The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
The Good
Tonight the Montreal Canadiens retired Larry Robinson's number.
I met Larry years ago when he was the assistant coach of the Devils. I used to play hockey in the same rink the Devils practiced so we would bump into each other a few times.
It started off with a small conversation of me asking him for advice, which I will always remember: "Always keep moving, keep your stick on the ice, and never, ever get caught in a corner." From then it would always be "hey how's it going?" sort of scenarios.
The next season was the '94 Lockout and I ran into Larry while he was helping out with the Devils' farm team up in Albany. I had broken my ankle playing hockey over the summer so I was in this huge cast. We discussed my lovely injury and his ideas on the lockout. The usually kind of BSing between two people.
My one favorite moments, though, was towards the end of the lockout. I ran into Larry at the bar across the street from the rink and he was there with Jacques Lemaire, the Devils' head coach at the time, and Jacques Garon, their goalie coach. I knew they were busy talking but I just wanted to let Larry know the cast was off and I got most of the pins and plates removed. He invited me to sit down with them and have a beer. When Lemaire asked me what had happened, I told him my story. "Oh, one time I broke some bones and they wanted to put some pins in me. I said 'no way.' Those are bad." He turned to Larry and he said "didn't they want to do that to you when you broke your leg?" Larry responded with "ya, but I wouldn't let them." I didn't want to take up their time so I thanked them for the beer and left.
It wasn't until I was walking away that I realized I had just compared pins and plates stories with two of the greatest hockey players who ever played the game. I know of thousands of Montreal fans who would've given up their first born child to have that experience again.
The Bad
While I love snow, driving in it is the bane of my existence. We got about four inches of the white stuff last night so I had to deal with the roads when I left my house this morning. Thankfully my town does an excellent job plowing the roads (nice to see my tax dollars at work). It's the rest of the towns in this area that suck. Makes me glad I bought an SUV.
The Ugly
I am once again drowning in Grading Hell. This time I'm grading papers from my 20th Century U.S. History class. This was the first two paragraphs of one paper:
The scary part? This is a college student. And people wonder why I hate grading so much.
Tonight the Montreal Canadiens retired Larry Robinson's number.
I met Larry years ago when he was the assistant coach of the Devils. I used to play hockey in the same rink the Devils practiced so we would bump into each other a few times.
It started off with a small conversation of me asking him for advice, which I will always remember: "Always keep moving, keep your stick on the ice, and never, ever get caught in a corner." From then it would always be "hey how's it going?" sort of scenarios.
The next season was the '94 Lockout and I ran into Larry while he was helping out with the Devils' farm team up in Albany. I had broken my ankle playing hockey over the summer so I was in this huge cast. We discussed my lovely injury and his ideas on the lockout. The usually kind of BSing between two people.
My one favorite moments, though, was towards the end of the lockout. I ran into Larry at the bar across the street from the rink and he was there with Jacques Lemaire, the Devils' head coach at the time, and Jacques Garon, their goalie coach. I knew they were busy talking but I just wanted to let Larry know the cast was off and I got most of the pins and plates removed. He invited me to sit down with them and have a beer. When Lemaire asked me what had happened, I told him my story. "Oh, one time I broke some bones and they wanted to put some pins in me. I said 'no way.' Those are bad." He turned to Larry and he said "didn't they want to do that to you when you broke your leg?" Larry responded with "ya, but I wouldn't let them." I didn't want to take up their time so I thanked them for the beer and left.
It wasn't until I was walking away that I realized I had just compared pins and plates stories with two of the greatest hockey players who ever played the game. I know of thousands of Montreal fans who would've given up their first born child to have that experience again.
The Bad
While I love snow, driving in it is the bane of my existence. We got about four inches of the white stuff last night so I had to deal with the roads when I left my house this morning. Thankfully my town does an excellent job plowing the roads (nice to see my tax dollars at work). It's the rest of the towns in this area that suck. Makes me glad I bought an SUV.
The Ugly
I am once again drowning in Grading Hell. This time I'm grading papers from my 20th Century U.S. History class. This was the first two paragraphs of one paper:
Pearl Harbor was attacked on many years ago on December 7, 1941. This was a surprise to just about everyone possible. It changed peoples lives drastically and did not know how to handle any of the occurring situations that came along. Because of this many loved ones were killed to help fight and their lives were destroyed to help other out in times of need. At first no one saw that this was all coming and for the most part were not ready for anything to happen.OK, let me ask you: does this make any fucking sense whatsoever? It's supposed to be about Pearl Harbor. At least, I think it is about Pearl Harbor as that's the title of the paper. The rest of the paper could be on anything that took place in history since the entire thing was so vague.
Many had come from other places to help America out but yet others did not want anything to do at all. Some places were grateful enough to help out and give us help with products and others did not care whatsoever at all. Everyone was happy to get whatever help they were able to receive while the attack was going. Being helped showed that others did not want to happen as well.
The scary part? This is a college student. And people wonder why I hate grading so much.
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