lockout otp
It's not like I am watching a bunch of hockey anyway since I hate my in-market team and all, plus I actually very much need to outline Federal Rule of Evidence 801, but this is a bummer.
Not a bummer, though, is that my very favouritest best friends and embarrassing obsession, have now been PHOTOGRAPHED on THE INTERNET and they are TOGETHER. I mean, in the same frame!
And not just in this way. This way is easy, it happens when I gaze at H-Ref for minutes at a time and contemplate sponsoring the complete series of early 2000s Oilers team pages.
I was LEGITIMATELY (like a absolutist monarch, touched by divinity) so disappointed that the Horcoff-Cleary Invitational, where they got on a plane and played golf with their NHL buds, did not engender more pictures. This was all I got, this summer, and it's not even from that.
AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN.
They wear sequential numbers now that they are on different teams. Their wives have a non-passing resemblance to one another. They train together. They went to Tijuana together. They played in Mora together.
"He's our most important player. He's become one of the most important players in the league. He's so important a player because he's carrying the team. He's a real leader and a real example," he says.
"He's shown the other guys how to be a professional because he works so hard."
Luckner says Mike Babcock told him about the way Horcoff played for him at last year's IIHF World Championship.
"I wanted young players who are going to get better, guys who would come over here and work hard for the experience and to get something from our game to take back to the NHL with them," said Luckner.
"Shawn plans to be a coach in the future. He's making a lot of contacts and learning a lot about the game over here. We're a young team, which has just been promoted to the Elite Division for the first time.
I didn't want guys who were going to come over here for a holiday.
"Mind you, Horcoff and Dan Cleary are always taking little holidays. Every time we get a break, they're off to somewhere they haven't seen before."
Terry Jones "Oiler Slippery In Sweden" Calgary Sun, December 19, 2004, S9.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS TO LABOR EVENTS.
In September, when hope was not so far off like spring.
Bit worried about Dan Cleary... he looks like he's on verge of tears.
@mirtle
I mean, this is still a huge bummer. I have found a good thing in it, though, and I am sticking to that. Look, it is not much, but I will take what is offered, and what is offered is pressers in a funereal mood!
The snow keeps falling, piling outside the window and sledding down over the glacial mountains that have been left after plowing. Everyone is inside their homes, safe from the weather, and the streets are quiet, muffled under the new snow.
Cleary looks out the window, when they are done: Horcoff slumped over him, warm and unmoving. "It looks like home, some."
Horcoff turns to look, eyes fixed on some point at mid-distance, near Cleary's shoulder. "It does? It looks like a ton of snow, is what it looks like." He settles on his side, close enough under the sheets and their bodies: bones near the skin, hot pulse still going. Horcoff skates the heel of his palm, his fingers, under the sheets and rucked-up blankets, over the dip and swell of muscle in Cleary's back.
He puts one hand out, fingertips brushing the cold window. He does not remember trying for this, but the room here is arranged the same way that his bedroom, at what is now his parents' house, is; narrow bed below the window, wide space across to the door.
"This is what it's like. During storms, I'd stay up, sometimes, to see some of that."
"Hmm." Horcoff sounds thoughtful. He so often is, quiet and analytical. More than once, he has explained that he likes thinking about things: to Cleary, this had only meant considering the damage, prodding at a sore arm and blundering headache. Not that Horcoff wouldn't know about that, he went to college. Cleary never thought he'd do this with someone so smart, Horcoff, who can calculate a fifteen-percent-tip in is head, speak enough Spanish for it to be enticing, and never makes anyone feel like he's waiting around for them to catch up. It's uncommon, is all. He left home at fifteen, which was more or less the last time he picked up his schoolbooks and stayed inside, because who was going to make him do that in Belleville? He's played with college boys before, lanky CIS guys who put on twenty pounds of muscle after their draft years and a whole array of strange boys from places like Duluth and Denver. He couldn't even find them on a map, although he does know that Denver's in Colorado. Some of them have been good, some of them have been stupid, and none of them have been anything like Horcoff. "I don't know. Maybe you'll show me it?" He knows that they haven't talked about it, and why would they?
always taking little holidays. (also it is two months until mine and Danny Cleary's birthday, perhaps we will both receive some flippin' hockey by that time. plus other nice stuff, like good grades on my Federal Courts exam and joy in the company of others.)
