circus for what it had done to you, back in 1989... I can understand THAT - so I'll remain your friend, on My Space... (In my heart, I believe fellow wrestlers-turned-pastors Nikita Koloff and Ted Dibiase would have done the same; not that Koloff will ever get the ''chance'' to get inducted, though...)
J.J. Dillon - well, as an oftentimes ''executive'' (the on-screen variety) I am not surprised you would go along with all this, really... You're a ''suit'' so it's all up your alley, I'll suppose...
Barry Windham - now, I never cared much about B.W. or the alleged ''Blackjack Mulligan legacy'' that he carried forth... straight into the gutter, too, I'd say! Another type of gutter though, here; not like the one used by the WWE just to survive...! Barry portrayed the role of ''the Horsemen traitor'' one-too-many-times (the worst one being alongside Eric Bischoff's nWo - WITHOUT ever joining the nWo per say, as they didn't even want him in the first place!) and that alone didn't endear your character to anyone at all; for nobody likes a mercenary without scruples - anyway, I don't. You'd expect some code of honor, even within kayfabe, at least that! Worker-wise, I was never all-too impressed either...
Ric Flair - I think I have already let known my growing disappointment with my former hero here. Flair is ageing very ungracefully, to say the least, and he was outright vulgar and pathetic (all at once; how did he manage that? Ask him. Woo!) during his brief passage through TNA, which he now takes jabs at every chance he gets. His so-called ''legacy'' has dwindled down to all that it really was, in the end: fake athleticism and silly antics. All that ''ladies' man'' crap has degenerated into ''old perv'' territory by now - which is extremely distasteful and disheartening, both. Seeing him buy into all the circus aspects of the business as he still routinely will, even as his son died due to wanting so much to become a part of said circus, does not shock me anymore. It just saddens me - for him and for his family. And he wants his daughter, Ashleigh aka Charlotte, to become a ''wwe diva'' now... *Sigh*
To accept the so-called ''honor'' of being inducted into that ''hall of fame'' when you know full well that you were lucky to pass through the ordeal of having had to work for that circus and coming out of it unscathed (whereas so many others were scarred for life - or lost their life) could be likened to accepting a medal for having gone to war for all the wrong reasons (entirely and purposefully fabricated reasons; America knows all about THAT, eh?) and being unfazed by the maimings and sheer trauma suffered by all thy fellow soldiers scattered out on the battlefield...
Now, isn't Jim Ross ALREADY inducted into that bogus, worthless hall of ''f-shame'' there, him too?
Yes, he is...
Good thing they didn't wait for your ''retirement'' to take effect, Jimbo, eh? Said forced ''retirement'' would have likely triggered some sort of newfound lucidity and veracity in your tired old shell, one can imagine? What kind of speech would you have slurred out THEN, if it had been the case...
Wow - we certainly wrote a LOT about this; and we are so lukewarm about it all! Imagine if we were actually one iota passionate about it around here...! ;-)
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
La St-Jean...
Hmm...
Is this the kind of society that took up the likes of SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST as their figurehead (no pun intended at all - ever, ever, ever; John's my favorite saint!) - one that cannot tolerate a mere slap-in-the-face, an uppercut or a bodyslam...!
HÉ, LÀ - LES TARLAS...
SAINT-JEAN LE BAPTISTE
WAS BEHEADED.
If you can't handle violence, you should have chosen another saint - one that's a hell of a lot more of a sissy, like yourselves!
I have no suggestions for you...
BONNE ST-JEAN PAREIL... HEIN
:p
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Monday, June 21, 2010
The Longest Yawn
Today was the longest day of the year!
The Longest Day Of The Year 2010!
The longest day in the northern hemisphere, which automatically means that June 21st is, de facto, the day of the year 2010!
The best day of all, for it is the one with the most sunlight!
The day with the most light may not necessarily mean the day with the most enlightenment, but then that dubious honor could be given to just about any other day of the year in which multiple monumental goofs are inanely committed worldwide, so there...!
The longest day of the year simply means one thing, above all: the longest stretch of uninterrupted daytime we can ever possibly hope for around these parts - barring any intervention from dark clouds and a stormy weather forecast, that is!
The Longest Day 2010 is also the Summer Solstice 2010 – aye, the longest day of the year is a benchmark of the seasons too; a watermark that helps us set apart the meaningful days of the year from the bogus holidays such as, say, June 24th in Quebec or July the 1st in both Quebec but mostly Canada - just to give a couple of examples, eh... We call them summer solstices (or the longest days of our years) when days are, quite magically enough, longer than nights - and not just in appearance either! Of course, deep down, we all wish our nights to be longer, especially when we have to rise early the next day... The only ones who have ever wished for the opposite are either sado-masochists or the cast of From Dusk 'Til Dawn - but that is another story...!
Solstices are practical thingies too - being a barometer that regulates the time between Spring planting and Autumn harvesting; or harvesting and planting anew, as the cycle continues! Trees are still growing (amazingly enough, with all the abuse humanoids put mother nature through...!) and so is (practically) everything else (a miracle in itself - one that confirms the Existence of God, by itself! Aye - tis another story too...) thus we can carry on yawning as if nothing important has ever occurred in the course of the Days Of Our Lives...!
(Nothing ever did either - not since season 12, I think...!)
(It is another story, yes - again.)
The Longest Day of the Year, hence...
And what have you done with it... eh?
(Hope you haven't wasted it watching movies such as this:)
The Longest Day Of The Year 2010!
The longest day in the northern hemisphere, which automatically means that June 21st is, de facto, the day of the year 2010!
The best day of all, for it is the one with the most sunlight!
The day with the most light may not necessarily mean the day with the most enlightenment, but then that dubious honor could be given to just about any other day of the year in which multiple monumental goofs are inanely committed worldwide, so there...!
The longest day of the year simply means one thing, above all: the longest stretch of uninterrupted daytime we can ever possibly hope for around these parts - barring any intervention from dark clouds and a stormy weather forecast, that is!
The Longest Day 2010 is also the Summer Solstice 2010 – aye, the longest day of the year is a benchmark of the seasons too; a watermark that helps us set apart the meaningful days of the year from the bogus holidays such as, say, June 24th in Quebec or July the 1st in both Quebec but mostly Canada - just to give a couple of examples, eh... We call them summer solstices (or the longest days of our years) when days are, quite magically enough, longer than nights - and not just in appearance either! Of course, deep down, we all wish our nights to be longer, especially when we have to rise early the next day... The only ones who have ever wished for the opposite are either sado-masochists or the cast of From Dusk 'Til Dawn - but that is another story...!
Solstices are practical thingies too - being a barometer that regulates the time between Spring planting and Autumn harvesting; or harvesting and planting anew, as the cycle continues! Trees are still growing (amazingly enough, with all the abuse humanoids put mother nature through...!) and so is (practically) everything else (a miracle in itself - one that confirms the Existence of God, by itself! Aye - tis another story too...) thus we can carry on yawning as if nothing important has ever occurred in the course of the Days Of Our Lives...!
(Nothing ever did either - not since season 12, I think...!)
(It is another story, yes - again.)
The Longest Day of the Year, hence...
And what have you done with it... eh?
(Hope you haven't wasted it watching movies such as this:)
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Stanley... Bah!
Blackhawks-Flyers - for the gnaaargh-yecccch-pukey cup!
Who the hell wanted THAT! Of all the dreamed final match-ups, NONE had the broad street bullies being a part of the dance - and few had the pukefaces from the Windy City there either! What it comes down to is, basically, Chicago punks versus Philly thugs! And anyone who disagrees with that assessment is either a fan of either team involved - or a nitwit! (Granted it could be BOTH - but that is another story!) I mean - anyone seen the way Pronger plays - is that a gentleman on ice or a barbarian on skates...! And from the other club - Toews - wasn't he the nice kid who beat up his cabbie some hot summer day last year, venting his frustration that his club flunked out in the playoffs (he's just a wet-behind-the-ears punk with a bunch of others young punks and they think that they are ''entitled'' to more, that they were destined for more, right away - they have ASPIRATIONS...! And if anything impedes that - take it out on poor unsuspecting cabbie who actually WORKS for a living...! PUNKS - and thugs! Case closed!
