I hate the Colorado Avalanche.
Okay there, I said it...I still don't feel better. I was so happy in round 1 of the playoff when they took out Minnesota Wild to move on. Then they met the Detroit Red Wings. In all my years as a fan of, and player of hockey there has never been a team I disliked as much as the Red Wings. Well okay, the Dallas Stars come in a pretty close second, but the Red Wings?
Have you ever watched the show Fear Factor? I always found that show amusing when they got the the second "stunt" of the show. Without fail it always involved some kind of eating of things sane people would not eat. You know, 2 year old cow bladders stuffed with a light breading made up of mashed stink beetles and mold, and nice shot glass of cow bile to wash it down. This was not so much a "stunt" as it was a test of gag reflex. Anyways...I would rather do something like this than ever say I enjoyed watching the Red Wings.
Yeah so, Red Wings took my Avalanche out back and bitch slapped them so hard they will be lucky to even make it to the start of next season. Took my boys out in 4 games. The thing about this that makes me the most upset is the way the Avs played. I was trying like mad at the start of game 3 to see faces to make sure the Avs even showed up to play. Did it help that Forsberg was injured (as if that is anything new) and Ryan Smith went out as well? Not so much. If the Avalanche had played the series like they played game 1, things might have been different.
Who in their right mind would continue, after game 2, to play Theodore? The Red Wings had his number and they were calling it all night, every night. The start of game 3 should have seen Budaj in the net. I have never been a fan of Theodore, even after he started stepping his game up this last season.
Can we just get Aebischer back? I really liked this kid and wish Quinvillle would have giving him more of a chance. Since that isnt going to happen, then get Budaj back in the net and let Theodore think about his "outstanding" display in round 2 this year. Oh yeah, and to the rest of the Avalanche here are some pointers you should take into next season to work on:
1) Don't let the other team beat you to the puck EVERY time.
2) Don't let people just stand around the front of the net wide open.
3) Skate 120% every time you touch the ice.
4) Shoot on net more
5) Skate 120% every time you touch the ice
and finally did I mention you need to SKATE LIKE YOU WANT TO ACTUALLY WIN!!!! ?
Okay, rant off.
The good thing is that we still have the Penguins and Flyers. I have always liked these two teams so it is a good match up to watch. Either way I am happy with who wins here. Even more so because the other match up is the Stars and Red Wings. So my two least favorite teams will produce a LOSS for one of them. That is always a good thing. That, and one of the teams I like will meet one I hate in the finals.
GO PENGUINS
GO FLYERS
GO AVALANCHE (back to practice and learn how to play in a playoff series)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I am way to smart for this place!
I know it has been said that one should never blog about ones work. Well, I am not one who has been very good at following the rules of what to and not to do. So here is my work post.
I work for a large grocery store chain in their IT department. The story does not require I give out names, locations, positions (other than my supervisor) and anything else about the workplace. Just roll with it.
My shift is 3 on, 4 off, then 4 on and 3 off. I work 12 hour days so when there is nothing going on the time just drags by. Well, we have this supervisor who works the same shift as we do that (for lack of a better phrase) is completely clueless. I say this not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal sense. He really has no clue that the things he says and does are just rediculous. Example:
Our work day starts at 7am. When we are on our 4 day work week that means we work Saturday and Sunday morning. AT 7 AM START TIME! So, every other weekend we are here working like good little monkeys. This supervisor, EVERY weekend we work comes strolling in anywhere from 9:30 to noonish, if he even shows up at all. When confronted by us about why he cant be on time like the rest of us his response has been the following:
"You see, the hours I work are like a bank. Sometimes I make a deposit of more than 40 hours, and sometimes I withdraw hours and only work 35 hours." (note on this - nobody here has ever been witness to this guy ever, I repeat EVER working 40 hours in a week, let alone MORE than that. So according to his logic he owed the bank a huge loan payment)
A week or so ago I am sitting here at work with nothing to do. This isnt that unusual for my position. So anyways...My coworker and I are just sitting here talking when in walks said supervisor, 3 hours late for work, and the first thing he does is stands by his desk, pulls out an apple and says "You guys know that I am just way to smart to be working here? I am just way to smart for this place." We look at each other like "what the fuck?" and turn back to say something to him and freeze.
