Roboturner913
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Anybody else feel sick to their stomach? (moping thread, now with peanut butter)
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Anton H Christ
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I don't know man in every other losing streak during the duration of my canes fandom we had a much less skilled team, I'm a little more confident than usual. Although that fact can easily go the other way too, as in how the hell is a team with those two top lines failing to score?
Maybe im just a pessimist but i expected this.
Maybe im just a pessimist but i expected this.
Roboturner913
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I am definitely a pessimist, and I didn't think they were as good a team as they showed early on, but I didn't think they would just give up on the season the way they have, either. I would love to be a fly on the wall in the locker room, or Muller and JR meetings, just to find out what is going on. Something clearly ain't right.
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Anton Dubinchuk
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I'm sick to my stomach. But I think it's an actual virus.
Due to this team? Nah. I do a pretty good job of not buying into a team's success until it's at least a pretty good shot. 6 games ago someone started a "we're going to win the Cup" thread, and among other things, I said slow your roll there kid.
This team is too much of a joke year in and year out for me to hop on the optimism train until there's a LOT more reason to do so. I don't think there's much this team could do at this point that would really make me sick to my stomach, no amount of ineptitude is surprising anymore.
I just stay because through all the crap I just ****ing love this team.
Due to this team? Nah. I do a pretty good job of not buying into a team's success until it's at least a pretty good shot. 6 games ago someone started a "we're going to win the Cup" thread, and among other things, I said slow your roll there kid.
This team is too much of a joke year in and year out for me to hop on the optimism train until there's a LOT more reason to do so. I don't think there's much this team could do at this point that would really make me sick to my stomach, no amount of ineptitude is surprising anymore.
I just stay because through all the crap I just ****ing love this team.
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Anton Dubinchuk
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The scary thing about a shortened season is that a better team can hit a skid at the same time a lesser one gets hot and before you know it, that's all she wrote.
Pavelic is the only reason you guys lost and he can't play like that every night. Buck up.
Pavelic is the only reason you guys lost and he can't play like that every night. Buck up.
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WE'RE IN! WE'RE IN! YES! YES! WOO!
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Seth Jones, Justin Faulk and Ryan Murphy (all RH) patrolling our blue line for next few years would be awesome. With good support of another two homegrown players in Lowe and Levi.
Incubajerks
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Disgusting effort, no emotion at all. We need someone on defense so badly. Every year seems to be the same old story, calculating points back and games left is so depressing.
(Sorry for my english, i know is very poor...)
(Sorry for my english, i know is very poor...)
Anton Dubinchuk
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Dude, as much as we suck right now, I seriously doubt we get a top 2 pick, which is the only way we're getting Jones.
Unless you're banking on us winning the lottery, which IIRC lets any non-playoff team get the 1st overall pick this year...
SCanedinavian
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And so begins the "Alex Semin has a contract so now he's stopped performing, I told you"-posts on Twitter etc, completely ignoring the fact that the rest of the team seem to have decided to just call it a season.
There were asshats all over the place last night on Semin's first mishandled pass moaning about "35 million dollars.. rabble rabble rabble"
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Maybe someone can clear it up, but don't we get extra balls in the hopper since we haven't made the playoffs recently?
Anton Dubinchuk
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Only if there wasn't a season this year. There is a season. So they'll do it like normal.
tarheelhockey
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That was the plan if the draft was canceled due to lockout. Since we ended up playing the season, we go back to the normal reverse-order-with-lottery format. This season they're expanding the lottery to give ALL non-playoff teams a snowball's chance at the #1 pick.
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I wouldn't say mine is a "sick to my stomach" feeling. To me this feels more like when bread pops out of the toaster and you open the jar of peanut butter only to find it's almost gone and there's really not enough to spread generously over 2 pieces. There's no good alternative like jam, because someone in the house likes orange marmalade not strawberry like normal people and you didn't do the shoppin, or even worse, regular buttered toast because the butter is still cold in the package in the fridge and everyone knows that butter straight from the fridge (even cut into the thinnest of pats and placed in orderly rows between 2 slices of warm toast to melt) never really melts all the way and wind up as uneven butter blobs because it wasn't really spread like it was meant to be in the first place. Besides, the whole project was begun to meet a sudden craving of PEANUT butter toast.
So rather than settle for an alternative, you do an eyeball-estimate of peanut butter left in the jar, factor-in the difficulty you know will come, and spread just enough onto the first slice to meet the minimum threshold for satisfaction. Then you extract the last easy-to-get-at blobs and spread them on the 2nd. As expected, the 2nd slice is so woefully under-covered that to stop there you may as well have put more on the 1st slice and eat 2nd dry, but you knew this already. You knew this would happen when you did your initial estimate and still committed to 2 slices of peanut butter toast, so you get to work making it happen...scraping scraping scraping spreading scraping scraping scraping spreading....undeterred, spreading meager bits of peanut butter thinking "I WILL get at every bit!". You're rewarded with noticable progress at first, but your 2nd slice is still unsatisfactory when you reach the point...and everyone knows the point I'm talking about... where the amount of peanut butter removed per scrape dramatically plummets...