Now that is NOT what the NHL wants representing them in the grand finale - no sir! But that is, most probably, what the NHL DESERVES to have representing the overall organization in their marquee event, the final showcase of theatrics on ice that they are...
Of all the dream clashes that could have been (Boston-San Jose - at last... Or Boston-Detroit, a match-up of Original Six teams that actually have retained some class, unlike the Hawks or the Habs! The Hub of Hockey versus Hockeytown - what a great finale THAT would have been! And we would have also been better served by Pittsburgh attempting a repeat versus whomever, New Jersey going all the way only to lose (probably four straight) and even by Washington versus San Jose - if regular season standings counted for anything at all - and they do not, any longer, they absolutely do not! But who cares at this point, eh?)
So, instead of any of those great match-ups, we have THIS: Philadelphia and Chicago - a mismatch in terms of power but a totally normal pairing in terms of misbegotten line-ups and rowdy towns!
My prediction: Chicago in four straight.
But, again, who cares!
Aside from ''Chicagoans'' that is...!
Logically, Boston should have eliminated Philly in games 6 or 7, so they shouldn't even be there in the Finals, opposite the damn Hawks! (The B's proved that they could handle the pressure and DISAPPOINTMENT of having to play a game seven when, logically, they shouldn't have needed to, over and over again - in 2009, they had to play seven versus Carolina when they could have easily ousted the Hurricanes in 5 or 6 games. Instead, they were robbed in the seventh game, in overtime. This year, they dominate their game seven only to hit three posts and see an insurmountable potential six-goal lead being chipped away little-by-little; because, let's face it, a three-goal lead in today's parity-laden NHL is NOTHING - nothing at all. Any team can come back from a two or three goal deficit: if given the time. And the Flyers sure were given that - primarily by the three posts Cruel Lady Fate denied turning into goals for Boston! While the Bruins' sin was, perhaps, to score three goals too early in the game, ironically - as always, it tends to be cruel to the Bruins any which way you look at it: with irony or through fate's eye! But wait 'til next year - with Tyler Seguin (most likely) or Taylor Hall joining their team, and a few tweaks here and there, the Boston Bruins will become UNBEATABLE. But that is, again, another story - for another time; next year, to be precise!) And so, after having dispatched the Flyers in 6 as they should have, the Bruins should have shown the Pens and Caps who's really boss. For, once again, LOGICALLY - the idiots in Washington and\or the blasé underachievers in Pittsburgh should have steam-rolled all over the Canadiens - and not have taken them too lightly as they so obviously did! Upsets all around, really - any wonder why I no longer watch nor care about any of it, really?
In the west, San Jose finally achieved SOMETHING - but still stayed true to their rep, ultimately - and spectacularly so too; man, being SWEPT by the Hawks... yikes! It's something akin to the history of the mafia indeed: the Mob, with their best hitmen on tap (what else to call Heatley, Marleau and Thornton - Joe, not the Man, Shawn! JOE.) being pulverized by a bunch of street thugs from some small street gang around the corner..!!! Pathetic. And they (the Sharks) had just beaten their most bitter rival, Detroit - FINALLY, after so many tries...! Truly pathetic! The NBA's Cleveland Cavaliers took action after they saw their dominant team (in the regular season) being dominated and shown the exit door by the resurgent Boston Celtics in this year's playoffs - they fired the coach! Maybe San Jose needs to change the entire coaching staff - and the GM too! Otherwise the danger is very real that their ''great player'' Thornton (Joe) will forever remain stuck with the unsightly labels of ''choker'' and ''loser'' - and this is doubly frustrating when one sees a ruffian like Pronger (who helped Anaheim royally frustrate San Jose just a short time ago...!) being affixed with the rep of a ''winner'' - when all he does is be a thug on ice! An opportunist thug, granted - but a thug and nothing much more than that nonetheless!
I wished to see Phoenix go far this year, for some obscure reason (blame it or pin it on Wile E) - and they, of course, never did, so it would have been refreshingly new had they obliged. Heck - Nashville (did they even qualify for the playoffs - lol) and Columbus - anyone of those EXCEPT the damn same towns year in and year out, please!!! Seeing Vancouver compete, though, was almost as -yawn- exciting as seeing Calgary and Edmonton get into a deep run into the playoffs - which reminds me to say again, as I subconsciously do every year; thank God Winnipeg doesn't have a team anymore! But that is another story! (How long can it remain that way, too: nobody knows!)
At least the aberration that was the lone remaining Canadian team in the hunt did not reach such absurdism as seeing them reach the finals... sheesh! The Habs were not taken seriously enough by anyone who played them -and with such good reason- and that allowed them to reach the third round... the THIRD ROUND... sheesh! ONE team should have put an end to that nonsense - and that was arch-rival Boston. People in Montreal were clamoring that this was the best playoff run since 1993 - the year that they last STOLE THE CUP. They were reminded then, ever so slightly, what happened in 1994, when they defended their theft in a series against... BOSTON. This reminder was simply due to the dubious achievement of having managed only a single shot on goal during an entire period - something they did two times before, in a series against Buffalo (they lost the game 3-0 - just as they lost two games to Philly by the exact same score! Great to see irony being cruel to the Habs as well - sometimes.) and in a game against the Bruins in the 1994 series... But, guess what, the "defending champs" Habs actually stole that game too, even though they managed only one shot on goal in one of the three periods, at the end of it they had stolen the game by the score of 5-2...!!! What depraved DUMB LUCK is that. Or puck luck. Or yuck puck luck! Still - justice was served that year - the Boston Bruins defeated the Montreal Canadiens in the 1994 playoffs, making it clear that the 1993 cup was stolen and rightfully belonged to the best team in 1993... which was the Boston Bruins!
This year, it came so close that the Bruins would have had the same opportunity to inject some more common sense and a dose of REALITY back into the craniums of the Canadiens fans...! They would have welcomed the opportunity to do so - only Pronger's Phills wanted it for themselves and had, seemingly, that bitchy lady luck on their side...! Again, wait 'til next year...
Let us remain on THIS YEAR a while longer: for the aberration on ice (of seeing the Habs skate past both Capitals AND Penguins) was having such crazed fans making nonsensical statements as "it's the year of the underdog; the west has the top two teams remaining, but the east has the bottom three still competing" (at the time, the Bruins-Flyers series endured and the damn Habs had shocked and stunned the Pitt into elimination just the night before.)
Sheesh! The fact that the bottom teams beat the top teams in the east does NOT guarantee that one of them -the one that eventually does reach the finals- will topple one of the top two from the west...! I swear, sometimes, partisan fever must be affecting the thought process... I am sure of it! It affects journalistic ethics and so-called "ethical" pros as well - we will see that shortly... Once again, that is, because I remember mentioning it before, on another post...
In the end, of course, the Habs were defeated in five games by the team that Boston had beaten in every way and facet of the game - and should have eliminated too! But lady fate (another bitch, as we saw before) had to make it so that they got Carter and Giroux back while we (yes, we! I'm with the Hub of Hockey - or had you forgotten that? I can multitask - think and simultaneously support the worthier, hard luck and hardest-working team: Boston!) we lost Sturm and then Krejci as well...!
But still - when confronting these same lucky Flyers, the Habs lost in FIVE.
