I have to travel next week for business, and my employer has graciously thoughtfully helpfully punitively booked me into a private club/hotel for the duration of my stay. From what I hear, it’s the kind of place that has a dress code for going to the shower, and where their concept of high-tech stops at a bakelite rotary phone with a cord as thick as an anaconda.
I must remember to pack an ascot.
Over the last few days I have heard the following variations of “For all intents and purposes” on sports radio:
The one variation of it that I haven’t heard is the actual saying, “For all intents and purposes.”
Loading ...Well, technically, it’s a “Golf and Winter Club”, this being Siberia and all.
I will commence looking down my nose at you smelly proles momentarily, but first I must find a monocle suitable for the task.
Took considerably less money than what the Oilers were offering, too. This is essentially perfect; I predict we’ll have to wait less than an hour for TSN to start the “You can’t pay someone enough to go to Edmonton” discussion.
UPDATE: In all honestly, I’m glad Hossa went elsewhere. His salary would have blown the roof off the cap, and the Oilers would have had to dump some heavy salary to make it work. Even so, it feels like Groundhog Day.
Oilers set their sites on Hossa:
A well-placed source said it would take a “minor miracle” for Hossa to be anything more than another one that got away, but the Oilers are baiting the hook this time with at least US$9-million per year for a slick scorer who would solidify the top line with Ales Hemsky and Shawn Horcoff.
As a season ticket holder, I’d love to see Hossa playing for the Oilers. But it ain’t gonna happen. Among other bad signs, Hossa’s agent (almost certainly the “well-placed source” in the quote above) was on local radio here last week where he intimated that Hossa would rather have a battery-acid enema than move to our lovely Siberian wasteland.
Edmonton already has a bad rap in the league as the coldest and remotest NHL city, and multiple incidents like the Pronger betrayal, Nylander’s wife scotching a trade, etc. have exacerbated the problem.
So when Marian Hossa signs somewhere else for comparable or even less money, how’s that going to affect the ol’ reputation?
As it happens, I don’t give a sweet damn about wealthy athletes not wanting to play here. Fuck them if they don’t want to play somewhere where their sport is truly adored and their efforts appreciated. But would it kill the Oilers to stop stepping into these silly traps again and again? It’s like an awkward kid in high school who keeps asking out the most beautiful and popular girls over and over, getting shot down every time. Your mom is right, kid: you’re beautiful on the inside and the right girl will score a major catch if she can get past your dorkiness — but you ain’t bagging a cheerleader, okay?
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So long, Stollie. I’m sure your supermodel girlfriend will prefer your new address.
UPDATE: This has got to be the funniest sports rumour I’ve heard in a long time:
So tonight as I was working at Safeway, Micheal [sic] Peca came in and applied for a club card and airmiles.
Do you think Klowe aquired his rights or what could possibly be going on?
I don’t know what to make of this but just something I thought I would share.
I really hope he ends up signing in Edmonton, just so that this wildly improbable incident turns out to be true. I’d totally get a t-shirt with Peca’s number and the name “Airmiles” on the back.
(As an aside, when Peca was with the Oilers in 05/06, I had more than one amusing exchange with people over the phone because of the similarity in our names: “Are you the Michael Peca?”* But once I spelled it out — K-R-A-N-K-O-R — the confusion was completely cleared up.)
* No, this did not help me get free services or stuff. Or laid.
I was just flipping through the channel menu and stumbled across an entry for the Tim McCarver Show. I didn’t watch it or anything, but I would just like to note that it was on WSBK, Channel Fifty-Nine.
I swear sometimes I think we’re living in the Matrix.
