|A collection of random thoughts, many of them about ice hockey . . .
The most recent Sergei Samsonov run merely reinforces what Iíve always felt Ė this guy doesnít bring it to the rink consistently enough. He had the skills to be a 10-year star.
Ilya Kovalchuk would like to remind everyone that it doesnít matter who he skates with, thank you very much.
Just once everyone should get drunk in Utah on St. Patrickís Day while watching NCAA Hoops and getting a shamrock painted on your face. I already did it once; youíre up.
I like more ELO songs than I probably should.
Whatever ďitĒ is, Andrew Cogliano has it. Enjoy him while you have him, Edmonton.
No one gets away with playing like a thug more than Chris Pronger.
Laugh at Will Ferrell if you must, but isnít it time to make some riskier choices? His next movie should be called ďRerun.Ē
Tomas Holmstrom isnít healing quickly, so grab Johan Franzen while you still can. Heís not the prettiest forward out there, but heís strong on the puck and capable of playing the Homer role on the power play.
Pick up a copy of ďA Lawyer Walks Into A BarĒ and thank me later.
Are there 10 more unlikeable athletes than Vijay Singh? Five more? Iím having trouble filling that list.
Give the Habs credit for having the cajones to start the Carey Price Era as early as they did. A lot of contending clubs would have eased into the transition, but Montreal decided to roll the dice.
Someday Rick Nash is going to get traded and have the same type of explosion Joe Thornton had in San Jose. And itís gonna be a blast.
It doesnít matter that I own them all; if I catch any Alexander Payne movie on the dish, at any time of night, Iím staying up until theyíre over.
Iím too embarrassed to go back in the files and re-read all the glowing stuff I wrote about Jeff Jillson. Another one for the ďbad missĒ file.
Really, kids, they used to let Chris Chelios go into the attacking zone. Now, heís essentially a fullback. May we all be this spry in our mid-40s.
If they find a way to make cell calling a reality on airplanes, Iím going to turn into John Madden awfully quick. For the love of all things holy, letís nip this idea in the bud.
When no one clearly beats Martin Brodeur for the Vezina Trophy, I just assume heís the right pick again. This is one of those years.
Maybe theyíve invented a really comfortable office chair but I havenít found it yet. A few hours of typing and I can feel the alligators nipping at my neck and shoulder.
Bostonís playoff spot looks secure but Iíll be flabbergasted if the Bruins win a series. It doesnít matter, The Hub isnít exactly glued to the story, and Fenway will be open again soon.
If Davey Jones is your favorite Monkee, I donít want to be friends with you.
Give a tip the cap to Eric Staal, whoís gone off since the Rod BrindíAmour injury.
Itís been 15 years and ďAugust and Everything AfterĒ still holds up, A to Z.
If your bracket pool doesnít reward for upsets, be judicious picking them Ė at least if you want a realistic shot at getting some cash back. The early-round squares do better at these things than people have a way of remembering.
They still donít call interference anywhere near as often as they should.
Smile Gary Bettman, youíre at Mr. Smileyís. Did you want Smiley Sauce with that?
Posted by David Ferris at 3/14/2008 1:28:00 PM