Archive | October, 2011

You can’t come to Canada, eh? Canada comes to you!

29 Oct

It’s snowing. Not only is it snowing, it’s October in Falls Church. That’s like DJ King scoring a hat trick on Henrik Lundvquist. It, just-no. That being said, the Caps are on their first road trip of the season in Canada. And Canada was so kind to send some of their weather our way, sadly they forgot the moosehats and maple syrup. 

No mooses were killed in the production of this hat

 So far the Caps have had their tushes handed to them by the Oilers, in true Canadian fashion, eh? But the Caps hope to change that line tonight against the Canuckleheads (my adoring nickname).

It wouldn’t be a Caps game without a little drama, so let’s  throw in Greeners twisted ankle and an incorrigible defense. Is the popcorn ready yet?

If our teams drama wasn’t enough to earn itself a spot on SoapTv, Vancouver is overflowing with Jersey Shore rejects. Well not overflowing…

“It’s called GTL…”

All greasy hair jokes aside (there are a lot), Luongo will either be a brick wall or a fluttery tarp. I’m rooting for LOLongo, personally…

Let’s not forget tweedle dee and tweedle dumb Henrik and Daniel Sedin. Pretty much, the Canuckleheads only offensive power
houses (minus helmet hair Kesler). I won’t bore you with the rest of the roster, their all your typical American/Canadian chokers…(sound familiar, Caps fans?)
Well, that’s all for now folks! It’s time for college football as the October blizzard of 2011 continues…

My dog ate the Tv feed?

28 Oct

Dang, knew that wasn’t going to work! but sadly, again, I could not watch the Caps game. Why, you may ask? It was a little something to do with flooring…

As all of you know (or will now) I’m going to have a sis come November 9, whom I will enforce hockey upon the day she arrives in Cibly Hospital. THe only real issue is our little 500 sq ft one story was simply not big enough for three women, Mark, and Pepper (I’m exaggerating…a little). So contractors party crashed my summer, meaning I had to get up before mid day, and ripped our roof off adding a second story.

This Odyssey is coming to an end (points if you got that reference) and all they have left is he flooring. It takes two weeks to put flooring in and stain it, two weeks! So I’m laid up in Falls Church’s finest, Marriott: Towne Suites which decided to get every NFL channel under the sun but didn’t spring for the NHL Network.

But that was the least of my worries as my dad decided sharing a room with a 9 month pregnant lady and a teenage girl was a way better decision than springing for two rooms. That also means there s one, count them one Tv. And guess what was on last night? No, not a Caps game (which we LOST) but Greys Anatomy. Which is clearly way more earth shatteringly important than the Caps first West Coast road trip. Does this brilliant logic run in the family?

So no, I didn’t watch the game. I heard all about cracking someones chest open and clearing another persons arteries all the while the Caps chances of going 8-0 were dying. Do we call Dr McSteamy in on that one? So tomorrow, unless McSteamy does overtime…

The twitter machine

27 Oct

Oh twitter, how would I procrastinate without you? Twitter is the most time-consuming, useless invention created! and-give me a sec, John Carlson just called someone a mutant?! As I was saying, twitter’s that new thing everyone has to have. So why not hockey players?

And since this is a Caps blog, we have to be talking about a very special goalie joining us in twitter world: Mr Braden Holtby, aka the kick assiest number 70 I’ve ever see (granted, I haven’t seen a lot of #70’s)

He’s the guy who was supposed to be Neuvy’s backup, but then Vokoun came in and ruined that plan (I’m not bitter…) he’s currently the starting goalie for the Bears and is called up whenever someones groin breaks. So give him a follow! @holts170, and try to get him to tweet while you’re at it.

The West Coast road trip, here we come Canada!

26 Oct

It’s that time of year again folks, When it gets all snowy in Edmonton! Wait, that’s all year. Nevermind…Anyway, it’s that time of year! When the Caps make their first (of many) to visit our lovely western hockey teams and hopefully kick their derrieres.

Our fist game on the West coast is against the Oilers. You know, the team Gretzky played for. Nope not LA, yup the one way up North. In a city where it never stops snowing (or at least that’s what I hear). Edmonton. The Oilers are long past their heyday. In fact, I think this is like a really (REALLY) bad hangover from their dynasty era (read more about them here: So far their doing ok this season, mostly due to prodigies Ryan Nugent-Hopkins and Taylor Hall. When playing against “serious” competition (see the Caps) we’ll have to see how well their young stars can do…

Back to the Caps, They’ve been hot lately. Like hot as my grandmamma’s biscuits right out of the oven, hot. Of course that’s dependent on two very important factors; Vokoun actually plays like his reputation credits him and the D is solid.

For the game in Edmonton, we’ll probably be without “young gun” Mike Green due to an injury in the Detroit game (the game I didn’t watch. See: Consequences, consequences, consequences…). But Vokoun is starting, which is good unless he reverts back to the Vokoun that played against Tampa *shudders*.