This is the part that is so ironic. The guy who just walked in late for work proclaiming his superior intellect is sitting at his desk attempting to slice his whole apple with.............a plastic spoon.
Yes, it is official........I work with idiots. The only thing that I can say to this spectical is:
I work for a large grocery store chain in their IT department. The story does not require I give out names, locations, positions (other than my supervisor) and anything else about the workplace. Just roll with it.
My shift is 3 on, 4 off, then 4 on and 3 off. I work 12 hour days so when there is nothing going on the time just drags by. Well, we have this supervisor who works the same shift as we do that (for lack of a better phrase) is completely clueless. I say this not in the metaphorical sense, but in the literal sense. He really has no clue that the things he says and does are just rediculous. Example:
Our work day starts at 7am. When we are on our 4 day work week that means we work Saturday and Sunday morning. AT 7 AM START TIME! So, every other weekend we are here working like good little monkeys. This supervisor, EVERY weekend we work comes strolling in anywhere from 9:30 to noonish, if he even shows up at all. When confronted by us about why he cant be on time like the rest of us his response has been the following:
"You see, the hours I work are like a bank. Sometimes I make a deposit of more than 40 hours, and sometimes I withdraw hours and only work 35 hours." (note on this - nobody here has ever been witness to this guy ever, I repeat EVER working 40 hours in a week, let alone MORE than that. So according to his logic he owed the bank a huge loan payment)
A week or so ago I am sitting here at work with nothing to do. This isnt that unusual for my position. So anyways...My coworker and I are just sitting here talking when in walks said supervisor, 3 hours late for work, and the first thing he does is stands by his desk, pulls out an apple and says "You guys know that I am just way to smart to be working here? I am just way to smart for this place." We look at each other like "what the fuck?" and turn back to say something to him and freeze.
This is the part that is so ironic. The guy who just walked in late for work proclaiming his superior intellect is sitting at his desk attempting to slice his whole apple with.............a plastic spoon.
Yes, it is official........I work with idiots. The only thing that I can say to this spectical is:
Friday, April 25, 2008
I vote today as Black Metal Friday - with videos
"The Sacrilegious Scorn" - Dimmu Borgir
"Empty" - Emperor
"Carving A Giant" - Gorgoroth
"Lost to Apathy" - Dark Tranquility
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The bell rings in 1 hour, Round 2 starts
One hour from now my Colorado Avalanche will face off against the Detroit Red Wings in roud 2 of the Stanley Cup playoffs.
DOWN WITH THE REDWINGS!!!!!!!!!!
The laptop will be coming out at work, and I am going to find a way to watch it. I was lucky enough to only miss one game for the first round against the Wild. Now that was a great series. This series is, in all honesty, going to be a hard one for the Avs. As much as I hate them, the Wings have a great team.
GO AVALANCHE
DOWN WITH THE REDWINGS!!!!!!!!!!
The laptop will be coming out at work, and I am going to find a way to watch it. I was lucky enough to only miss one game for the first round against the Wild. Now that was a great series. This series is, in all honesty, going to be a hard one for the Avs. As much as I hate them, the Wings have a great team.
GO AVALANCHE
Friday, April 18, 2008
The New Testament
Is this the post where I announce my finding of God? Have I suddenly "got the religion"? Did I stop drinking coffee and coke, and walk around in Jesus jamms?
Not so much.
The New Testament is just that, the new release from the band Testament. The Bay area band just held a listening party for their new upcoming release "The Formation of Damnation" at Fantasy Studio in Berkeley, CA. This release was produced by Andy Sneap who has worked with such bands as Nevermore, Arch Enemy and Machine Head. The release date has been posted as April 29 and it will be on Nuclear Blast Records.