Where have I heard that before... "en cinq petites parties"... eh? AH YES - in a Montreal rag of a mag, the one that was trying to be all prognostical about the then forthcoming 2009-2010 season - while being all off the mark about the recent past! For, incredibly, they went to print with a false piece of data concerning the epic 2009 playoff confrontation between the Boston Bruins and Carolina Hurricanes (a team with, at the time, still several cup winners on its roster.) This was a series that went SEVEN GAMES, plus an overtime period in the seventh (and there were some more extra periods there, during the course of the series - the Bruins, basically, making the same mistake that the Capitals and Penguins made with the Canadiens THIS YEAR: they were not taking their opponent seriously and were, truly, thinking ahead to the NEXT ROUND already... This series came as a surprisingly CLOSE and HARD'FOUGHT battle that went on and on and would be decided by pure damn LUCK - again.) However, the rag of a mag from Montreal, in its recollection of the recent series, stated that it had lasted only 5 rather than 7 games - for, obviously, the editorial team behind that rag was still reeling badly from THE SWEEP! As it was indeed, to begin the 2009 playoffs, the Boston Bruins had totally outclassed the Montreal Canadiens and had swept them in four straight - or should I say "en quatre petites parties" now...! And so, now, it is sooooooo ironic that the Canadiens, after seemingly accomplishing so much in "triumphing" over two giants, the juggernauts that were the over-rated Capitals and full-of-themselves Penguins, would lose en cinq petites parties - TO THE TEAM THAT BOSTON HAD IN THE ROPES, to boot! That pretty much renders null and void all the so-called triumphs, does it not? I am sure that the fanatiques will say otherwise...
They are probably still wearing their jerseys, even now; and will continue to do so throughout the summer...!
Go Habs Go - go home, yo!
Go to the mini-golf near you!
Bastards!
Good riddance!
Who cares who wins that Stanley thing now...!
It won't be you, obtuse Habs -
it never could have been you!
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Red Sox Alien Nation...?
Smoltz turns out not to be smoking hot in his debut - and the Sox lose one after winning a whole bunch... So what?
On this SBNation website I sometimes drop by, I spotted something that made me react a tad more, though...
Regular "DixonTrimline" reports that he was at the game (number 72 of the looooong baseball schedule; only about 75+ more to go, eh) and here are his exact words, typed and submitted to that site quite exactly on June the 26th, 2009, at 8:22 AM EDT...!
I was sitting just under the right field foul pole (section 137), sweet seats, but that was nothing like a sweet game. Smoltz was fine (after the first), and he did adjust well after his first inning, but the offense: non-existent. And the fielding: yipes. There was a slight sci-fi feeling, like the teams had swapped bodies after game 2.
I did get to see a girl get her face blown apart by a foul pop in the 7th. So there is that.
Sheesh - the only thrilling thing was imagining a sci-fi twist to explain the weird way things turned out on the field?
Oh, and yeah - that girl getting her face "BLOWN APART" as he puts it...!
YIKES.
That guy should perhaps be known as Dick-on-a-thin-line...
And is it really SoBNation... then?
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
200TH LUKEWARM POST!
Let's see now - what am I yet to feel lukewarm about around these parts... hmm...
Well - everybody needs a battle plan to know where they are an, most importantly of all, where they want be in the short term rather than the long term (although that one too, of course!) - hence, let's try and make a list of the two hundred or so topics YET TO COME... shall we!
And let's proceed about this IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER (thanks to an unwitting partner - linked further below...!)
Acid Rain: An Air Pollutant...
Acid Rain: "It's Eating Away at You"...
Acid Rain: The Disappearing Statue... (ACID sure brings about crazy hallucinations, eh...)
Adrenoleukodystropy (ALD): A Case Study Using the Film "Lorenzo's Oil"... ((NORMALLY, I would NOT be lukewarm about such a fascinating subject; but since the film's star, Nolte, became a drunk since and the film's director is most renowned for MAD MAX...)
Air Cannon...
Airfoil Experiment 2... Airfoil Experiment 3... (DARN - it's just like the Philadelphia Experiment - I missed the first one!)
Air Pollution Control... (STOP EXHALING THEN...?)
Air Power for Transportation... Air Pressure...
Air ... What Gives? (GOD GAVE IT TO US.)
Alka Rockets... Alternative Energy Sources...
Analysis of Ink by Paper Chromatography...
Anatomy and Physiology "Quickies"... (NO COMMENT.)
And/Or Circuits... Animal Adaptations... ANTacid - Bases and Acids... Antacid Tablet Race... Antenna Antics... All About Apples
Are All Liquids the Same? (ASK a stupid question...)
Are You Being Poisoned by Your Dishes? (REVENGE of the dishwasher...)
Attracting Balloons...
A Bagful of Surprises... (NO more for me!)
Baggie Science... (UNLESS they bring back that crocodile competitor of Mr. Glad and the like - I miss him so! A symbol of my childhood, verily...!)
Balloon Blow-Up... Balloon Charge... (LET THEM PRESS CHARGES AS THEY SEE FIT - I wash my hands of it all.)
Balloon Surprise! (ISN'T IT always!)
Balloon Vacuum... (INITIAL SHOCK is terrible, sure...)
Battery Life... Bells in Your Ears... (HURT will pass...)
Bernoulli Cans... Big Bottle Barometer...
Biological Rhythms... Biomes in a Box... Black Magic... Blood Circulation Lab... Blubber Glove... (EERIELY, it all fits together: for the record, I am not lukewarm about any "black magic" - I ABHOR IT - and any practitioner of it! You want to exact revenge upon someone, over a pity grievance or mere jealousy and envy of that person? DO IT FACE TO FACE, LIKE A MAN - or a woman! Not with pins and needles, potions and CRAP, incantations and invocations... THAT IS DOWNRIGHT SICK. And cowardly! But I digress...)
Bottle Habitat... Bottle blow-up... Bouncing Eggs... Brain Injury Eggs-periment... Bring Springtime Buds Inside... Brown Bag Science... Bubble Bomb... Bubble Fun... Bubble-ology... Bubble-ology & Bernoulli... Bubbularium... Buggy Diner... Build a Galvanometer... Building a Balloon Rocket...
Butterfly Optical Illusion Activity... Butterflies and Symmetry... The Buzz on Bees...
Cake Batter Lava... Calls of the Wild... CANdemonium...
Can I Make a Maraca? (BETTER than a macaca...)
Can I Make a Rain Cloud? (WE HAVE enough rain as it is...)
Can I Make Raisins? (TRY making some WINE instead...)
Carrot Root Fun... (I HOPE it's a carrot cake...)
A Changing Resistor... Charge It! (ARE YOU MAD?!?)
Chemical Changes... Chemical Methods of Control... Chemistry in Black & White Photography... Circulation of Water in Celery... Coat Hanger Balance... A Code Key... Color Mixing... Color My World - Frosting Graham Crackers... Colorful Bouquet...
Hmm... finding out about Combustion... Combustion & Carbon Dioxide...? (I CAN LIVE WITHOUT!)
Cookie Topography... Copper Caper... Counting the Stars... Create a Card... Creating Paper Towel Art... Creating Tangrams...
Cricket Dissection... (GRUESOME - Disney style!)
Crystal Creations... Crystals...
Dancing Penny... (YAWN - even Marshall -was she Laverne or the other one again- signed up for Dancing With The Stars?!?)
A DC Generator... (NO THANKS - ONE DC is vastly enough; no need for more!)
Demonstrating an Epidemic... (IT will do it for itself - fear not.)
Demonstration of Cheese-Making Enzyme Magic...
Density... Density Balloons... Density: An AskERIC Lesson... (NOPE - I've had my fill of dense people - no need to explore other types now...)
Describing Soils... Detecting Meteors... (IF that's your idea of FUN...)
Determination of the Amount of Phosphate in a Detergent...
Determining Acids and Bases... Diffusion of Molecules... Diggin' Dirt... Direct & Diffuse Light... Directional Switches... Discovering Plant Stomates... (NOTHING left to discover, it seems...)
DNA Extraction... DNA Extraction Lab... DNA Sequencing Simulation...
Do-It-Yourself Lung Model... (A HO by any other name.)
Donut Sort... (DOH.)
Down the Drain... Downhill Discoveries...
Dracula's Dinner... (YOU could be it.)
