Hockey sucks.

I’ve never been much of a hockey fan, and the only time I really work up any enthusiasm for it is if the Buffalo Sabres somehow make it to one of the deeper rounds in the NHL playoffs. I find the game tough to watch on TV (“Where the hell is the puck?!”), I don’t see enough nuance in the game to bother figuring out the more obscure rules (every time things get going nicely and I think, “OK, this might be cool”, suddenly someone blows a whistle, everything stops, and the announcer says, “Ooooooh, so-and-so called for icing” or “Whosis crosses the blue line!”), and the game’s love-and-sometimes-hate relationship with violence really turns me off. What’s the damned point about fighting in hockey? Other sports don’t need it. It’s stupid, macho, idiot crap, and it’s no reason to watch a sport. If I wanted to watch a fight, I’d watch boxing. Or a 1970s Clint Eastwood movie.

So I haven’t been paying much attention at all to hockey this year, which is why I didn’t hear about a violent incident that apparently took place the other night: one player literally came up behind another one and cold-cocked him in the back of the head, sending him first into unconsciousness on the ice and then to the hospital with a broken neck.

I was listening to the Jim Rome Show on the radio a bit ago, and Rome had an interview with some hockey journalist or something who made the usual demands for very strict punishment — a year’s suspension, say — and speculating on the problems this causes for hockey as a sport. In the midst of this, this hockey-guy points out that this event was likely precipitated by some bad blood between the same two teams dating to a previous incident several weeks ago, and then he says: “If this were a legal case, it wouldn’t be hard to prove premeditation.”

IF this were a legal case.”

To which I immediately think, “Why the hell isn’t this a legal case?!”

Somehow, I suspect that if I walked up behind some coworker at The Store and punched him in such a way as to give him a concussion and result in hospitalization, I wouldn’t be looking at a year’s suspension from my job. And yet, no punishment has as yet been announced by the NHL on this guy, and to my knowledge, no charges have been filed (although they may come).

As far as I am concerned, this player should not be suspended for a year. He should be banned from the game for life, and that should be the least of his problems anyway, because he should also be awaiting trial for assault.

(last paragraph edited so it makes sense)

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Huh? Whuzzat?!

A frustrating thing about listening to NPR on the way into work is that invariably I’ll hear a tease of a story I want to hear that’s coming a bit later on, but I’ll already be at work and not get to hear it. Yeah, I can hear it on the Web when I get home, but sometimes I forget or it’s something really interesting or relates a bit of news I didn’t know about. This happened this morning when the announcer says, “Coming up later on Morning Edition, remembering actor Paul Winfield.”

Now, knowing as I do that “remembering” someone, in NPR parlance, usually means that they have died, I immediately wondered if Mr. Winfield had, in fact, passed on. Sadly, he did in fact die of a heart attack the other day.

I always liked his work, starting with the first time I saw him: as Captain Terrell, the poor Starfleet officer forced (along with Commander Chekov) to turn traitor in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. Later I saw him in good roles in Presumed Innocent and other films, and he had a memorable supporting role in a major story arc on LA Law.

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Eye Candy on a Slow Blogging Day

Today’s obviously been pretty busy — even though I got home from work at 2:00, I had to go right back out again after changing and showering — and thus, today’s entries are pretty dull. It happens. So just gaze upon this wonderment for a bit:

That dust shell is six light years in diameter. Details here.

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Tables of Contents

Check out the ruminations on magazine Tables of Contents over on 2Blowhards. Interesting stuff that I’ve never given much thought, because I never look at the ToC in a magazine — I just page through, beginning to end. In fact, with some magazines (WIRED and Realms of Fantasy leap to mind) I specifically do not look at the ToC, lest it spoil the surprise of the contents.

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Really? Me?

Like everyone else right now (including Morat, who wants traffic), I took the Libertarian Purity Test. And yeah, it’s pretty stupid. I tend to ignore people in direct proportion to the amount of stuff they want to privatize.

Anyway, what struck me as weird about this quiz was how I got a really low score — something like eleven or twelve out of 100 — and still, the thing’s grading scale tells me, “You have some Libertarian leanings! Explore them!”

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Why the Web Was Invented, Reason #48579.

Check this out: A site which archives every TV political ad in the US from the major party nominees. Want to go back and watch “Morning In America” again? or the Willie Horton ad? or any other one? They’re all here. Coolness galore, for political history junkies like myself. (One thing I’m sad about is that this will be the first election year since 1992 that I didn’t have access to C-SPAN at home. I love how that network shows old political convention coverage, old presidential debates, and that kind of thing. I find political history more interesting, often times, than contemporary politics.)

(via Digby)

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“Nothing of note happened today.”

So wrote Louis XIV in his personal diary, on the day his subjects stormed the Bastille. (Or so I remember, and right now I’m too lazy to look it up.) Anyway, that’s basically the story of my day at The Store today, except that I rediscovered an old affliction that you’ll find in every manager on Earth: when they assume a job will “just take a couple of minutes”, plan on an hour. It’s sort of the reverse of the “Miracle Worker” thing I mentioned a few weeks back, the difference being that if the manager asks you for a time-estimate, you can play the “Miracle Worker” game; but if the manager already has a time estimate in mind, get ready, because you’re likely to end up looking like a clod.

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It’s “ukUlele”!

John Scalzi asks for suggestions of songs that would sound cool played on a ukulele. Problem is, he misspells “ukulele” throughout the post, going with the common — but wrong — “ukelele”.

Yeah, I know, this is incredible nitpicking. Thing is, I’ve had this word as a spelling pet-peeve of mine ever since this particular word’s correct spelling actually became an important plot point in the movie In the Line of Fire, which is one of my favorite movies. And if you haven’t seen it and you’re wondering how a thriller about a Secret Service agent working to avert a Presidential assassination could possibly turn on the spelling of “ukulele”, no, I’m not gonna tell you. Go rent it.

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Striking Gold in Blogistan

Kevin Drum has apparently joined the ranks of folks whose blogging prowess is so impressive that someone has offered to pay him to blog. Congratulations to him!

Which makes me dream wistfully of, say, The Buffalo News deciding to upgrade its Web services, including some Buffalo-based blogs. Hiring me would be a no-brainer, right? Oh, and I’d like a pony.

(BTW, my ranking on Google for “Buffalo blog” has dropped to third, which is unacceptable. I will be the Buffalo blog. You know what to do, folks.)

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