Testament has also been confirmed as a support act with Heaven and Hell, Judas Priest and Motorhead on the Canadian section of the tour.
Testament has put the release up for streaming on the bands MySpace page.
The artwork for the cover can be found here:
Enjoy!
Not so much.
The New Testament is just that, the new release from the band Testament. The Bay area band just held a listening party for their new upcoming release "The Formation of Damnation" at Fantasy Studio in Berkeley, CA. This release was produced by Andy Sneap who has worked with such bands as Nevermore, Arch Enemy and Machine Head. The release date has been posted as April 29 and it will be on Nuclear Blast Records.
Testament has also been confirmed as a support act with Heaven and Hell, Judas Priest and Motorhead on the Canadian section of the tour.
Testament has put the release up for streaming on the bands MySpace page.
The artwork for the cover can be found here:
Enjoy!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
It is almost time for us to "Praise To The War Machine"
Warrel is the featured artist for April 11th to the 18th for his new solo release "Praise to the War Machine". For those that do not know, Warrel is the lead singer for my favorite metal band - NEVERMORE!
I have been waiting to hear this since I first heard about it a year ago. After the first listen I have decided that I am going to get this the day it is release (May 13th here in the US and April 28th in Europe). I have been a fan of Warrel's since the release of Refuge Denied by Sanctuary (his first band). I was lucky enough to see Sanctuary twice before they split. I have also been able to catch Nevermore 3 times now, and definately want to see them again. They put on an amazing show. Of the 3 times I have seen them, the show at Studio 7 in Seattle for the release party of the cd "This Godless Endever" was my favorite. Not only did they sound amazing, they had a great time with the audience as well.
Here is a picture of the cover of "Praise to the War Machine"
I have to admit, I was a little hesitant to hear his cover of "Lucritia: My Reflection". The Sisters of Mercy have been my favorite since the mid 80's. I was hooked after my first listen to Warrel cover this song. Amazing!
Listen to the release, then support this artist by buying the CD when it is released.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Vegas Vacation - non Chevy Chase style
I made it back from Las Vegas in one piece. This alone is a huge accomplishment and should make up for the lack of postings. Like the old saying goes..."I need a vacation after my vacation." I am worn out after that trip. If life did not require me to get out of bed this week I wouldn't.
One week ago today I was sitting in the car on my way to Las Vegas. We ended up getting out of Boise a little later than we planned. Originally we were not going to get out of here until after 3:00PM but managed to hit the road at 2:00PM. I picked up the other 3 guys that were riding with me and we hit the road. We had to drop off one of the cars for one of the wives to drive home, then we stopped for gas. I knew things were going to get going when I noticed one of the guys up at the counter with an 18 pack. Party on!
Without going into minute by minute details of the road trip - let's fast forward 9 and 1/2 hours later as we arrive in Las Vegas. After a few wrong turns and a couple of phone calls we find the house. Everyone except the trip organizer is out at the strip. I am just wiped from the trip and the "party" that was my car on the way down. I decide I am going to crash while the drunken trio I arrived with decide to go hit the strip. They leave, I crawl into a roll out bed by the laundry room. There are several people that are going to be leaving the next morning so we will sort out rooms then.
I call my wife and end up talking to her for a bit. I am just hanging up with her when two other people arrive from the airport. I get up, get dressed into my swim trunks, and go hit the hottub with them. Turns out their flight out of Boise was delayed by 3 hours and they still have no idea why. A nice soak, a couple beers and its back in bed at 3:30AM.
