Monday, June 15, 2009

Stanley Cup wrap

I know it's been a long time but welcome! My recent travels to LA and Israel (which I will have plenty more to say about) have prevented me from posting for a while but I'm glad to finally get back.

First off, a belated congratulations to my friend Justin Tasch. For those of you who aren't familiar with Mr. Tasch, he writes as "j.a.t." on a Mets blog, where he teaches Abe how to play baseball (baseballlikeitoughtabe.com). Recently, he was asked to write a guest post for the popular site fantasybaseball365.com. The link for the post is below, and again congrats Justin.

Now onto the best championship tradition, the Stanley Cup:

The NHL playoffs proved why nothing compares to hockey in April, May and June. The series this year were incredible, starting with the Ducks taking out the Presidents' Trophy winning Sharks, Carolina shocking the Devils when Brodeur crumbled in the last minute of Game 7, and the Rangers blowing their 3-1 lead to Washington in Round 1. Next, the classic Crosby-Ovechkin matchup was predestined to go 7 games (taken by the Pens in a blowout), Carolina beat Boston when, in an ironic twist, the villain Scott Walker scored IN OVERTIME OF GAME 7, the Ducks fought the Red Wings until they finally ran out of gas in Game 7, and the young Blackhawks proved their mettled and embarrassed Roberto Luongo and the Canucks. The conference finals left little doubt as to what the finals would look like, as the Pens and Red Wings polished off their opponents quickly for a shot at the ultimate hardware

Now, as a hockey fan who has no real favorite team, I like to see the teams that play the best hockey succeed. I enjoy when teams have real two-way players who can shoot, pass, skate, check, and demonstrate all-around greatness. A player like Alex Ovechkin doesn't appeal to me, because he's a one-dimensional shooter who doesn't play defense, attempts dangerous checks, and can't even score at high percentages. As a result, you could only imagine my joy when, after getting back to the States, I saw the Red Wings and Penguins had both advanced to the Stanley Cup Finals for the second straight season (+2 points for alliteration). Both rosters are littered with guys who "play the right way" and the Finals rematch was a great storyline.

The first two games, both Red Wings victories, made it pretty doubtful that the Penguins would overcome the hump this time around. However, Marc-Andre Fleury (who i started to have serious doubts about this year) came around to provide good, often spectacular goaltending as the Penguins took Games 3 and 4. After the game 5 blowout, the Red Wings looked like they were going to close out the Pens in Pittsburgh again. However, Fleury again stepped up, and the Pens played great team hockey in game 6 to force a 7th and deciding game. The first period was uneventful, but early in the 2nd Maxime Talbot, the bearded wonder, got a gift turnover and slipped it through Osgood's legs for the first goal of the game. A few minutes later, Sidney Crosby left the game after getting his left knee wedged against the boards, and he was limited to one more shift for the rest of the game with what was called an MCL sprain. It didn't matter in the end, because Mighty Max scored another one later in the period for a pretty commanding 2-0 lead. The Red Wings turned the tide as the 3rd period started, getting a goal from Jonathan Ericsson, but Fleury made some nice saves to keep them from tying the game. The last save, a diving/flopping sprawl to get Nicklas Lidstrom's shot from in close, will be an iconic one for years to come. After this, Sid the Kid's leg felt plenty good enough to take a victory lap, the Cup-kissing and passing proceeded, and the young Pens got their Championship

Some thoughts on the series:

By the end of the series, the Red Wings truly did look tired. While they downplayed it during most interviews, it seriously affected their play. The Wings' defense, from top to bottom, is by far the best in the league, but they often looked weary. As a result, they sent out bad passes more than usual and looked flat-footed whenever the Pens started a rush.

The injury to Nicklas Lidstrom also was a huge factor in the series, and HORRIFIC if you've read any of the reports. Hockey gives even less injury news than the NFL does, but qualifying testicle surgery as a "lower-body injury" isn't right and showed little concern for how serious the condition may have actually been. Pittsburgh may have dodged the bullet by facing the world's best defender at less than 100% because of whatever this injury was.

I hope that "The Flower" Marc-Andre Fleury can use this victory as a springboard to more consistent and successful goaltending. While his nickname makes him seem a tad girly (a polite way of saying it flat-out sucks) his athleticism is truly astonishing. I can't remember any young goaltender who can move side-to-side as quickly as Marc-Andre, and he bends like Hasek did in his prime. While he seems a bit inconsistent seeing the puck (some of the goals in the losses were pretty bad) his positioning is improving, and his flexibility is clearly outstanding. I look forward to watching the former #1 overall pick develop into a more mature goalie.

