hockey... to the death !
last night, dale & i watched the sens slaughter the leafs (and then the leafs comeback to almost smoke the sens). game tied 5-5 at the end of regulation. overtime ? no score... as the teams prepared for the shootout, i began to spout off about how there would be SO many 50-goal-scorers this year, due to the significantly higher totals in each game.
dale disagreed... so we made a little wager.
off the top of our heads, we each pick five players. heatley, ovechkin, jagr, gagne, zetterberg for me. naslund, hossa, palffy, kovalchuk, thornton for dale. three seperate 'competitions': total goals for all 5 players, most 50-goal-scorers & an 'average' of the middle 3 [as in drop the top and the bottom player & average the three leftover]. winner gets a case o'beer. but, because a single competition isn't enough for the two of us, we decide to create a 'backup' league. the prize ? dinner at the foggy... dale takes murray, demitra, blake, jokinen & havlat. i take lang, briere, satan, modin & d.sedin.
i think i've got him beat... except the choosing of sedin... but it'll be a good competition. and i'm stoked...
last week, i was sortof devastated, in my excitement for the 'new nhl' to start, that i didn't manage to find a pool to join. in the '03 playoffs, i won my pool [600 bucks, no shit]. i beat the pants off all the boys by selecting players mostly by looks. 'course... :) and last spring, during the world championships, i joined a pool with lenobuddy and his mates. i came in 6th of 12, but got major kudos for 'drafting' the best goalie in the competition --the little-known swedish starter, henrik lundqvist.
b'superstar suggested, last night, that the gauntlet be thrown down between the sedin twins & the lundqvist twins (bro is a forward in the swedish league) in a death shootout. or we could split 'em up (team henrik & team 'other brother'). no matter which way, i figure the team with HL will win, as he's the only real goalie. right ? yeah. i have a life...
and, speaking of deathmatches: i had a dream last night that i was in a knife-throwing battle with some badguy who wanted to kill me. he seemed to have an endless arsenal of blades, of various shapes & sizes. mine was small but i would've been able to do some damage if i hadn't thrown like a girl. which i did. then i had to run. the chase was on, but i ducked into a house where the girl tenant was going to UW & was taking fine arts. so we had quite a nice chat, over tea, while the psycho murderer dude tried to find me somewhere outside.
*sigh*
dale disagreed... so we made a little wager.
off the top of our heads, we each pick five players. heatley, ovechkin, jagr, gagne, zetterberg for me. naslund, hossa, palffy, kovalchuk, thornton for dale. three seperate 'competitions': total goals for all 5 players, most 50-goal-scorers & an 'average' of the middle 3 [as in drop the top and the bottom player & average the three leftover]. winner gets a case o'beer. but, because a single competition isn't enough for the two of us, we decide to create a 'backup' league. the prize ? dinner at the foggy... dale takes murray, demitra, blake, jokinen & havlat. i take lang, briere, satan, modin & d.sedin.
i think i've got him beat... except the choosing of sedin... but it'll be a good competition. and i'm stoked...
last week, i was sortof devastated, in my excitement for the 'new nhl' to start, that i didn't manage to find a pool to join. in the '03 playoffs, i won my pool [600 bucks, no shit]. i beat the pants off all the boys by selecting players mostly by looks. 'course... :) and last spring, during the world championships, i joined a pool with lenobuddy and his mates. i came in 6th of 12, but got major kudos for 'drafting' the best goalie in the competition --the little-known swedish starter, henrik lundqvist.
b'superstar suggested, last night, that the gauntlet be thrown down between the sedin twins & the lundqvist twins (bro is a forward in the swedish league) in a death shootout. or we could split 'em up (team henrik & team 'other brother'). no matter which way, i figure the team with HL will win, as he's the only real goalie. right ? yeah. i have a life...
and, speaking of deathmatches: i had a dream last night that i was in a knife-throwing battle with some badguy who wanted to kill me. he seemed to have an endless arsenal of blades, of various shapes & sizes. mine was small but i would've been able to do some damage if i hadn't thrown like a girl. which i did. then i had to run. the chase was on, but i ducked into a house where the girl tenant was going to UW & was taking fine arts. so we had quite a nice chat, over tea, while the psycho murderer dude tried to find me somewhere outside.
*sigh*
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