I love Semyon Varlamov.
He just turned 21, he just recently got called up from the Hershey Bears, and he still doesn't speak any English. But he makes saves like this against one of the best players in the NHL:
Click the HD button. It's even better.
This probably isn't the most appropriate moment to post this, seeing as how the Capitals have just lost three playoff games in a row, but whatever. He is amazing and the losses weren't his fault. Game 6 is starting...um, now. It's in Pittsburgh, and if we lose this one we're out of the playoffs. I'm nervous.
Come on Varlamov & Co. Football has sucked this weekend. Don't lose and make me even sadder.
LATE NIGHT EDIT: We won!! 5-4 in overtime to force game 7 this Wednesday back in DC. Let's all hope it will turn out better than last year's series against the Flyers. Go Caps!
Showing posts with label playoffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playoffs. Show all posts
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
hope everyone's playoff beards are growing nicely...
Blogging about two weeks' worth of traveling seems a very daunting task at the moment. So I'm going to blog about something else entirely.
The Capitals won game 7 against the NY Rangers and are moving on to the next round of the playoffs! First game of the series against the Pittsburgh Penguins is this Saturday, 6pm my time (1pm local time, if you're back in the States) at home.
Tuesday's game was the only one that I was actually able to watch, due to me being all continental for the past couple of weeks, so I really don't know how the whole series went. Must have been exciting to actually get to a game 7 though. Varlamov seems to be taking over for Theodore very well. And Sergei Fedorov's still got it, scoring the winning goal in the third period and all! So yeah, I am once again caught up in Stanley Cup fever. Although this year is going to make me a lot more tired, seeing as I have to stay up until like 4am to watch the games.
Edit: Okay, bad news. Just found out that El Clásico starts at 7pm on Saturday, so I'm going to have to abandon the hockey after an hour. It's only game 1 so I can afford to, but still, how annoying. Scheduling conflicts suck...although I may be the only person in the entire world that is affected by this particular one.
The Capitals won game 7 against the NY Rangers and are moving on to the next round of the playoffs! First game of the series against the Pittsburgh Penguins is this Saturday, 6pm my time (1pm local time, if you're back in the States) at home.
Tuesday's game was the only one that I was actually able to watch, due to me being all continental for the past couple of weeks, so I really don't know how the whole series went. Must have been exciting to actually get to a game 7 though. Varlamov seems to be taking over for Theodore very well. And Sergei Fedorov's still got it, scoring the winning goal in the third period and all! So yeah, I am once again caught up in Stanley Cup fever. Although this year is going to make me a lot more tired, seeing as I have to stay up until like 4am to watch the games.
Edit: Okay, bad news. Just found out that El Clásico starts at 7pm on Saturday, so I'm going to have to abandon the hockey after an hour. It's only game 1 so I can afford to, but still, how annoying. Scheduling conflicts suck...although I may be the only person in the entire world that is affected by this particular one.
Friday, March 20, 2009
well...that was quick
Illinois got knocked out of the tournament in the first round by Western Kentucky. Boo, they suck. And they have a stupid mascot.
What is that thing anyways?
VCU also lost to UCLA and Radford got slaughtered by UNC. So now who am I supposed to root for?
What is that thing anyways?
VCU also lost to UCLA and Radford got slaughtered by UNC. So now who am I supposed to root for?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
beware the ides of march...madness
Today was Selection Sunday for the 2009 NCAA basketball tournament, and here's how it panned out:
Of course, no VT. Our season was kind of a failure. So I'm an Illinois fan for the duration of the tournament...or at least for however long they stay in the tournament. First game on Thursday!
Of course, no VT. Our season was kind of a failure. So I'm an Illinois fan for the duration of the tournament...or at least for however long they stay in the tournament. First game on Thursday!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Saturday, December 6, 2008
florida, here we come...again
Once again, we beat BC to be crowned ACC Champs! Two years in a row, baby. We're going back to the Orange Bowl, and this time we're gonna win it.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
swept again
(edited to include a video)
by the shores of old Lake Michigan
where the hawk wind blows so cold
an old Cub fan lay dying
in his midnight hour that tolled
around his bed his friends had all gathered
they knew his time was short
and on his head they put this bright blue cap
from his all-time favorite sport
he told them, "it's late, and it's getting dark in here
and I know it's time to go.
but before I leave the lineup
boys, there's just one thing that I'd like to know
do they still play the blues in Chicago
when baseball season rolls around?
when the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
in their ivy-covered burial ground?
when I was a boy they were my pride and joy
but now they only bring fatigue
to the home of the brave, the land of the free
and the doormat of the National League."
he told his friends, "you know the law of averages says:
'anything will happen that can'
but the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan
the Cubs made me a criminal, sent me down a wayward path
they stole my youth from me
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
in flagrant truancy
then one thing led to another
and soon I discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis, but what do you expect?
when you raise up a young boy's hopes
and then just crush 'em, like so many paper beer cups
year after year after year...
after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
till those hopes are just so much popcorn
for the pigeons beneath the L tracks to eat
you know, I'll never see Wrigley Field any more
before my eternal rest
so if you have your pencils and your score cards ready
I'll read you my last request:
give me a double-header funeral in Wrigley Field
on some sunny weekend day--no lights!
have the organ play the National Anthem
then a little 'nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, goodbye'
make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin
and six groundskeepers clear my path
have the umpires bark me out at every base
in all their holy wrath
it's a beautiful day for a funeral
hey Ernie, let's play two!
somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back
and conduct just one more interview
have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
and I'll be ready to die
build a big fire on home plate out of your Louisville slugger baseball bats
and toss my coffin in
let my ashes blow in the beautiful snow
from the prevailing 30-mile-an-hour southwest wind
and when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
I will bid the bleacher bums 'adieu'
and I will come to my final resting place
out on Waveland Avenue."
the dying man's friends told him to cut it out
"stop it, that's an awful shame!"
he whispered, "don't cry, we'll meet by and by
near the heavenly Hall of Fame.
