So, I'm up to my elbows in almond buttercream frosting while watching an incredibly exciting Wild team play the Coyotes - which exlplains why my elbows are covered in almond buttercream. What a rollercoaster of a game filled with mostly great efforts by guys who so desperately needed to be great. I'll let Russo gush over the team, although I'm not sure that's such a good idea considering their track record after particularly good wins. I'm not saying this wasn't a good game - it was. After all, I do have frosting in my hair after waving the pastry bag about on several occasions, especially after Zanon's ironman shift late in the game. **Anybody else note that Greg's now wearing an A on his sweater?** The game was, by this season's standards, outstanding. This was a moral win even more so than the two points garnered for the standings. Sometimes that's way more important than recognizing some very glaring issues...
Way too many turnovers - in front of our net! (Barker)
Bad Line Changes - (Barker)
Backstrom Shaky Early On - Totally owned on the Pyatt goal
2nd Period Issues Continue - Backstrom faced 10 continual shots when the Wild spent a huge chunk of the period in their own zone.
Because I so LOATHE the FSN team of Dumber and Dumberest I've learned to mute the t.v. and just turn on WCCO 830 AM radio. Granted there's a 3 second delay from the action on the t.v. to hearing the play by play calls on the radio, but I've adjusted to that. I'd like to start a petition to have Tom Reid and Bob Kurtz be the game commentators for FSN. At least these guys tell it like it is when the Wild do really stupid things. Like that idiotic line change Barker did, leaving Backstrom totally vulnerable, facing a one-on-one situation, which we all know is the death sentence for Nik. The morons at FSN can't tell the difference between offsides and a penalty whistle, let alone who's actually on the ice.
Note to Matt Cullen - rest your groins, buddy - we need you back to your speedy self soon!
Note to self - Zanon, definitely Zanon...
And now, back to getting frosting on the Fairy Drops, not all over me...
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Vids & Pics To Bring You Cheer
I'm busy channeling Rachael Ray, prepping for Saturday, but still wanted to post some videos and pictures I've been promising for awhile now.
Something Wild for Bobbi -
Showing our diversity - Flyer's Fans Welcome:
Section 225 Representin'!
For Rich - Spoon!
Animaniacs and Bond Movies - It's tradition in my kitchen this time of year:
Sean or Roger: which is your favorite for THE all time Bond? Daniel Craig is the future of Bond - YUMMY!
And lastly- for the person who keeps pestering me about this (and you know who you are):
Herradura, either Reposado or Anejo if you insist. I believe you'll find it at MGM for a very good price this week. The Selección Suprema would require an armored guard so don't even go there ;)
Something Wild for Bobbi -
Showing our diversity - Flyer's Fans Welcome:
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| Jon's a Wild STH, right behind Vicki & me, but he's a Flyer's fan at heart. |
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| The Plagge family representing the Flyers...Dave will pay for that, later - oh yes - he will ;) For Vicki - She'd never ask for it but I know she'll just melt - |
Section 225 Representin'!
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| Jon and A Gorgeous Young Lady...his daughter :) |
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| Hockey Mom Daggett with Josh & Ryan At A Game. Alex Dagget in action with her team!  |
Animaniacs and Bond Movies - It's tradition in my kitchen this time of year:
Sean or Roger: which is your favorite for THE all time Bond? Daniel Craig is the future of Bond - YUMMY!
And lastly- for the person who keeps pestering me about this (and you know who you are):
Herradura, either Reposado or Anejo if you insist. I believe you'll find it at MGM for a very good price this week. The Selección Suprema would require an armored guard so don't even go there ;)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Ah, Youth...No I In Team...Holiday Smells
Where the hell you been, girlfriend?
I know...slacking here on the bloggy a bit lately. It's not that I haven't wanted to write, rant and curse - cuz I have. I gots tons-o-stuff just bubblin' up and ready to spill out onto a white, pristine new blog post. Life's just been gettin' in the way these days. And I've come to realize that being out in it (life, that is) is infinitely better than parking my wide load in front of a computer screen all the time.
Youth Hockey
OMFG, I'd let myself forget how much fun it is to watch youth hockey games. Especially now that there's legitimate chicks with sticks programs. Although, I'm a huge fan of letting the talented girls play on the boys' teams but I won't get all political on your ass here. I've been pestering Coach Daggett to let me attend his kids' games. I just wanted to practice with my camera and evaluate the need for the tele-photo lens of my dreams.
What I got was an instant transformation back to my youth and a huge smile in my heart. Yeah, the arenas are cold - you need a blanket to keep your bum from going numb. Yeah, there's little kids running around all over the place cuz there's NOTHIN-TO-DO while waiting for big brothers or sisters to finish their games out on the ice. Hockey moms and dads, huddled in tight sections, clearly separated by the blue line - indicating territory between conference or division foes. And the cheers - lots of heart felt cheers. There are Oooooohs!! for that so-close-how-could-that-puck-not-have-gone-in move. And the Whistles, Cheers and Howls when the puck does go in lets you know these kids don't have one set of parents, they have dozens. Each kid coming out of the locker room to join family members on the bleachers is greeted by the 'tribe' and commended on his/her great play with mentions of a particularly good shift or move with the puck. And summarily, each kid greets his team mates much the same way, with a recap of their favorite play of the game.
What a difference from the lack of heart and soul down at the Xcel
Hockey Dad (Fletcher) said he's counting to three and if everyone's not behaving there will be Hell To Pay. He really showed this team, his coach and the paying fans he meant business when he told the team to "start winning or else."