In the end, I predict the caps get the W. The Oilers will put the pressure on, but against a hot team and insatiable goalie, we’ll be too much to handle. My prediction? Caps win, with a 1-2 goal lead. Kinda tight, but I predict a low scoring game. Until the game starts, it’s any mans guess. Who knows? maybe tomorrow will be the night of an Ovie hat trick…

Consequences, consequencs, consequences…

24 Oct

Nope, I’m not your Health Teacher here to talk to you about safe sex (remember those unbearably awkward hours?) More like tell you why it’s never a good idea to buy something unless you’re fully committed. You’re thinking “Silly Camilla, What does this have to do with hockey?” It has EVERYTHING to do with hockey. Sit back and enjoy the worst night of this October so far.

Last night was George Mason’s annual super lame Homecoming. It was also the night where the last two undefeated teams played each other; Caps vs. Wings.

Earlier that day, I made the brilliant decision to not go to homecoming. No issue, right? WRONG. Apparently my penny-pinching father thinks if he buys you a $50 dress you’re going to enjoy it god dammit.  The conflict emerges.

The ultimatum: Go to homecoming or don’t watch hockey. That, sir, is putting me between a rock and a hard place. Missing hockey (especially an important game like this!) is like taking away [insert addictive illegal substance] from an addict. You just don’t do it. And I really didn’t want to see a bunch of guys grinding awkwardly with their girlfriends.

But to watch my beloved game, I took the most pissed off a shower you’ve ever seen somebody take and put my makeup on so darn pissed you would’ve thunk someone was holding a gun to my head! All the while yelling I would walk all the way home (a mile in 5 inch platforms, brilliant I tell you) if he made me go.

After I dressed and sulked in the bathroom for a few minutes, I had the genius ideas that confronting my dad  when more pissed than a bull ready to charge was a good idea. God, I love logic.

I then proceeded to say (more like roar), I quote, “How long do I have to go to the fucking dance before I can come home!?” Apparently the F-bomb doesn’t get you anywhere when trying to reason. Who knew? So then my dad told me the pleasant news, I wasn’t going to be able to watch hockey regardless.

And being the levelheaded 15-year-old I am, I went in my room and decided lobbing my Anne Klein’s at my wall was going to solve everything. No, it wasn’t. As I learned when a nickel sized crater appeared where the heel of my shoe made contact with the wall.

I said all that because, unfortunately, I can’t write about this game. Because I didn’t watch it and was to busy glaring at the illegal NHL feeds that wouldn’t load and let me watch the game. But thursday I’ll be ready to get this show on the road!

Moral of the story: Don’t throw you’re shoes at the wall. It doesn’t solve anything and only makes you read Spackling directions.

homecoming, hockey, hullabaloo, oh my!

22 Oct

Tonight is the night of the Homecoming dance hosted by George Mason high school. And I’m not going. No, it’s not because I don’t have a date and will feel like a total loser buying one ticket at the door (ok, maybe that’s a little of the reason why…). But because the Caps are playing the Wings and I just can’t tear myself away from a big game like this! So my little white Calvin Klein dress is going to hang in the closet until the winter dance, or when ever I feel like wearing it.

Now to hockey, the Caps and Wings are both undefeated and are meeting tonight. Can you say major? (see! I can’t abandon them in a time of need like this) This game is pitting two power houses against each other. Sticks will get higher! Egos will get bigger! Skates will get trippier! (ok, that’s not a word. But you get the idea…)

I predict, and these are just based on what I know about each teams and how they’re playing a la moment, that this will actually be a high-ish scoring game. I think the Wings will probably get the first goal, which will get us in focus as we’ll check (and subsequently, get more penalties) more and drive the net with more determination. Then, in the second, we’ll just Unleash the Fury and just score lots of goal, maybe an Ovi hat trick??? of course the Wings will counter with some pressure and a few goals, but not enough to make up for their deficit.

Same deal continues into the third as Caps keep their lead and give the Wings  a chances on goal and a PP (it’s bound to happen) but no dice. Caps win.

Oh those Broad Street Bullies…

20 Oct

If there’s one thing I’m not good at doing, it’s beating around the bush. I hate the Flyers. Their fugly inmate orange uniforms make my skin crawl just as much as the players do. To put it bluntly.

Tonight we play the Flyers. How it ends nobody knows! but what I do know, and what I predict is this: Caps will be sluggish in the first and give Philly a lot of chances, heck they might even score, but we’ll come back strong. Ready to beat one of our strongest rivals all the way down to the basement of the Wells Fargo Center, with tight checking, maybe a few questionable hits, and a few penalties as a cherry on top.

But most importantly we’ll score. By whom, when, and how? nobody but the hockey gods know. And they sure as heck aren’t sharing! The Caps continue to play a tight game and keep the Flyers on the defensive with a few more scoring chances and maybe another goal.

In the third we’ll probably get sloppy with the lead and take a dumb stick penalty (hehmmm Sasha), but we’ll escape the penalty unharmed and ready to sew this baby up. And so we will. Caps beat Flyers; score yet to be determined.

PS- these are just predictions on what I think has a good probability of happening with a serving of bias for good measure. DOn’t take it to seriously until we get the W.

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