Throughout the series I didn't enjoy the "Zetterberg is really shutting down Crosby" talk. I thought this was bull created by the announcers, who constantly look for little things to play up as the "Key To The Series." Crosby was the most dynamic player on the ice in every game except Game 5. Looking at the scoresheet doesn't do justice to how well he creates chances and how hard he works on defense, and there's no question he is the best player in the league. Because he's not physically dominant like Ovechkin or Malkin, you'll always see him do other, more astonishing things. He's a master at changing directions and the stop and go's with teammates, and his ridiculous passes seem to fool even his own wingers. Sid the Kid reminds me of Albert Pujols, who plays at a historically-great level yet is not fully appreciated, because he doesn't seek the media attention like more outspoken Russian wingers playing in Washington do.



Looking to next year, I can't really see the Finals being any different. The Red Wings should be healthier and a force out West again, and the Penguins proved that they really just need to peak in the second half to win the East. The bridesmaids in the Western Conference should be San Jose, who will be trying not to flop for the millionth time, Chicago, with their young stars, and Anaheim, if they can keep the entire team from retiring. In the Eastern Conference, a bunch of flawed contenders exist in Boston (goaltending questions), Washington (wondering when will the other young talent will perform around Ovechkin), New Jersey (Brodeur may be amazing but is certainly old, and the defense is thin), and Philadelphia (been waiting for a #1 starter since Hextall left). This year reminded me why i love the game, with all the amazing hockey being played before my very eyes. The season ended on such a high note that I can't wait for my fix next year. I CAN'T WAIT....


-D.R.

Friday, May 8, 2009

First set of Links

Here are some fun ones:

-with the new Dan Brown "Angels and Demons" coming to theaters, lets recap why he is probably the worst author of all time. Shows his lack of BOTH style and substance

-Apparently the Cowboys let Martellus Bennett, a backup tight end, write a blog. We all know football players are different from the rest of us, but I didn't know they're that weird

-Someone sent this to me a while ago. Undoubtedly one of the coolest engineering projects I have ever seen (don't mind the shotty English)

-Derivations of some basic stats

-I like verbal errors, heres a good list

-DR

Monday, May 4, 2009

Anatomy of a Mancrush

First off I would like to congratuguage use. You truly inspire me each and every day with your ability to rise to the challenge (of your lack of vocabulary). All of this and in addition a great set of predictions
*DISCLAIMER*: As the difference between a Mancrush and a regular crush is quite large, this column is written with the male audience in mind. Women simply will not be able to understand the concepts, given their lack of hanging, erectile genitalia

Male society is not understandable to the outsider. Whereas women like to talk about each other and exist in a personally oriented culture, men look beyond that. Male society is a competitive one, where the chance to one-up another is cultural capital. Then why do we have such a heterosexual fascination with more visible, well renowned men, given that they're clearly better than us? Why does the "Most Interesting Man in the World"
inspire such awe because of his various abilities?

I think the best way to figure it out would be to take a quick glance at my own mancrushes, so I am pleased to present:
Lebron James: Obviously, I love this man. He is a freak of nature, the likes of which have never been seen before. I unabashedly will smile and stare with that sort of hetero-love when he blows past someone in the lane or rushes from behind on a breakaway to swat a shot into the upper deck. His unprecedented combination of power, speed, and athleticism is something that leaves observers wondering "wait, is he actually human?" Not to mention he, at times, has a great beard. All at the age of 24.

(congratulations to the King on his first MVP trophy today, the first of many to come. Much simchas and nachas, as a young Andrew Sidney would have said)

Roberto Luongo: Patrick Roy is 6'1" and had a playing weight around 175-180 pounds. Dominik Hasek, THE best goalie of all time (but that's for a later post) 5'11", 165 lbs. Most goalies fall at about the 6 foot, 175 lb range. The only goalie who has excelled at a larger size was Ken Dryden with the mid to late-70's Canadiens. However, Luongo makes big look better. He is just as quick as a smaller netminder, as the 5 film-frames that it takes him to drop to the ground is considered excellent, only outdone by Jose Theodore (when he was, you know, a good goalie). In addition to the great reflexes, he's simply a massive target in net: when he comes out to face a shot, there is ZERO net visible behind him. His 6'4", 205 lb frame is not the typical lanky build of a goalie either. Chad Ochocinco (nee Johnson) is 2 inches, 10 pounds smaller, and Randy Moss, who is the same height as Luongo, is 5 pounds heavier. The man is a hulking mass of padding in the net, intimidating merely by the sight of him. Needless to say shooters must flip out when facing him, thinking "where the hell can the puck go." And the man, with his Italian roots, grows a great playoff beard.

Dallas Green: to quote a reputable source, the man "has the voice of a thousand angels." His band Alexisonfire uses the sharp contrast of his ethereal voice with the outright screaming of George Pettit to create an effect that is at first disarming, and then amazing. His side project, City and Colour, highlights his amazing voice with acoustic backgrounds and improvisation. The soloist work can bring you to tears with the emotion poured into it. Also, his versatility is apparent with the Bukowski quotes and obscure movie phrases he uses in titles/lyrics. The man has a great deal of talent in the musical industry, and is disarmingly charming and funny in his live sets. While Dallas grows a hobo's beard, he does so with a flourish and confidence that you can't help but respect.