The team promptly lost the next two games. The players disappeared for 21 minutes in a game where the coach gave praise to the Hockey Gods about the 39 minutes of effort he did see. Mikko, pouting and petulant, whined some more (this time to the St. Paul Pioneer Press) "When things are going well, everybody's your friend," he noted, not smiling. "When things are not going the way you want, people turn their backs on you. But whatever happens, it's up to us in this room, and that's all we can do."
Mikko needs to be grounded to the press box and the C taken off his sweater. Captains don't act like babies when they're not being adored by fans who know the difference between solid hockey effort and the crap the Wild have putting out there on the ice. Perhaps big brother Saku could give him some advice on how to behave like an adult first and secondly as an adult NHL player. Maybe Saku could remind his little bro that it's not smart to antagonize the hands that will be feeding you, starting next season, $5.4 million with bonuses of $1.89 million paid every other year and a double installment to raise the figure to $9.18 million in the final season. I wonder if Saku would be able to translate this into Finnish so that Mikko will understand completely when I say: There's no I in TEAM, but there are three U's in SHUT THE FUCK UP!
It's Beginning To Smell A Lot Like Peace On Earth
With only four days left until the big event, my kitchen is in full production mode and the house smells like almond. My clothes smell like almond, my hair smells like almond and I swear to God - Buster smells like almond. You people and your addiction to Fairy Drops - it's almost like a Meth thing, huh? At least there's no potential for my house to blow up during the 'cooking' process. At worst, all you 'FairyHeads' will suffer a mild sugar-induced coma from consuming them by the dozens. I guess there are more tragic things in life, huh?
That's enough for now - the timer is about to go off and another batch of cookies is due to come out of the oven. Then it's off to the store to pick up the last of the food stuffs for Saturday's Soiree. It will be good to get some fresh air - that doesn't smell like almond...
Speaking of Sugar Plum Fairies
I know...slacking here on the bloggy a bit lately. It's not that I haven't wanted to write, rant and curse - cuz I have. I gots tons-o-stuff just bubblin' up and ready to spill out onto a white, pristine new blog post. Life's just been gettin' in the way these days. And I've come to realize that being out in it (life, that is) is infinitely better than parking my wide load in front of a computer screen all the time.
Youth Hockey
OMFG, I'd let myself forget how much fun it is to watch youth hockey games. Especially now that there's legitimate chicks with sticks programs. Although, I'm a huge fan of letting the talented girls play on the boys' teams but I won't get all political on your ass here. I've been pestering Coach Daggett to let me attend his kids' games. I just wanted to practice with my camera and evaluate the need for the tele-photo lens of my dreams.
What I got was an instant transformation back to my youth and a huge smile in my heart. Yeah, the arenas are cold - you need a blanket to keep your bum from going numb. Yeah, there's little kids running around all over the place cuz there's NOTHIN-TO-DO while waiting for big brothers or sisters to finish their games out on the ice. Hockey moms and dads, huddled in tight sections, clearly separated by the blue line - indicating territory between conference or division foes. And the cheers - lots of heart felt cheers. There are Oooooohs!! for that so-close-how-could-that-puck-not-have-gone-in move. And the Whistles, Cheers and Howls when the puck does go in lets you know these kids don't have one set of parents, they have dozens. Each kid coming out of the locker room to join family members on the bleachers is greeted by the 'tribe' and commended on his/her great play with mentions of a particularly good shift or move with the puck. And summarily, each kid greets his team mates much the same way, with a recap of their favorite play of the game.
What a difference from the lack of heart and soul down at the Xcel
Hockey Dad (Fletcher) said he's counting to three and if everyone's not behaving there will be Hell To Pay. He really showed this team, his coach and the paying fans he meant business when he told the team to "start winning or else."
The team promptly lost the next two games. The players disappeared for 21 minutes in a game where the coach gave praise to the Hockey Gods about the 39 minutes of effort he did see. Mikko, pouting and petulant, whined some more (this time to the St. Paul Pioneer Press) "When things are going well, everybody's your friend," he noted, not smiling. "When things are not going the way you want, people turn their backs on you. But whatever happens, it's up to us in this room, and that's all we can do."
Mikko needs to be grounded to the press box and the C taken off his sweater. Captains don't act like babies when they're not being adored by fans who know the difference between solid hockey effort and the crap the Wild have putting out there on the ice. Perhaps big brother Saku could give him some advice on how to behave like an adult first and secondly as an adult NHL player. Maybe Saku could remind his little bro that it's not smart to antagonize the hands that will be feeding you, starting next season, $5.4 million with bonuses of $1.89 million paid every other year and a double installment to raise the figure to $9.18 million in the final season. I wonder if Saku would be able to translate this into Finnish so that Mikko will understand completely when I say: There's no I in TEAM, but there are three U's in SHUT THE FUCK UP!
It's Beginning To Smell A Lot Like Peace On Earth
With only four days left until the big event, my kitchen is in full production mode and the house smells like almond. My clothes smell like almond, my hair smells like almond and I swear to God - Buster smells like almond. You people and your addiction to Fairy Drops - it's almost like a Meth thing, huh? At least there's no potential for my house to blow up during the 'cooking' process. At worst, all you 'FairyHeads' will suffer a mild sugar-induced coma from consuming them by the dozens. I guess there are more tragic things in life, huh?
That's enough for now - the timer is about to go off and another batch of cookies is due to come out of the oven. Then it's off to the store to pick up the last of the food stuffs for Saturday's Soiree. It will be good to get some fresh air - that doesn't smell like almond...
Speaking of Sugar Plum Fairies
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