Not a bummer, though, is that my very favouritest best friends and embarrassing obsession, have now been PHOTOGRAPHED on THE INTERNET and they are TOGETHER. I mean, in the same frame!
And not just in this way. This way is easy, it happens when I gaze at H-Ref for minutes at a time and contemplate sponsoring the complete series of early 2000s Oilers team pages.
I was LEGITIMATELY (like a absolutist monarch, touched by divinity) so disappointed that the Horcoff-Cleary Invitational, where they got on a plane and played golf with their NHL buds, did not engender more pictures. This was all I got, this summer, and it's not even from that.
AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN.
They wear sequential numbers now that they are on different teams. Their wives have a non-passing resemblance to one another. They train together. They went to Tijuana together. They played in Mora together.
"He's our most important player. He's become one of the most important players in the league. He's so important a player because he's carrying the team. He's a real leader and a real example," he says.
"He's shown the other guys how to be a professional because he works so hard."
Luckner says Mike Babcock told him about the way Horcoff played for him at last year's IIHF World Championship.
"I wanted young players who are going to get better, guys who would come over here and work hard for the experience and to get something from our game to take back to the NHL with them," said Luckner.
"Shawn plans to be a coach in the future. He's making a lot of contacts and learning a lot about the game over here. We're a young team, which has just been promoted to the Elite Division for the first time.
I didn't want guys who were going to come over here for a holiday.
"Mind you, Horcoff and Dan Cleary are always taking little holidays. Every time we get a break, they're off to somewhere they haven't seen before."
Terry Jones "Oiler Slippery In Sweden" Calgary Sun, December 19, 2004, S9.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS.
ALWAYS TAKING LITTLE HOLIDAYS TO LABOR EVENTS.
In September, when hope was not so far off like spring.
Bit worried about Dan Cleary... he looks like he's on verge of tears.
@mirtle
I mean, this is still a huge bummer. I have found a good thing in it, though, and I am sticking to that. Look, it is not much, but I will take what is offered, and what is offered is pressers in a funereal mood!
The snow keeps falling, piling outside the window and sledding down over the glacial mountains that have been left after plowing. Everyone is inside their homes, safe from the weather, and the streets are quiet, muffled under the new snow.
Cleary looks out the window, when they are done: Horcoff slumped over him, warm and unmoving. "It looks like home, some."
Horcoff turns to look, eyes fixed on some point at mid-distance, near Cleary's shoulder. "It does? It looks like a ton of snow, is what it looks like." He settles on his side, close enough under the sheets and their bodies: bones near the skin, hot pulse still going. Horcoff skates the heel of his palm, his fingers, under the sheets and rucked-up blankets, over the dip and swell of muscle in Cleary's back.
He puts one hand out, fingertips brushing the cold window. He does not remember trying for this, but the room here is arranged the same way that his bedroom, at what is now his parents' house, is; narrow bed below the window, wide space across to the door.
"This is what it's like. During storms, I'd stay up, sometimes, to see some of that."
"Hmm." Horcoff sounds thoughtful. He so often is, quiet and analytical. More than once, he has explained that he likes thinking about things: to Cleary, this had only meant considering the damage, prodding at a sore arm and blundering headache. Not that Horcoff wouldn't know about that, he went to college. Cleary never thought he'd do this with someone so smart, Horcoff, who can calculate a fifteen-percent-tip in is head, speak enough Spanish for it to be enticing, and never makes anyone feel like he's waiting around for them to catch up. It's uncommon, is all. He left home at fifteen, which was more or less the last time he picked up his schoolbooks and stayed inside, because who was going to make him do that in Belleville? He's played with college boys before, lanky CIS guys who put on twenty pounds of muscle after their draft years and a whole array of strange boys from places like Duluth and Denver. He couldn't even find them on a map, although he does know that Denver's in Colorado. Some of them have been good, some of them have been stupid, and none of them have been anything like Horcoff. "I don't know. Maybe you'll show me it?" He knows that they haven't talked about it, and why would they?
always taking little holidays. (also it is two months until mine and Danny Cleary's birthday, perhaps we will both receive some flippin' hockey by that time. plus other nice stuff, like good grades on my Federal Courts exam and joy in the company of others.)