last saturday night during the canucks at phoenix game i realized just how much i miss mike ricci’s hair. he still rocks though and i love that he is playing in phoenix. i can’t explain why he is one of my favourite players any more clearly than i could explain why even though i hate it i sing along with the ‘don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me’ song. anyway it looks like jovo might be taking over for the NHL in the bad hair department – it is starting to look pretty ‘hockey’.
i decided i like cujo’s mask a lot and then i changed my mind and decided i didn’t like it. turco’s mask is and will forever be my favourite. sorry clouts, sorry auld. i still love you, SORT OF – you are both in the dog house right now.
i spent the majority of saturday nights game ranting about how our inconsistent goaltending is having disastrous effects on our team and that the canucks really have to hit the ice every single game with it in their head that even if the opposing goalie is inconsistent as well that they still have to play as if they are up against a kiprusoff a turco a brodeur.
i get so mad, the defence has to bloody well STEP UP. with three strong lines, they are going after our forwards like hell on skates. defenseman, that is your queue to sneak the puck away and SCORE. [phoenix was due they hadn’t beaten us yet this season][i don’t really mean that]
but still phoenix ONLY won because keith richards and alice cooper who i’m sure was just about to ask greztkey to go play a round of golf in the morning were there. nothing excuses the first period of that game. it was embarrassing to watch.
the embarrassment did not end there.
when i sat down to watch the canucks at coloardo sunday night i was scared but hopeful. i hate it when we play back to back.
i gave a slight chuckle while thinking of a new friend at the 5-0 loss suffered by columbus against colorado on the friday night – which i quickly came to regret.
two goals scored on auld in the first two minutes and four scored within seventeen minutes. there is no way other people in my building did not hear a couple of FUCKs bounce off the hallway walls.
in the second period when morrison decided to score his FIRST goal of november [what’s up with that?] there shone a glimmer of hope – again dashed – we lost 6 fucking 2.
[i have anxiety about tonight’s game against colorado]