Ear Guitar... Ears and Hearing... Earth: The Apple of Our Eye... Echo in My Head! (HEARING voices again? Gaia's, this time, eh?)
Edible Plants... Edible Rocks... (BE MY GUEST.)
The Effect of Citrus Oils on Fruit Flies... Egg Carton Glider... Egg Magic
Eggs Don't Break? (NOT by themselves, bright lights!)
Egg Protector... (IF that's what you really wanna do...?)
Electromagnetic Signals... (HEED them...)
Electron Flash... (NOTHING to see there...!)
Electron Traffic... (THERE SURE IS a jam there - but scaled down, so it's no biggie.)
Elevator Physics... Energy Transfer...
Enzymatic Reaction... Enzyme Grabbers... Enzyme Labs Using Jello... Enzymes... An Enzyme Substrate Model... (WHO - Kate Moss?)
Erosion... Erosion... (I'm lukewarm about redundance too!)
Establishing Hardy-Weinberg Equilibrium... Evaporation...
Exothermic Reactions Used in Hot Packs...
Expansion of Water As It Freezes...
Experimenting with Friction... (I ALWAYS DO. In other words: been there, done that, am 99.9% lukewarm about it!)
Exposed Surface Area & the Rate of a Chemical Reaction...
Extraction of DNA from Onion... (TEARS WILL FLOW NOW...!)
Falling Test Tubes... Finger Boomerangs... Fingerpaint Leaf Prints... Fire Beetles... Fishy Frequencies... Flipsticks...
Flower Power... (IT'S JUST A MYTH.)
Flying Tube... Flying Wing... Folds and Faults...
Following the Mealworm's Metamorphosis...
Friction... Friction: Roll With The Changes... (AND THE BLOWS.)
Fun With Air... Funny Fingers...
Fuse It! (WHY BOTHER?)
Gelatin Volcanoes... (I'm not even going to ASK...)
The Genetics of Parenthood... (HA - here's what the fusion crap is all about... NO THANKS!)
Germinating Seeds with Liquid Crystals... (sounds yucky.)
The Giant Cell... Glaucoma... (BOTH just need to STAY AWAY FROM ME!)
Gliders... Glitter Globe - learning about density... Glue Polymer...
Good Vibrations... (NO THANKS - I can't suffer that song again...)
Grasshopper Study... Grass Seed Fun... Great Ice Guessing Game...
Green Growing Gifts... Green Space in the City... (mercifully NO sightings of either Green Arrows, Green Lanterns or Green Hornets! Phew!)
Groundwater Quality... Growing Alfalfa Sprouts... Growing Salt Crystals...
Hand Washing... (What should I clear about that - if peeeps don't wash their hands, I just won't shake hands, that's all! I won't in any case - just in case! ;)
Healthy Heart... (I hope everyone WITH A HEART has a healthy one too, sure... Aside from that...)
Hearing Fun... (unless it's me speaking, it's no fun, usually...)
Heartbeat... (PARAMOUNT - so I cannot feel lukewarm here, for once - unless it is the heartbeat of one BASTARD of a so-called human being WHO DESERVES TO DIE AND ROT IN HELL FOR ETERNITY... I think that is clear enough!)
The Heart and the Circulatory System... Hovering Card Trick - the Bernoulli Principle
How are plastics made?
How Big Is a Hand?
How Can I Make a Fire Extinguisher?
How Can You Make a Flashlight Shine Brighter?
How Do Animals Protect Themselves?
How Does Chance Influence Inheritance?
How Do I Make a Fossil Print?
How Do Refrigerators Make Things Cold?
How to Make Bottle Pipes?
How Much Do You Weigh?
How to Tell When Mealworms Are Out of Breath...
How We See... (NOW THIS IS VITAL - and I cannot possibly feel "lukewarm" about THAT! Unless we're talking about people's PERCEPTIONS OF THINGS - in which I do not give a rat's a$$ about most humanoids' so-called "perceptions"...! Me and Bobby Heenan feel that way! ;)
Identification of an Unknown Substance... Impact Craters... Inch of Skin... Inching Around... Inclined Plane Physics... Inclined Plane Physics and Art... Introduction to DNA Extractions... Iron in Cereal...
It Floats... Joysticks in the Wind... (NO COMMENT.)
Joystick Switches... (STILL NO COMMENT.)
Junk Mail Airmail...
Kids on Mars... (if that's the only way to make them behave... shanghai away!)
A Lab Trilogy for Beginning Biology Teachers... Latent Heat... Lava Layering... Laws of Reflection... Leaf Stomata as Bio-indicators of Environmental Change... Leaping Electrons... Learning with Laundry... Lemon Battery I (The Prequel)... Lemon Battery II: Fruity Electricity... Lemon Battery III: Lemon Power... Let the Light Shine In: The Iris
Let's Make Bubbles! (NO.)
Let's Make Insect Nets! (NO.)
Let's Make a Puddle Cake! (I SAID NO!)
How can you lift four times your weight?
Liquid Bottle Rocket... Liquid Layers... Liquid Nitrogen Ice Cream... Liquid Rainbow...
Listen Up! (NO! YOU listen up...!)
Loop the LED... Loop the Loop... Lost World Dinosaurs... Lotic Environment Lesson Plans... Lung Model... Macaroni... Magnet Fun... Magnetic Current... Magnets... Magnificent Microscopes... Make a Machine... Make an Electromagnet... Make a Spectroscope... Make Your Own Bubbles... Make Your Own "Mess"... Make Your Own Paper... Make Your Own Powerlock... Make Your Own Private Lightning... Make Your Own Rain Gauge... Making an Ant House... Making a Bird Mural... Making a Dry Flower Bouquet... Making an Electroscope... Making a Flying Saucer... Making a Fruit Fly Trap... Making Fruit-Shape Kebobs... Making Homemade Instruments... Making Magic Potions... Making Milk Glue... Making No-Bake Peanut Butter Cookies... Making a Pinhole Camera... Making a Pondscope... Making a Spectroscope... Making a Spider Web... Making a Straw Woodwind...
Making Three-Dimensional Plant & Animal Cell Models...
Making a Wind Sock... Manufacture a CD Crate... Mapping Animal Behavior... Marshmallow Building and Bridges... Match-Stick Rocket... McEagle Styrofoam Glider... Measure for Pleasure... Measuring Calories... Metamorphic Rock Pancakes... "Minimum" Solar Box Cooker... Mixtures & Sugar Cubes... M & M Lab... A Model of a Bacterial Plasmid...
Mold I: Growing Your Own... Mold II: Growing Your Own...
Mold III: Growing Your Own Antibiotic...
Mold IV: Mold Terrarium... The Money Pile... Motoring Electromagnetically... Mousetrap Vehicle... ABOUT Movement... Musical Coathanger... Neat Sheet... Needle Through a Balloon... Neutralizing Ability of Antacid Tablets... NEWspaper - Making paper...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Build a Hovercraft to The Inner Life of a Leaf...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Cut the Cube to Eggs Supporting Books...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Fire Extinguishers to Dancin' Raisins...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Make a Barometer to Soak Some Spuds...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Pop a Penny to Boiling Water Without Heat...
Newton's Science Try-Its: Racing Jars to Projectiles and Satellites... Nickel Karate... Non-Compressibility of Water... ABOUT A Noodle... The Nose Knows... (IT SURE DOES! Not Bo - the Nose!)
Objects Race 500... Observation: Where Is My Peanut? (NO COMMENT.)
Oily Colors... One Color or Two? (If there ever was an inane question asked, it might be this one...?)
One + One = One... (RIGHT.)
Onion DNA Extraction... (PREPARE TO CRY A GOOD ONE NOW! AGAIN...?!?)
The Opposable Thumb... Optical Images... Orbital Forces... Outrageous Ooze... Paper Clip Parachutes...
Pasta Patterns... (WHAT - I eat some on some days, and have some as a sidedish on other days - OKAY?)