I get woken up at 6:30AM by the return of the party posse. I get up, and get to watch the 3 of them beat the hell out of each other. Bear hugs, body slams on the tile floor, head slams into the walls (broke a socket cover or two I think), and forehead smacking. Two of the 3 are covered in red hand prints and one has the beginnings of a black eye. Nothing says good times like getting the shit kicked out of you! Here is a breakdown of the party posse and their drink consumption:
18 Pack Beer
18 Pack Beer
Big bottle of Jagermeister
Bottle of Crown Royal
That is just what they drank on the way down there and once we hit the house. I have no idea what they drank while out at the casino.
After some breakfast they posse crashes out. The rest of us spend a nice relaxing day out in the pool and the hottub until game time. Our first game was at 6:00pm and we dominated. Final score was 9 to 3. I started the weekend off on an up swing getting 2 goals and 3 assists in the first game. Everyone is pretty tired after the game so we just head to the house and hit the tub again. I think I crawled into bed at 2 or 3 am.
Next day was a lot of the same. Hang out at the pool (it was almost 80 degrees outside) until game time. Out game was at 3:15pm so plenty of time after to do something. Did I mention after the first game that the girlfriends of the team we played started calling us "sandbaggers" as we left? Yeah, us sandbagging. Okay I might have believed it until our next game started. Total destruction was brought upon us by the other team. Going into the 3rd period we were down 7 to 0. We did manage to end up with a final of 7 to 4 loss, and we felt really good about that. I did manage to get 2 goals and 2 assists in this game.
Friday night was BBQ night. $245 was spent at the store just on stuff for diner. We had steak, baked potatos, broccili with cheese sauce, shrimp, wine, the works. I was beyond stuffed. Then it was hottub time. Our game on Saturday was set for 10:30am so I wanted to get some sleep before.
Saturday's game went about as well as the Friday game. We got schooled. Kind of takes that whole "sandbagger" idea and tosses it right out the window. I wonder what those women were saying about the other teams that slaughtered them? It didnt help that our goalie hurt his back the night before and couldnt move. He ended up not being able to play at all. We had to take one of the guys on our team and make him play goalie. He was the only one there who had ever played goalie before. His experience consisted of a few games as a goalie about 6 years ago. That didnt work out so well for us. Okay, so the tournament is done for us...what now?
Yup, hottub, pool, drinking and just relaxing. Oh yeah, the posse did manage to go out every night we were there, and get completely smashed. I have no idea how any of them were able to skate after the nights they had. Every morning after they went out, the entire first floor of the house was covered in those little porn cards they hand out on the strip. You know the ones...the ones that show really hot woman on them that says they will come to you for $65 no obligations? That is until you realize the girl on the card is actually a porn star and there is no chance in hell you will see that girl show up. I guess if they put a picture of the girl that actually shows up on the card - you would be way less likely to call.
The trip back took about 9 1/2 hours as well, but was a lot less "party" oriented. I think the 3 of them are doing a 12 step rehab program right now. I didnt go crazy while I was there, but I sure as hell didnt get much sleep. Average per night was about 3 to 4 hours. I have yet to catch up on that. It was a great time. The house was amazing. The tournament, while short for us, was really fun. It was great to play against teams I have never seen before. I am so doing this again next year - only this time I am taking Jayna with me.
Pictures will be posted soon. I actually took a couple the first night we got there, then completely forgot to take any more. I know I know, I will do better next time.
One week ago today I was sitting in the car on my way to Las Vegas. We ended up getting out of Boise a little later than we planned. Originally we were not going to get out of here until after 3:00PM but managed to hit the road at 2:00PM. I picked up the other 3 guys that were riding with me and we hit the road. We had to drop off one of the cars for one of the wives to drive home, then we stopped for gas. I knew things were going to get going when I noticed one of the guys up at the counter with an 18 pack. Party on!
Without going into minute by minute details of the road trip - let's fast forward 9 and 1/2 hours later as we arrive in Las Vegas. After a few wrong turns and a couple of phone calls we find the house. Everyone except the trip organizer is out at the strip. I am just wiped from the trip and the "party" that was my car on the way down. I decide I am going to crash while the drunken trio I arrived with decide to go hit the strip. They leave, I crawl into a roll out bed by the laundry room. There are several people that are going to be leaving the next morning so we will sort out rooms then.