I've got season tickets to watch the Angels now
so that's just what I'm gonna do
but you, the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs
so it's me that feels sorry for you!
so play that lonesome losers tune
that's the one I like the best."
he closed his eyes and slipped away
and that was the dying Cub fan's last request:
do they still play the blues in Chicago
when baseball season rolls around?
when the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
in their ivy-covered burial ground?
when I was a boy they were my pride and joy
but now they only bring fatigue
to the home of the brave, the land of the free
and the doormat of the National League.
I really can't say it any better than Steve Goodman.
[P.S. Tom Hanks famously said in A League Of Their Own: "There's no crying in baseball!" I should listen to Tom Hanks more often.]
by the shores of old Lake Michigan
where the hawk wind blows so cold
an old Cub fan lay dying
in his midnight hour that tolled
around his bed his friends had all gathered
they knew his time was short
and on his head they put this bright blue cap
from his all-time favorite sport
he told them, "it's late, and it's getting dark in here
and I know it's time to go.
but before I leave the lineup
boys, there's just one thing that I'd like to know
do they still play the blues in Chicago
when baseball season rolls around?
when the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
in their ivy-covered burial ground?
when I was a boy they were my pride and joy
but now they only bring fatigue
to the home of the brave, the land of the free
and the doormat of the National League."
he told his friends, "you know the law of averages says:
'anything will happen that can'
but the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan
the Cubs made me a criminal, sent me down a wayward path
they stole my youth from me
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
in flagrant truancy
then one thing led to another
and soon I discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis, but what do you expect?
when you raise up a young boy's hopes
and then just crush 'em, like so many paper beer cups
year after year after year...
after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
till those hopes are just so much popcorn
for the pigeons beneath the L tracks to eat
you know, I'll never see Wrigley Field any more
before my eternal rest
so if you have your pencils and your score cards ready
I'll read you my last request:
give me a double-header funeral in Wrigley Field
on some sunny weekend day--no lights!
have the organ play the National Anthem
then a little 'nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, goodbye'
make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin
and six groundskeepers clear my path
have the umpires bark me out at every base
in all their holy wrath
it's a beautiful day for a funeral
hey Ernie, let's play two!
somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back
and conduct just one more interview
have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
and I'll be ready to die
build a big fire on home plate out of your Louisville slugger baseball bats
and toss my coffin in
let my ashes blow in the beautiful snow
from the prevailing 30-mile-an-hour southwest wind
and when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
I will bid the bleacher bums 'adieu'
and I will come to my final resting place
out on Waveland Avenue."
the dying man's friends told him to cut it out
"stop it, that's an awful shame!"
he whispered, "don't cry, we'll meet by and by
near the heavenly Hall of Fame.
I've got season tickets to watch the Angels now
so that's just what I'm gonna do
but you, the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs
so it's me that feels sorry for you!
so play that lonesome losers tune
that's the one I like the best."
he closed his eyes and slipped away
and that was the dying Cub fan's last request:
do they still play the blues in Chicago
when baseball season rolls around?
when the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
in their ivy-covered burial ground?
when I was a boy they were my pride and joy
but now they only bring fatigue
to the home of the brave, the land of the free
and the doormat of the National League.
I really can't say it any better than Steve Goodman.
[P.S. Tom Hanks famously said in A League Of Their Own: "There's no crying in baseball!" I should listen to Tom Hanks more often.]
Friday, October 3, 2008
my thoughts are misguided and a little naïve
I know very few baseball fans and even fewer Cubs fans--not counting my mother of course, who grew up outside Chicago and is the reason I'm a baseball fan in the first place. You know, I could probably blame her for screwing up my life because of that...but I guess that's another issue entirely.
Being a Cubbies fan is kind of like having a psychological disorder. I'm generally a happy, carefree, optimistic sort of person, but when October rolls around I fall into a perpetual state of depression. I assume I'm not the only fan that feels slightly bipolar. Also, Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Are all Cubs fans insane, hoping and wishing and expecting each new season to be different? Probably.
To get to my point, here's the lesson I learned last night: getting drunk is not the answer. Because now I'm depressed AND hungover, and I'm pretty sure I failed a World Politics quiz. But hey, it's not the end of the world. It's not even the end of the series! So um, roll on Saturday, and let's see some more of that astounding suckitude that we all know and love.
Go Cubbies.
t-shirt from cubscast.com
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
fuck the goat!
Not literally, obv. I'm from Virginia, not West Virginia, people!
But seriously now, this is the Year of the Cub. No more curses. No more Bartman-esque debacles. No more dropped fly balls or shortstop errors or game-losing double plays. 100 years of suckitude is coming to an end this October.
Fuck the goat and bring on the playoffs!
But seriously now, this is the Year of the Cub. No more curses. No more Bartman-esque debacles. No more dropped fly balls or shortstop errors or game-losing double plays. 100 years of suckitude is coming to an end this October.
Fuck the goat and bring on the playoffs!
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