Peas and Particles... (I have the former but never the latter - not on my plate anyway! Maybe IN the plate, but not on it!)
Pepper Scatter... (sounds like helter skelter to me - I'LL PASS TOO!)
Picky Toothpicks - surface tension...
Pictures from Light... (now here's an apparent exception to the rule here - THAT might have me interested, but... NAH! I'm still lukewarm about it too!)
Piles of Fire... (and much moreso about THAT...! A flame this high - IS IT?)
How can you force a physical change in matter?
Plant Biotechnology: Controlling Tissue Differentiation... Plants and Gravity... Plants and Seeds... Plant Transpiration... (sweathogs with photosynthesis - wowee.)
How are plastics made?
Pliable Proteins... Pollen Collection and Identification... Polystyrene Containers... Population Dynamics of Growth of Drosophila... Porosity... Potato Float... Potential & Kinetic Energy... Potential Energy... Pressure of a Gas & Temperature... Pretzel Predictions... Pringles Pinhole Camera... Problem Solving in Genetic Disorders... (HA - fat chance you ever will solve those...!)
Projectiles... Properties and Synthesis of Soap... Pyramids and Cubes - Straw Structures... Quantitative Analysis of Lead... The Rain Game... Rain Rulers... (try ruling your own craniums first!)
Random Walk... (going nowhere - as usual, folks?)
Rate of Gas Evolution from the Reaction of Alka-Seltzer Tablets with Water... Reaction Time... Reading with a Candle... Reaping Rocks... (better them rocks than innocent lives, eh.)
Recipes for Homemade Fun... Recycling Paper... Reflecting Rainbows... Regolith Formation... A Relay... Remote Control Roller... Resistor Colour Code... Respiratory System... Restriction Enzymes... Rock Candy... Rocket Launch... Rocket Science: Balloon Races... Rocket Science: Rocket Poppers... Rocket to Success... Roller Coasters in the Classroom (makes sense - the next logical step in our chaotic and ludicrous education system! Bravo.)
Roto-Copter... Rubberbandology... Rubber Egg... Rubber Eggs... Rust... Salt and Boiling Water... Salt, Soil, and Seeds... (sorry - no green thumb needs apply!)
Salt Volcano... Sampling Carbon Dioxide... SA/V Ratio & Rate of Diffusion... Sculpture Creations... Secret Bells... Seeing Air... Sensational Slime... Shadow Shapes... Signals from Space... Singing Rod... Silly Straw Glider... Simple Machines... Simple Machines... Simple Scales... (as simple as your minds?)
Simulation of Gene Splicing... Size of a Gas Molecule... Slinky Science... Slinky Science - ver. 2... SORRY; I was never one for sequels!
Slippery Substances - Lubricants... NOR THOSE!
Slip, Slide, Resist! (No comment.)
Soap-Powered Paper Boats... Soda Pop Can Hero Engine... Solar Hot Box... Solar Hot Dog Cooker... Solubility... Solubility of a Gas and Temperature... Solubility and Temperature... Solutions... TO WHAT? Spider Fun... Spider Glider... (mercifully no spider-man - nor ham!)
Spin, Eggs, Spin! (No thanks - I like mine scrambled.)
Spinning Blimps... Sponges and Seeds... Spudnicks - A Rice-Crispy & Marshmallow Snack!
Spud Stuff ('nuff said there.)
Stalactites and Stalagmites to Go... WHERE?
Static-Charged 2 X 4s... Static Electricity... Staying Young with Vitamin E... A Stirring Sight! (I don't think so!)
Stop and Go Electrons... St. Patrick's Day Snack... Straight from the Heart... Stream Table... String It Along... OK - if you say so - I don't see the usefulness of it though! Strings and Springs...
Strong Shapes? I could never be passionate about THOSE!
Great Engineering Feats: Structures... Boy, aren't we evasive there, huh... Structure of Matter... Ok, that is at least SOME notion... Still not enough to get me truly interested, sorry!
Student Investigation on the Immune System and Heme-agglutination...
Sun-Powered Cooking... Summer Sprouting... Super Sparker... Suspension Bridge... Symmetry Surprise... Synthesis of Aspirin... Synthesis of Soap... T. P. Away... Tasty Solution... Teaching Multiple Alleles... Telephone Talk... Temperature & the Rate of a Chemical Reaction... Testing for Acid... Testing for Metals... Testing for Starch... Thaumatrope Motion Device... Tie Dye... The Touch 'n' Feel Box... Transforming Current... Transpiration... Tree Bark Casts... Tubes and Spheres Roller Coasters...
Understanding Waves... Uh... No need to - just stay safely on the dock!
Up Periscope!
Up, Up, and Away!
Up, Up and Away with Bottles!
Using Microscopes... Using A Winogradsky Column to Analyze Microbial Communities... Viscosity... Visible Spectra of Soda Pops... Vitamin C in Fruit Juices... Volume of a Gas & Temperature...
Waste Management... Now THAT I feel really lukewarm about; not being too inclined to dirty myself...
Watch the Brain Learn... Water Bottle Rocket Launcher... Water Color Racing... Water Drop Magnifier... Water Magic... Water Pollution... Watershed Modeling... Weathering Experiments: Sugar Cubes, Steel Wool & Gravel
What Are Seeds?
What Causes Tooth Decay?
What Do Plants Need to Live?
What Is Air?
What Is a Medicine?
What Is Mud?
What Is Water?
What Makes a Bird a Bird?
What Plants Do I Like to Eat?
What's Evaporation?
What Shape Is Water?
What's It Like to Molt Like a Snake?
Whose Skeleton Is in Your Closet?
Why Can Insects Stand on Water?
WHY DO I NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ALL THESE PROFOUND QUESTIONS?
Wild Seed Fun... Wind Catchers... Wind Detective... Wind Erosion... Windows on Life (I HATE WINDOWS!)
Wind Gauge - Build your own! (I really don't give a flying fig - flying though it may be on a mere gust of wind too!)
Wind Sounds... Worm Bin Project... Yeast - A Dihybrid Cross... Your Own Electroboard (or mine)... The Zapper - Static electricity... and the advent of the Zoo Vet too!
I can readily say that I am apt to feel altogether lukewarm about virutally all of these subjects here! By the same token, and certainly quite paradoxically too, I'd blog about any of them on a dare - from anyone! Isn't that something now...! Heck, if it isn't yet for some of you skeptics out there, I'd even add that I'd write a serious journalistic piece about any of these subjects - IF PAID TO DO SO, YEAH!
;)
Now, if I am feeling lukewarm about all of these odd activities, you don't have to feel likewise, of course not... It is a free world (alas) and so you can feel free to veer towards the source of this list - right here - and check up on any of these things... except the vile one that I abhor so! Which one is it again, folks? Hmm? Let's see if you're paying attention back there...! Which one? That is right: black magic! Harry Potter is hogwash from Hogswart - that's right too! And hellfire and brimstone awaits the idiots who want to imitate him (a silly fictional piece of crap that J.K. Rowling didn't even create but pieced together from all previous existing silly characters of the same ilk - a "good sorceror" - what a dumb oxymoron! One cannot be GOOD if one's craft is aimed specifically at COMMITTING EVIL through evil empowerment! THINK, PEOPLE, THINK!!!)
Sheesh...!
Well, GREAT - we definitely found which one of these "activities" I may not feel lukewarm about - but am definitely adverse to!
All in all, not a wasted blog post today - eh?
;)
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Biased Media = Lousy Broadcast
It was painful to listen to, most times; but one had simply to turn off the sound and enjoy some fine classical music instead while watching the action on ice as the mighty Boston Bruins defeated in dominating fashion the hated Montreal Canadiens. Alas, for me, my location had me forced to tune in to the RDS broadcast (or worse yet: the CBC's!) and not the NESN broadcast - and so it was more of the same biased crap that I had to listen to, game after game, before I wised up and tuned out...!