Now it's gut check time. The moment of Truth to see what kind of person you are. If you want to make any more progress with the dwindling streaks you'll have to apply more and more pressure as you scrape and dig around in there, but you're know that because you grabbed a regular table knife (way back when you thought there was plenty inside the jar) and they have those those teeny tiny serrations on the part of the edge you're using, you'll also be carving-out an increasing number of little curly-tails of peanut butter jar plastic from the inside wall as you do, and they will wind up on your toast.
Not being metrosexual enough to have bought an array of rubber smooth-bladed spatulas in order to have one small enough to get into the jar and extract the PB efficiently and cleanly, or to know where they are if your wife had snuck some into the house, and even if she had and you knew where they were around there somewhere, are you so gutless as to actually put down the knife and rummage around for it? Rummage around for a limp rubber and plastic handled spatula, something that is used to put icing on cupcakes?...
Hell no. Even with nobody looking it's already lame enough you're handling a knife that has no killing point or heft and edge that could cleave a skull or gut an elk, but at least it's a metal knife, kind of. Hopefully, you're not even aware of the spatula-option because your mind is tweaked to shoot it down prior to it even becoming a blip at the edge of your gray matter radar display. No, the most you maaaaaybe register in your mind is "Sure, if I continue to scrape harder I'll be ingesting some plastic petrochemicals", but even as you do you dig-in without outwardly missing a beat. That's right, you dig-in hard, then even harder as you embrace the notion that you have the kind of intestinal fortitude that will shrug off anything passing through your system...hundreds perhaps thousands of petrochemical solid curlytail scrapings...so what. PCBs, dioxins...whatever. A noxious cocktail sludging through your guts....you know you can handle with not so much as a blink. You want peanut butter toast and don't care what else is on there as long as the peanut butter is.
And so you scrape every bit of contaminated peanut butter out of the jar and now you have enough for the toast. And you eat it. And you like it. And it tastes extra-good...maybe even the best you ever had.. because you threw away the scraped-clean peanut butter jar deliberately into the regular garbage bin, not the recycling bin where the kind of people who would have gone for the spatula would pester you to throw it, and didn't settle for inferior orange marmalade or that goddammed cold butter either.
That's more like how I feel right now.
So rather than settle for an alternative, you do an eyeball-estimate of peanut butter left in the jar, factor-in the difficulty you know will come, and spread just enough onto the first slice to meet the minimum threshold for satisfaction. Then you extract the last easy-to-get-at blobs and spread them on the 2nd. As expected, the 2nd slice is so woefully under-covered that to stop there you may as well have put more on the 1st slice and eat 2nd dry, but you knew this already. You knew this would happen when you did your initial estimate and still committed to 2 slices of peanut butter toast, so you get to work making it happen...scraping scraping scraping spreading scraping scraping scraping spreading....undeterred, spreading meager bits of peanut butter thinking "I WILL get at every bit!". You're rewarded with noticable progress at first, but your 2nd slice is still unsatisfactory when you reach the point...and everyone knows the point I'm talking about... where the amount of peanut butter removed per scrape dramatically plummets...
Now it's gut check time. The moment of Truth to see what kind of person you are. If you want to make any more progress with the dwindling streaks you'll have to apply more and more pressure as you scrape and dig around in there, but you're know that because you grabbed a regular table knife (way back when you thought there was plenty inside the jar) and they have those those teeny tiny serrations on the part of the edge you're using, you'll also be carving-out an increasing number of little curly-tails of peanut butter jar plastic from the inside wall as you do, and they will wind up on your toast.
Not being metrosexual enough to have bought an array of rubber smooth-bladed spatulas in order to have one small enough to get into the jar and extract the PB efficiently and cleanly, or to know where they are if your wife had snuck some into the house, and even if she had and you knew where they were around there somewhere, are you so gutless as to actually put down the knife and rummage around for it? Rummage around for a limp rubber and plastic handled spatula, something that is used to put icing on cupcakes?...
Hell no. Even with nobody looking it's already lame enough you're handling a knife that has no killing point or heft and edge that could cleave a skull or gut an elk, but at least it's a metal knife, kind of. Hopefully, you're not even aware of the spatula-option because your mind is tweaked to shoot it down prior to it even becoming a blip at the edge of your gray matter radar display. No, the most you maaaaaybe register in your mind is "Sure, if I continue to scrape harder I'll be ingesting some plastic petrochemicals", but even as you do you dig-in without outwardly missing a beat. That's right, you dig-in hard, then even harder as you embrace the notion that you have the kind of intestinal fortitude that will shrug off anything passing through your system...hundreds perhaps thousands of petrochemical solid curlytail scrapings...so what. PCBs, dioxins...whatever. A noxious cocktail sludging through your guts....you know you can handle with not so much as a blink. You want peanut butter toast and don't care what else is on there as long as the peanut butter is.
And so you scrape every bit of contaminated peanut butter out of the jar and now you have enough for the toast. And you eat it. And you like it. And it tastes extra-good...maybe even the best you ever had.. because you threw away the scraped-clean peanut butter jar deliberately into the regular garbage bin, not the recycling bin where the kind of people who would have gone for the spatula would pester you to throw it, and didn't settle for inferior orange marmalade or that goddammed cold butter either.
That's more like how I feel right now.
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