Opening weekend

Yeehaw! It’s finally that time of year. The Minnesota Gophers open up the hockey season with a preview for next year’s Big Ten hockey conference rival, Michigan State.  Even better is that I’m finally in a place on earth where I can watch the games.

It’s the last year for the Gophers to leave their mark on such teams as the Fighting Sioux of North Dakota (ya, I said Fighting Sioux), the Mavericks of Mankato, and I’m sure we’ll all miss the battery throwing fans of St. Cloud State. Or not.

Anyways.

I’ve been out of the loop long enough that I need to do my homework so I know who the hell these boys are so after some programming work, that’s my chore for today.

On another happy, hockey note. The kid walked away with three assists last weekend down in Texas. OH! A funny irony. One of Eddy’s best fights last year was against some punk on the Tornado. See below…

Well, now these two play on the same team. And they’re buds. That’s hockey.

Can’t wait!

“Why is a puck called a puck? Because dirty little bastard was taken.”

Martin Brodeur

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Monday Bacon

Fact is, it takes all kinds to make the world go ’round. I’ve been a tad annoyed about a few characters from the Highlander, enough that I keep going back and forth about it writing about it. Monday is hearby declared “Meat of the Matter” day where we’ll be real and address such things.

First off, if you’re going to be late to a competition, don’t be surprised when people haven’t waited for you.  Cuz see, we were there on time. But if you have somehow talked the organizer into waiting for you, thereby making your fellow competitors circle in the air for an hour…in the rain…apologize. A simple sorry goes a long way.

At competitions, I don’t care what they are, be on your best behavior. Say please. Say thank you. There’s a whole lot of people who help throw events that have no stake in it’s success or failure, they’re just helpful people. At the Wisconsin Highland Games, there were so many helpful people who were also cheering on the athletes that to NOT say thank you each time they helped YOU, would be dick. Don’t be dick.

Pay attention. When competing and your name is called, be ready to go. Again, especially if it’s raining. All day. Of course, if you’ve had an unexpected emergency, we’ll understand. If you’ve felt the need to run  off, or go hang somewhere else, than you’ve just forfeited your turn. Thanks for playing. Goodbye.

Show respect. If you can’t, fake it. Chances are, most competitions will have someone in the line up who has been doing “this” (“this” being whatever you happen to be doing that day) for a while. So if they give a quick tutorial on how have the best success at a new event, pay attention. If you don’t want to pay attention, fake it. If you’re expected to mark a throw, don’t take your eyes off the mark because you deem yourself too important for such a menial task. Again, don’t be dick.

Lastly, in almost all cases of competition, we are someone’s guests. Whether outside or in a gym, be gracious. Use your manners. Clean up after yourself. Conduct yourself as if you’re at a studio apartment party and to be an ass would be so noticeably erroneous that you wouldn’t even consider it.

Think Big, think positive. Never show any sign of weakness. Always go for the throat. Buy low, sell high. Fear…that’s the other guys problem.

Louis Winthorpe III

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Friday Jams

It’s been a couple of years since I’ve enjoyed an up North fall and Wisconsin is providing a spectacular show. The leaves are beautiful, every color imaginable. The air is crisp without being mean. Letting us glide into the cold, winter months ahead. Couple that with the peace of the lake and other than the drivers, Wisconsin has embedded herself into my heart.

Sufi Music Ensemble…. Complex, but soothing. Perfect with coffee and falling leaves.

Enjoy the weekend.

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Highs and Lows

There are a lot of perks to Facebook. You get to connect with people from your past whom you never thought you’d “see” again, though you may not form a solid friendship, it’s at least nice to check in every now and again. You get to stay updated with good friends and family who live far away. If you’re like me, you get to post four thousand pictures a week on silly things; training; Hamburger Mary’s meals; competitions; and how cute my kiddos and my Bigg man, AND my dogs are. The coolest thing about FB is that you get to become “friends” with famous people. You get an insight to their life; their training; their family, etc. You follow along on their journeys and for the crazy, you get to feel as if you ARE friends.

There’s the LuLz of Facebook too. The high maintenance folks who post every feeling, thought, and frustration they feel (WTF did these people do before FB?!) There’s pictures posted of people doing the most redunkulous fails in gyms all around the world. There are e-cards that will keep you rolling and plenty of puppy pictures that will make you go, “Awwwwwww.”

The biggest thing I’ve noticed about Facebook is that you get a glimpse of some people’s Highs; and unfortunately some’s lows. Last Saturday I woke up and was getting ready for the Highlander when I noticed the status of a friend of my twins. Two of their friends were killed in a wreck the night before. Horrible. But good or bad, Facebook let me know that I needed to check in right away with the Z’s to see if they’re okay.

That last 24 hours highlighted these Highs and Lows in the most awesome and awful way imaginable. Former Minnesota Twins reliever Pat Neshek’s status update showed up on my feed yesterday (he’s a Minnesota boy, went to the same High School as me although years later) that he pitched a game in Oakland, jumped on a flight and barely made it to Florida for the birth of his son, Gehrig. There were happy pictures and congratulations all over.

Today, the Neshek’s status updates were tragic. Their son passed away for no apparent reason. As a parent, it hits you in the gut. And such is life on Facebook. You get to say “OH Cool” for someone you don’t know and at times you say, “Oh my god.” You’re not involved; you’re not affected; you don’t even know these people. But you can feel a twinge of sadness for a person’s pain and send some strong thoughts.

Something that wouldn’t happen without Facebook. Strong thoughts sent to the Neshek’s…and really anyone else who just needs a hug.

Aloha.

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