An example: game one, right after Phil Kessel accepted the short pass from Milan Lucic to seal the B's victory by scoring the insurance goal into an empty net - what happened then, hmm? A frustrated Canadien (the Komi, I do believe) dared ruin the celebration of the sealing-of-the-deal goal by roughing Kessel -Kessel! The finesse guy! You don't rough up a finesse player, pal; it's an unwritten rule and a time-honored one at that- and he brought Kessel all the way into the boards too, as all that young Phil wanted to do was the same as when he scored all of his goals in the last two years; celebrate it with his teammates. But no - the Habs think they have a right to avoid their just desserts and thought they do unto their rivals what they would never accept them doing it unto their own guys, be it Kovy or Saku-Le-Fou! *lol*
(Sorry - couldn't resist!)
And so, the goal celebration -and game one win celebration, be it temporarily- were ruined by the unsportsmanlike behaviour of those execrable Habs... And what does their local play-by-play guy call, at that point? "And now Milan Lucic attacks Komisarek FROM BEHIND..."
WHAT THE...?!? How many games has this guy called, let alone seen, over the years...? Is it customary then, you so-called expert you, to see an NHLer celebrate his team's scoring the insurance goal by jumping an opponent from behind - for no reason at all?!? The fact was, all Lucic did was step in and defend his smaller teammate, a teammate who doesn't do any of that rough stuff usually, and he grabbed Komisarek and threw him off his teammate with conviction, as to say "you want to "dance" - do it with someone like ME!"
As it is, of course, Komisarek fears Lucic and loathes him with a passion for it: Lucic kicked his butt earlier in the season, showing him up big time then... The Komi was so badly beaten, he missed a considerable amount of playing time after the scuffle. Ever since, he's dreamed of some kind of chance for revenge - and he knew his teammates, tough guys Laraque and Stewart, would never get the job done either... So he tried to avenge himself, at first, by picking on Lucic's smaller goal-scoring linemate. When that didn't work, he tried his darn-best to mount the courage to go for a rematch - and with his team all but eliminated, he thought it was time to do just that in game four. A single punch to the jaw and Lucic had won the rematch as well. Finally, out of exasperation, The Komi made his last pathetic appearance of the season (and most probably as a hated Hab as well) when he high-sticked himself out of the game, the series and surely out of town as well, in the last few minutes of game four - he couldn't match Milan Lucic's brawn, so he used his stick instead! He got an automatic five minutes and ejection from the game, as Lucic was cut on the left cheek then - 'tis the only way The Komi could ever put a single scratch on Milan Lucic, I tell ya! PATHETIC.
But even more pathetic of all, was again the play-by-play description of it all! Aye, I confess, I'd stopped the music (much in my own disfavour - but at least, I'm doing it to myself, so it's okay then!) and "peeked" at the commentating that was being done by the so-called "impartial experts"... No underlining whatsoever of The Komi's pathetic attitude - instead they spoke of the refereeing...! Right...
I went right back to Beethoven, right there and then!
The Boston Bruins deserved to win LAST YEAR's series against these pathetic Habs - and they deserved to win both playoff encounters during the all-around sad Joe Thornton era (sad with unfulfilled expectations, quite inexplicably at that...! The San Jose crowd knows all about that now - eh? Bwah-ha-ha. Keep him, your Joe; we don't want him anymore!)
What's more, the Boston Bruins deserved to win more oftne than 22 times on Montreal's rink, all-time, during the playoffs... The winning streak they have going against the Habs currently (all but one game in the regular season and the four straight in the playoffs that amount to a sweeter-than-sweet sweep and nine straight wins overall) deserves to continue next season and the NEXT FEW SEASONS in fact! Verily, it should reach the 20-to-25 games plateau, I say; just to TRULY get the B's even! One has no idea the amounts of INJUSTICE ON ICE that the Boston Bruins have had to swallow down over the years against various opponents (Buffalo in 1993, New Jersey the following year and Florida the year after that, I do believe... If memory serves me right!) but none, NONE moreso than this hated rival: the Canadiens! A team with the most moronic fanbase of all: they actually boo their own when they lose to a far superior team like the 2009 Boston Bruins! And one year earlier, after stealing victory from these same Bruins, they were moronic enough to go on a rioting spree throughout their city, one that rose to the astronomical amount of in excess of 2 MILLION DOLLARS IN DAMAGES...! The Canadiens employees are saddened to see their team lose and make such an early (and so well-deserved) exit this April - but I am 100% sure that every other Montrealer with a business, city employees and insurance brokers alike too, are TRULY ELATED that they lost and had NARROW A MOMENT OF JOY for their stupid fans this year - giving the latter no cause to RIOT in the process, as absurd as it sounds!
But absurdism is found in every nook and cranny of the Montreal Bell Centre, I tell ya: starting with the spelling there (it remains english, no matter what; but they still feel they are complying with the silly LOI 101 and other restrictions by spelling both Canadians and Center with an "e" at a most strategic place: "centre" is French, but only if you pronounce it that way... But anyway...!)
More absurdism: the fans, in their incoherent chanting and booing; they cheer the rough stuff their Habs do on the ice, and boo the ensuing penalty it cost them! But then they will also boo when the B's are not penalized for doing much less than the Habs did - that's logical, eh. Thank God none of these people is actually refereeing the game; impartiality would rule the proceedings - not! It would fly out the window, rather!
Even the mascot is incoherent: Youppi was seen cheering when the Habs were called offside?!? Is he HIGH, underneath that orange fur?!? At least Blades The Bruin knows what's going on...!
And so do I...!
And in the light of this second sweep of the Canadiens by the Bruins in recent years -remember 1992! I sure do; and Shane Hnidy appears to me now as the second coming of... Jim Wiemer! But I am digresisng again-and so I can honestly say that we need to see more of this in order to be reminded that YES - there is still some JUSTICE in this sorry world of ours... sometimes!
The Bruins' coach was a true class act: he spoke of no malice, no revenge plan, no ill feelings towards the organization that kicked both him and one of his star players, Michael Ryder, out of town - by the way; thanks, CH, now both are serving the BOSTON cause very well! In fact, Julien hesitated to even use the word JUSTICE in both case, especially in Ryder's case... Of course I just did use the word, without any hesitation at all, but it is in the BOSTON BRUINS' case against the rivals they've had, especially the Habs - after all, Ryder and Julien are only two individuals implicated in the larger picture which is, itself, but a tiny reflection of the much larger picture that is the neverending (but soon to end anyway - by the Grace of God!) battle between GOOD and EVIL...! But I am digressing, aren't I? *lol*
The Bruins can target the Stanley Cup next: and no team, no organization deserves it more than they do. They've had seven magnificent twenty goal-scorers this year (eight, I say: after all, Zdeno Chara got 19 and scored his 20th on the very first playoff game he played - and it was the game-winner too!) but it is true that, under Don Cherry, the Bruins established the record "never-to-be-broken" as he always says: ELEVEN twenty-plus goal-scorers on the roster, in the late 1970s! And that team, though dominating too, was robbed of a championship. Still, the fanbase in Boston is so classy it stood and applauded the enemy camp, the CH, when it paraded with the Stanley Cup in the venerable Boston Garden (maybe not the same year though - gee, I hope not!)
This year, Marc Savard, Patrice Bergeron, Chuck Kobasew, Phil Kessel, Milan Lucic, Blake Wheeler, Zdeno Chara, Mark Recchi, Steve Montador, Tim Thomas, Michael Ryder, David Krejci, Chuck Kobasew, Shawn Thornton, Stephane Yelle, PJ Axelsson and the rest of this formidable line-up can aspire to accomplish what that other great Bruins team, somehow, wasn't fortunate enough to accomplish themselves.
Me, of course, I wanted to see it done back in 1993 - when Dave Poulin (not Krejci) was in town. The hired guns were Dave Christian and Brian Propp - not Recchi or Ryder. The pillars on defense were Ray Bourque and Don Sweeney, not Aaron Ward and Dennis Wideman. And the main man was Cam Neely - not... well, this 2009 edition of the B's is well-balanced and they rely on a total team effort to get it done (that is why it is so impossible to counter them too!)
