One thing I’m realizing as I write my column each week, is that it’s getting more difficult to remember what topics I have covered. If I was smart, and we all know by now that’s up for major debate, I would write down my ideas on the off chance I have one, then cross it off the list when I use it in my column.
So please forgive me if I repeat some of the things I say. Hmmm, now I’m getting this strange feeling that I’m repeating the thought about the warning that I’m repeating myself.
Hmmm, now I’m getting this strange feeling that I’m repeating the thought about the warning that I’m repeating myself.
I’m sure loving this years NHL playoffs, even sans the Oilers, especially when the game goes into overtime, and when the overtime last for awhile. The triple overtime last week game between the Capitals and Rangers was sure some fun hockey watching! The intensity, the fatigue, the anguish,.... and I’m just talking about Braden Holtby’s mother!
Braden Holtby, from Lloydminster, Saskat-chewan, is the goaltender for Washington and they had a camera on his parents for the entire game. I can’t imagine the stress of being a parent of an NHL player, especially the parent of a goalie in overtime of the Stanley Cup playoffs. His poor mother. The stress she goes through and her reactions were absolutely priceless.
I remember as a kid always hoping the games would go into overtime because that meant we got to stay up late.
My dad was a big sports guy, so he understood the importance of being able to watch the games until a winner was decided. It would be like watching a movie and then turning it off 10 minutes before the end and not knowing the conclusion. Yeah, exactly, that just can’t be allowed to happen.
A couple of games stand out for me. The 1987 playoff game that saw the Islanders beat the Capitals in the fourth overtime period. I was only 12 then, but managed to stay up for the entire game.
Another one I remember vividly, was game one of the 1990 Stanley Cup finals between the Oilers and Bruins. It is much more intense when your team is playing. The Bruins had so many glorious opportunities to score, but it was the Oilers’ Petr Klima, who hadn’t had a shift the entire overtime, who scored late in the sixth period. Oh, the good old days when the Oilers were actually in the playoffs.
So, I’m standing in line at the 12 items or less checkout at Superstore. The line was a little long, so I set down my basket. The man behind me was standing off to the side a bit, I checked back everyone in a while and he was always staring at my basket. I think he was trying to count my items to see if I was under the 12 items. I finally turned around and asked, “How many items do I have?” He had no response.
Not going to lie, I used to count my items before I went to the express lane, come on, who didn’t? But, the way I figure it now, if whatever I’m buying can fit into one basket, then I’m going through that lane. Even if I’m buying a hundred packs of gum, which I do on occasion, I think that should be allowed.
I’ve also come to realize that if google can’t find the answer, the question probably shouldn’t even have been asked in the first place.
Why is it that the more fast food I eat, the slower I get? Talk about false advertising.
And finally, my words of wisdom/quote of the week/whatever you want to call it/blah blah blah...
“Sometimes there is no next time, no time outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never. Sometimes it’s just time to take a leap of faith and see where life takes you” - Anonymous
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