Edward Norton: the most versatile, believable actor of this generation. From a skinhead in American History X to a gambling addict in Rounders to a schizophrenic/split personality in Fight Club, Norton always is superb in any role. He has a great voice when expressing incredulity, bordering on a squeak (which is why he was such a great Worm), and his curb stomp is so unexpected, but of such perfect form, that anyone, ANYONE, will gasp or cry out. In his more vicious, assertive roles (think Derek Vinyard or Eisenheim) he deploys a great set of facial hair.

Leo Tolstoy: War and Peace. Realist Fiction. Writing on nonviolence influenced Gandhi and MLK Jr. Life imitated his art. "Greatest of all novelists" -Virginia Woolf. Great Beard

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Blue lightsaber. Defeats Anakin. Wise, loyal, humble. Always bearded, always on the side of good.

If we look at these gentlemen, there are a few things apparent. First, they fulfill some ideal of perfection that isn't observable in most other people. Be it physical prowess or imposing presence, musical talent or creative innovation, a man crush is someone that we look up to without even knowing why. In addition, each gentleman makes us think. Maybe they make us think out loud, involuntarily yell out, or unite some ideas that we'd never linked before, but they have control over our minds. Last, and most importantly, the beard.
A beard can be the difference between respect and reverence. Society demands that people in more visible positions shave that beard (think Jason Giambi going to the Yankees), but the people we love are willing to take that chance, to fight authority as to what can and cannot be presented on one's face. Everyone respects and wants to emulate the Dalai Lama, Michael J. Fox and Barack Obama, but people want to BECOME Robert E. Lee, Gandhi, and Da Vinci, live their lives and wear their fur. The beard is never used for evil, but only to inspire love. So love away on your mancrushes, they are the heroes we need in a male culture lacking them
(for a great listing of man's most favorite bunch of men, check out www.mancrush.com)

-DR

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Blogging?

Since this is my first REAL post, I figure I'll be somewhat socially responsible about it. So there's a subject I want to start this whole shabang with: our collective intelligence

Let's be serious, since people started with this whole "lets make new technology" thing, there has always been a counterattack to it. When people invented the printing press, it was apparently the work of the devil. Television turns people into mindless zombies, since the one-way communication provides us with answers but we don't get to formulate our own questions. In every "A.I." movie you've ever seen, the machines have a propensity to harm or enslave humans. So instead of these common sources of hyperbole, I'd rather look at the internet phenomenon of sharing information.

Look around you and see what people use their computers for. The quiet girl next to you is writing on a political message board, feverishly bashing Obama's new economic plans as "RomneyFan505." The guy with the backwards hat on is obviously checking his fantasy baseball roster, checking stats after a young pitcher just had a great debut. The three kids with laptops in the back of the library are playing World of Warcraft, and have been for the entire five hours you've been there. 

I've heard it said that the internet will democratize the world. There are approximately 100 million active blogs, which should mean most people who otherwise would not be heard are now getting a chance to put their ideas "out there". The opportunity to learn and share information is far beyond that of any previous generation. Our "information age" is supposed to lead us toward an educated utopia

But the truth is, the internet may already be responsible for a great amount of social discord. The internet is an interface for communication, a third party for otherwise face-to-face interactions. The problem with this interface is that it breaks down a great deal of contact. How is TYPING IN BOLD, CAPITALIZED LETTERS a substitute for the physical expression of anger? How come the 2/5, 1R, 1RBI of a box score is acceptable as an alternative to going to a baseball game? The answer is that the internet has made it acceptable for us to hide.

An email begging forgiveness is nowhere near as effective or meaningful as the person doing so in person. The three kids playing WoW all have slight builds and acne down to their toes, so their online avatars are well-muscled creatures of enviable proportions, their names something heroic like "Knightslayer", "HellsHammer", and the like. Most forms of the internet are a way of masking our identities and "being who we want to be." This is the reason that video blogs have not caught on as well as weblogs: seeing our own appearance does not allow us enough of a disconnect to properly express the controversial opinions we may espouse.

If everyone has these strong opinions, then why is the internet even necessary? All it takes is some sort of personal fortitude, a belief in yourself, to truly express yourself. Some may say "information is evolving, and this is the new form it is taking." To me, that's a coward's way out. Seeing a picture of the Grand Canyon is not the same as seeing the real thing. In the same vein, having an in-person discussion is not the same as messaging back and forth, and definitely winning a race in "Gran Turismo" is not the same as winning a real life drag race.

So what is this ramble about? I'm asking one thing of any reader: use the Internet to learn skills and for self-analysis. If you can express your opinions online, use that practice to express them in person. If a fighting MMORPG engages a repressed urge for activity, use that energy to play soccer. Or football. Or even hopscotch. Don't hide. Do go out and use your abilities. Do be proactive. Do make yourself heard, through people's ears and not their eyes. Because the axiom "Knowledge is Power" is flawed. Confidence is the true currency of our world

-DR
(did you really think Cool Katz speaks like that?)