At least, if the 2009 edition of the Boston Bruins does win it all, Cam Neely is still a part of the club - in some function... So are Bourque and Sweeney. They'll get to hoist the Cup - as Bruins - yet...!
Onwards - with the opposition likely being pesky Rangers, Penguins and... hmm... Ducks or Canucks, the rest of the way...!
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An example: game one, right after Phil Kessel accepted the short pass from Milan Lucic to seal the B's victory by scoring the insurance goal into an empty net - what happened then, hmm? A frustrated Canadien (the Komi, I do believe) dared ruin the celebration of the sealing-of-the-deal goal by roughing Kessel -Kessel! The finesse guy! You don't rough up a finesse player, pal; it's an unwritten rule and a time-honored one at that- and he brought Kessel all the way into the boards too, as all that young Phil wanted to do was the same as when he scored all of his goals in the last two years; celebrate it with his teammates. But no - the Habs think they have a right to avoid their just desserts and thought they do unto their rivals what they would never accept them doing it unto their own guys, be it Kovy or Saku-Le-Fou! *lol*
(Sorry - couldn't resist!)
And so, the goal celebration -and game one win celebration, be it temporarily- were ruined by the unsportsmanlike behaviour of those execrable Habs... And what does their local play-by-play guy call, at that point? "And now Milan Lucic attacks Komisarek FROM BEHIND..."
WHAT THE...?!? How many games has this guy called, let alone seen, over the years...? Is it customary then, you so-called expert you, to see an NHLer celebrate his team's scoring the insurance goal by jumping an opponent from behind - for no reason at all?!? The fact was, all Lucic did was step in and defend his smaller teammate, a teammate who doesn't do any of that rough stuff usually, and he grabbed Komisarek and threw him off his teammate with conviction, as to say "you want to "dance" - do it with someone like ME!"
As it is, of course, Komisarek fears Lucic and loathes him with a passion for it: Lucic kicked his butt earlier in the season, showing him up big time then... The Komi was so badly beaten, he missed a considerable amount of playing time after the scuffle. Ever since, he's dreamed of some kind of chance for revenge - and he knew his teammates, tough guys Laraque and Stewart, would never get the job done either... So he tried to avenge himself, at first, by picking on Lucic's smaller goal-scoring linemate. When that didn't work, he tried his darn-best to mount the courage to go for a rematch - and with his team all but eliminated, he thought it was time to do just that in game four. A single punch to the jaw and Lucic had won the rematch as well. Finally, out of exasperation, The Komi made his last pathetic appearance of the season (and most probably as a hated Hab as well) when he high-sticked himself out of the game, the series and surely out of town as well, in the last few minutes of game four - he couldn't match Milan Lucic's brawn, so he used his stick instead! He got an automatic five minutes and ejection from the game, as Lucic was cut on the left cheek then - 'tis the only way The Komi could ever put a single scratch on Milan Lucic, I tell ya! PATHETIC.
But even more pathetic of all, was again the play-by-play description of it all! Aye, I confess, I'd stopped the music (much in my own disfavour - but at least, I'm doing it to myself, so it's okay then!) and "peeked" at the commentating that was being done by the so-called "impartial experts"... No underlining whatsoever of The Komi's pathetic attitude - instead they spoke of the refereeing...! Right...
I went right back to Beethoven, right there and then!
The Boston Bruins deserved to win LAST YEAR's series against these pathetic Habs - and they deserved to win both playoff encounters during the all-around sad Joe Thornton era (sad with unfulfilled expectations, quite inexplicably at that...! The San Jose crowd knows all about that now - eh? Bwah-ha-ha. Keep him, your Joe; we don't want him anymore!)
What's more, the Boston Bruins deserved to win more oftne than 22 times on Montreal's rink, all-time, during the playoffs... The winning streak they have going against the Habs currently (all but one game in the regular season and the four straight in the playoffs that amount to a sweeter-than-sweet sweep and nine straight wins overall) deserves to continue next season and the NEXT FEW SEASONS in fact! Verily, it should reach the 20-to-25 games plateau, I say; just to TRULY get the B's even! One has no idea the amounts of INJUSTICE ON ICE that the Boston Bruins have had to swallow down over the years against various opponents (Buffalo in 1993, New Jersey the following year and Florida the year after that, I do believe... If memory serves me right!) but none, NONE moreso than this hated rival: the Canadiens! A team with the most moronic fanbase of all: they actually boo their own when they lose to a far superior team like the 2009 Boston Bruins! And one year earlier, after stealing victory from these same Bruins, they were moronic enough to go on a rioting spree throughout their city, one that rose to the astronomical amount of in excess of 2 MILLION DOLLARS IN DAMAGES...! The Canadiens employees are saddened to see their team lose and make such an early (and so well-deserved) exit this April - but I am 100% sure that every other Montrealer with a business, city employees and insurance brokers alike too, are TRULY ELATED that they lost and had NARROW A MOMENT OF JOY for their stupid fans this year - giving the latter no cause to RIOT in the process, as absurd as it sounds!
But absurdism is found in every nook and cranny of the Montreal Bell Centre, I tell ya: starting with the spelling there (it remains english, no matter what; but they still feel they are complying with the silly LOI 101 and other restrictions by spelling both Canadians and Center with an "e" at a most strategic place: "centre" is French, but only if you pronounce it that way... But anyway...!)
More absurdism: the fans, in their incoherent chanting and booing; they cheer the rough stuff their Habs do on the ice, and boo the ensuing penalty it cost them! But then they will also boo when the B's are not penalized for doing much less than the Habs did - that's logical, eh. Thank God none of these people is actually refereeing the game; impartiality would rule the proceedings - not! It would fly out the window, rather!
Even the mascot is incoherent: Youppi was seen cheering when the Habs were called offside?!? Is he HIGH, underneath that orange fur?!? At least Blades The Bruin knows what's going on...!
And so do I...!
And in the light of this second sweep of the Canadiens by the Bruins in recent years -remember 1992! I sure do; and Shane Hnidy appears to me now as the second coming of... Jim Wiemer! But I am digresisng again-and so I can honestly say that we need to see more of this in order to be reminded that YES - there is still some JUSTICE in this sorry world of ours... sometimes!
The Bruins' coach was a true class act: he spoke of no malice, no revenge plan, no ill feelings towards the organization that kicked both him and one of his star players, Michael Ryder, out of town - by the way; thanks, CH, now both are serving the BOSTON cause very well! In fact, Julien hesitated to even use the word JUSTICE in both case, especially in Ryder's case... Of course I just did use the word, without any hesitation at all, but it is in the BOSTON BRUINS' case against the rivals they've had, especially the Habs - after all, Ryder and Julien are only two individuals implicated in the larger picture which is, itself, but a tiny reflection of the much larger picture that is the neverending (but soon to end anyway - by the Grace of God!) battle between GOOD and EVIL...! But I am digressing, aren't I? *lol*
The Bruins can target the Stanley Cup next: and no team, no organization deserves it more than they do. They've had seven magnificent twenty goal-scorers this year (eight, I say: after all, Zdeno Chara got 19 and scored his 20th on the very first playoff game he played - and it was the game-winner too!) but it is true that, under Don Cherry, the Bruins established the record "never-to-be-broken" as he always says: ELEVEN twenty-plus goal-scorers on the roster, in the late 1970s! And that team, though dominating too, was robbed of a championship. Still, the fanbase in Boston is so classy it stood and applauded the enemy camp, the CH, when it paraded with the Stanley Cup in the venerable Boston Garden (maybe not the same year though - gee, I hope not!)