I call my wife and end up talking to her for a bit. I am just hanging up with her when two other people arrive from the airport. I get up, get dressed into my swim trunks, and go hit the hottub with them. Turns out their flight out of Boise was delayed by 3 hours and they still have no idea why. A nice soak, a couple beers and its back in bed at 3:30AM.
I get woken up at 6:30AM by the return of the party posse. I get up, and get to watch the 3 of them beat the hell out of each other. Bear hugs, body slams on the tile floor, head slams into the walls (broke a socket cover or two I think), and forehead smacking. Two of the 3 are covered in red hand prints and one has the beginnings of a black eye. Nothing says good times like getting the shit kicked out of you! Here is a breakdown of the party posse and their drink consumption:
18 Pack Beer
18 Pack Beer
Big bottle of Jagermeister
Bottle of Crown Royal
That is just what they drank on the way down there and once we hit the house. I have no idea what they drank while out at the casino.
After some breakfast they posse crashes out. The rest of us spend a nice relaxing day out in the pool and the hottub until game time. Our first game was at 6:00pm and we dominated. Final score was 9 to 3. I started the weekend off on an up swing getting 2 goals and 3 assists in the first game. Everyone is pretty tired after the game so we just head to the house and hit the tub again. I think I crawled into bed at 2 or 3 am.
Next day was a lot of the same. Hang out at the pool (it was almost 80 degrees outside) until game time. Out game was at 3:15pm so plenty of time after to do something. Did I mention after the first game that the girlfriends of the team we played started calling us "sandbaggers" as we left? Yeah, us sandbagging. Okay I might have believed it until our next game started. Total destruction was brought upon us by the other team. Going into the 3rd period we were down 7 to 0. We did manage to end up with a final of 7 to 4 loss, and we felt really good about that. I did manage to get 2 goals and 2 assists in this game.
Friday night was BBQ night. $245 was spent at the store just on stuff for diner. We had steak, baked potatos, broccili with cheese sauce, shrimp, wine, the works. I was beyond stuffed. Then it was hottub time. Our game on Saturday was set for 10:30am so I wanted to get some sleep before.
Saturday's game went about as well as the Friday game. We got schooled. Kind of takes that whole "sandbagger" idea and tosses it right out the window. I wonder what those women were saying about the other teams that slaughtered them? It didnt help that our goalie hurt his back the night before and couldnt move. He ended up not being able to play at all. We had to take one of the guys on our team and make him play goalie. He was the only one there who had ever played goalie before. His experience consisted of a few games as a goalie about 6 years ago. That didnt work out so well for us. Okay, so the tournament is done for us...what now?
Yup, hottub, pool, drinking and just relaxing. Oh yeah, the posse did manage to go out every night we were there, and get completely smashed. I have no idea how any of them were able to skate after the nights they had. Every morning after they went out, the entire first floor of the house was covered in those little porn cards they hand out on the strip. You know the ones...the ones that show really hot woman on them that says they will come to you for $65 no obligations? That is until you realize the girl on the card is actually a porn star and there is no chance in hell you will see that girl show up. I guess if they put a picture of the girl that actually shows up on the card - you would be way less likely to call.
The trip back took about 9 1/2 hours as well, but was a lot less "party" oriented. I think the 3 of them are doing a 12 step rehab program right now. I didnt go crazy while I was there, but I sure as hell didnt get much sleep. Average per night was about 3 to 4 hours. I have yet to catch up on that. It was a great time. The house was amazing. The tournament, while short for us, was really fun. It was great to play against teams I have never seen before. I am so doing this again next year - only this time I am taking Jayna with me.
Pictures will be posted soon. I actually took a couple the first night we got there, then completely forgot to take any more. I know I know, I will do better next time.
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