This year, Marc Savard, Patrice Bergeron, Chuck Kobasew, Phil Kessel, Milan Lucic, Blake Wheeler, Zdeno Chara, Mark Recchi, Steve Montador, Tim Thomas, Michael Ryder, David Krejci, Chuck Kobasew, Shawn Thornton, Stephane Yelle, PJ Axelsson and the rest of this formidable line-up can aspire to accomplish what that other great Bruins team, somehow, wasn't fortunate enough to accomplish themselves.
Me, of course, I wanted to see it done back in 1993 - when Dave Poulin (not Krejci) was in town. The hired guns were Dave Christian and Brian Propp - not Recchi or Ryder. The pillars on defense were Ray Bourque and Don Sweeney, not Aaron Ward and Dennis Wideman. And the main man was Cam Neely - not... well, this 2009 edition of the B's is well-balanced and they rely on a total team effort to get it done (that is why it is so impossible to counter them too!)
At least, if the 2009 edition of the Boston Bruins does win it all, Cam Neely is still a part of the club - in some function... So are Bourque and Sweeney. They'll get to hoist the Cup - as Bruins - yet...!
Onwards - with the opposition likely being pesky Rangers, Penguins and... hmm... Ducks or Canucks, the rest of the way...!
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
Dubya's Last Dance
WHO CARES?
WHO GIVES A RAT'S ASS?
WHO GIVES A SHIT?!?
Nothing is going to "CHANGE"
just because there's a
"new administration"
behind the has-been
greatest power on the globe
leader of the "free" world
land of the used-to-be-brave...
Dubya's FINALLY GONE...
FINALLY...
So what?
The seeds of Armageddon were his to plow -
simply not to harvest...
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It's that time of the year again - time to uncork the champagne, get the cork right in the eye, grimace in pain and jerk around, hitting in the face anyone foolish enough to be standing way too close to danger like that...! Then you'll most likely have the sheer survivalistic instinct to seek help - without seeing where you're going at all! Tripping and breaking some bones, for good measure, will wrap up the miserable year IN STYLE - I'm sure...
Hence, it is THAT time, again...
Plus, it is also the time to do some kind of YEAR-END REVIEW - in the spirit of "let's see where we're at now" I guess; I hope, really... That might help bettering things, just a bit - or it might be altogether pointless anyway! Either way, it surely is time far close to being well wasted than you're simply lying around watching the insipid Comedy Network - methinks...!
But that is another story...
Go on - shoo!
Get on with the year-end party; the mega-RÉVEILLON (google a French translator, willya?) and be done with it already!
(Ok - the thing is to make it last AT LEAST until the countdown to 2009 - four hours to go, at press...er, typing... er, blogging time here...!)
And as far as the actual REVIEWING goes - check out my RAMBLINGS IN WRIT on the subject...
My LUGUBRIOUS BLOG ("scheduled" -by both Google and me- to be published at exactly 11:59pm tonight! December 31st, 2008 - in case you're not sure! Hey - you may be reading this in 2011, 2012 or 2013... no? I wouldn't bet on anything beyond that, at this time...! But that is another story too!)
AND... check this site out as well!
I check out that yearbyyear site MANY times throughout the year, actually - for, you see, "I want INFORMATION"...!
And so should you - number 2!
;)
Hence, it is THAT time, again...
Plus, it is also the time to do some kind of YEAR-END REVIEW - in the spirit of "let's see where we're at now" I guess; I hope, really... That might help bettering things, just a bit - or it might be altogether pointless anyway! Either way, it surely is time far close to being well wasted than you're simply lying around watching the insipid Comedy Network - methinks...!
But that is another story...
Go on - shoo!
Get on with the year-end party; the mega-RÉVEILLON (google a French translator, willya?) and be done with it already!
(Ok - the thing is to make it last AT LEAST until the countdown to 2009 - four hours to go, at press...er, typing... er, blogging time here...!)
And as far as the actual REVIEWING goes - check out my RAMBLINGS IN WRIT on the subject...
My LUGUBRIOUS BLOG ("scheduled" -by both Google and me- to be published at exactly 11:59pm tonight! December 31st, 2008 - in case you're not sure! Hey - you may be reading this in 2011, 2012 or 2013... no? I wouldn't bet on anything beyond that, at this time...! But that is another story too!)
AND... check this site out as well!
I check out that yearbyyear site MANY times throughout the year, actually - for, you see, "I want INFORMATION"...!
And so should you - number 2!
;)
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Friday, October 31, 2008
Wanna see scary stuff, this Halloween? Here it is... HA!
HA! You're a deluded fool!
THIS is your idea of SCARY
and jaw-dropping sights... RIGHT?
(And I will spare you, just as I did before, the wording
of just how lukewarm I was about that whole mini-craze
surrounding the release of the IRON MAN movie...!
surrounding the release of the IRON MAN movie...!
Just the fact that he symbolizes "scary" here
SPEAKS VOLUMES, I think!)
The fact is, there is MUCH SCARIER out there
not only in the "real world"
but I do mean the REAL UNSEEN WORLD...
Sometimes, though,
ASTRONOMY catches a glimpse of that...
Impressive SPECTRE(s) in the Eastern Veil, eh?
This pic was first seen on this network
on the laconic blog's very last
luminous sidebar widget!
A blog which you can find on the list
right here
For more veil pics - go here.
on the laconic blog's very last
luminous sidebar widget!
A blog which you can find on the list
right here
For more veil pics - go here.
MOST
OF US
though
WILL ONLY GET TO SEE
THIS TYPE OF
FURRY MONSTER
IN OUR LIFETIME...
I've got my own little monster -
as evidenced right here:
The name's Quio, not Yoda, but still I'll ask...
Anybody interested in adopting it?
Let me know!
Anybody interested in adopting it?
Let me know!
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Friday, June 20, 2008
When A Judge Threatens Parental Authority...
Unbelievably enough, one of our "venerable"and "honorable" courts of so-called "justice" just overturned a father's grounding of his wayward 12-year-old daughter!
With such protection, kids today can safely get completely out of control with the comforting knowledge that they will be protected by the "Long Arm of the Law" - HA! What kind of law it is, that, NOBODY KNOWS! The clueless judge who delivered such a sentence should be tarred and feathered - along with that OTHER judge who decided that a child less than 6 years of age "could not have been too severely traumatized" by the serial RAPE she had suffered at the hands of her very own sicko FATHER! (And, as if to add fuel to the fire here, THAT judge was a WOMAN! How could a woman pass such judgment?!? The easy answer: she had the hots for the defendant and "justice" like that is BLINDER THAN LOVE AND LUST COMBINED! Everybody knows THAT... But I am digressing once again here... This is, after all, the lukewarm blog - not the lambasting one! I cannot get "too involved" - have to, rather, stay on-topic, man! Let's move on...)
I swear, if such a thing happened to me, I'd spank my brat right in front of the so-called judge! See what its next inbred "judgment" would be, THEN...!
These sort of things make me only reaffirm all the more my trust in only ONE Judge - the Almighty One!
AMEN!
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With such protection, kids today can safely get completely out of control with the comforting knowledge that they will be protected by the "Long Arm of the Law" - HA! What kind of law it is, that, NOBODY KNOWS! The clueless judge who delivered such a sentence should be tarred and feathered - along with that OTHER judge who decided that a child less than 6 years of age "could not have been too severely traumatized" by the serial RAPE she had suffered at the hands of her very own sicko FATHER! (And, as if to add fuel to the fire here, THAT judge was a WOMAN! How could a woman pass such judgment?!? The easy answer: she had the hots for the defendant and "justice" like that is BLINDER THAN LOVE AND LUST COMBINED! Everybody knows THAT... But I am digressing once again here... This is, after all, the lukewarm blog - not the lambasting one! I cannot get "too involved" - have to, rather, stay on-topic, man! Let's move on...)
I swear, if such a thing happened to me, I'd spank my brat right in front of the so-called judge! See what its next inbred "judgment" would be, THEN...!
These sort of things make me only reaffirm all the more my trust in only ONE Judge - the Almighty One!
AMEN!
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Labels: craziness again, luminous pundit me
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