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The two best teams in the NHL going at it on the night of the Royal Rumble!
The two best teams in the NHL going at it on the night of the Royal Rumble!
GDT: GAME 54 - Saturday, February 1st, 2025 - Winnipeg Jets at Washington Capitals - 6:00pm CST - CITY-TV/SN West - CJOB/Power 97
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Best versus best tonight and a great measuring stick for the Jets. Caps are a big talented team that uses it's size so the Jets better be ready. Going for a sweep on the road trip and 6 straight over all. Only negative it's on SN so it will be Ovie this Ovie that.
Xavier Laflamme
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The fact it's not the feature game tonight tells you all you need to know about shity Sportsnet . I know Toronto has lots of fans but come on it's the top 2 teams playing against each other and they only play each other twice a regular season.
kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
Thanks @macmaroon - really glad that you put up this great story. It brings a flood of good memories. My parents were characters - the first five years of my life were spent living in a one room shack in a campus housing project, near the University of Montana (where they were both in school). The good part is that these shacks (quite nice honestly) were on the shores of Flathead Lake, close to the so-called Biology Station... so it was a lot of swimming, chilling out and recreation as a young coelacanth. We were one of very few Canadian families living there, lots of friends made from all over the US (California, NY state, others).
As for scolding and discipline, in all honesty, my parents went easy on us (truth!).
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But really, we'd get shaken out of bed 30 minutes before we went to sleep, get up, clean the lake, walk barefoot to the coal mines, pull out 4 tonnes of coal on a 20 hour shift, and if we were lucky the manager would'nt kill us with our own picks. Then, we'd walk home 7 miles, whereupon the parents would promptly cut our throats and bury us in a cairn of granite, and dance on our graves singing hallelujah.
Go Jets, lets smash the unholy Capped, drive them before us in a paroxysm of unbridled wanton offensive thrusts.
As for scolding and discipline, in all honesty, my parents went easy on us (truth!).
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But really, we'd get shaken out of bed 30 minutes before we went to sleep, get up, clean the lake, walk barefoot to the coal mines, pull out 4 tonnes of coal on a 20 hour shift, and if we were lucky the manager would'nt kill us with our own picks. Then, we'd walk home 7 miles, whereupon the parents would promptly cut our throats and bury us in a cairn of granite, and dance on our graves singing hallelujah.
Go Jets, lets smash the unholy Capped, drive them before us in a paroxysm of unbridled wanton offensive thrusts.
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bustamente
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Leafs could have the worst record in the league and they would still be the national game on a Saturday night.
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This guy is close, plus he has 21 goals and has to be the surprise of the year from a Caps perspective.
kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
A number of the Capped (eg, Capitals or Caps) are having career years. They also have quite good goal tending, and of course, mighty log sawing Dubois who is enjoying a rare good year, having shaken the curse of LA.
Let's acknowledge all of this.
OTOH
... and in my humble estimation the Jets will ride the wave of dead Broons, and will run rampant through the Capped defences, stripping them of dignity, sanity, and yes, the game itself.
Let's acknowledge all of this.
OTOH
... and in my humble estimation the Jets will ride the wave of dead Broons, and will run rampant through the Capped defences, stripping them of dignity, sanity, and yes, the game itself.
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Xavier Laflamme
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Pffft guy is only 6'6, can't compare to 6'7, you just can't teach 6'7 but 6'6 can be taught.
Do you understand now?
kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
Wow. You are an awesome son! I loved my mom but we were never as close as you and yours. I’m glad that you have all of these awesome memories of your time with her.The Jets take on the Washington Capitals tonight in what is sure to be an exciting game. The Jets brought their mothers on an earlier road trip and it got me thinking about my own mother, who passed away a year ago this week. If you will indulge me, I would like to share some of my more fonder memories of her...
As a child, I was a pretty good kid. I never got into too much trouble and only occasionally got the “wooden spoon” on the bum. I've got a t-shirt for that...
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Anyway, one day, I can't remember what I did, but it warranted a spank on the behind, and my Mom used the flyswatter this time (as I guess she was baking and the wooden spoon was unavailable). When she did this, the flyswatter broke and she got upset. As a kid, I felt bad as I thought she liked the flyswatter and was upset that I broke it. So I opened up my piggy bank and went down to the Co-Op on Wall Street and bought her another one. The look on her face was priceless, I did good! Years later, she told me she was upset that she may have hit me too hard. I still have that flyswatter today...
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I remember playing in the front yard one day and I was attacked by someone's dog. I screamed as the dog was biting me, and whipping around the corner was my Mom with a broom and she taught that dog a lesson it would not forget! I still have a scar where the dog bit me, but it could have been a whole lot worse...
After my father passed away, I was the one who took care of my Mom. Well, actually, it was the other way around, she took care of me. Anyway, we began going on holidays together, usually going to Las Vegas at least twice a year, once by car and then by plane at Christmas time. My father died Christmas Day and her father (my Swedish Grandfather) died on Christmas Eve, so the holiday season is not very special for us. One Christmas when we were at the airport heading for Vegas, Canada Customs randomly selected my mother to have her hands swabbed and tested. Well, the test came back positive and they thought it was a mistake so they tried it once more. Positive again! They then turned to me and tested my hands, and the tests came back negative. They couldn't believe it and told my mother to wash her hands and they would test it again. This time it was negative and we were free to go. After watching all of those Border Security shows, I assume they were looking for drugs. The only thing I could see was that my mother was not wearing gloves when she got into the taxi cab, and I assume whatever she touched had drugs on it. I, on the other hand, wore my gloves in the cab. Needless to say, that was quite the experience, I never knew my mother was a drug mule...
My mother never liked flying, as she was afraid of heights, so in the summer, we would always drive to Las Vegas. I usually took a different route each time so we could see a new part of the United States. One year, we went to Denver, which she enjoyed, and then drove through the Rocky Mountains towards Utah. Well, she didn't like that at all, as she was on the floor the whole time. While I thought the scenery was spectacular, she was having none of that and she did not want to go that way to Vegas ever again! The next year, we ended up going to Denver once again, but this time, I drove south towards New Mexico. No sooner did we leave Colorado Springs, a huge storm hit and it absolutely poured. Fortunately, I was behind a semitrailer and could see the taillights. As long as I could see them, I continued to drive. Then it started to hail, it was awful, the car was being pummelled, but I continued to follow the semi. By now, my mother was pleading for me to stop the car, but I kept driving. Then the wind picked up and started the blow the car around and it was just crazy. The semi finally pulled off to the side of the road, so I did as well. The car was just rocking from the wind and the hail for a good thirty minutes. I thought we might even have been blown over with such strong winds. Finally, things started to calm down and the semi started to move, and so did I. The roads looked like a winter storm hit and the fields were absolutely white with hail. When we finally reached our destination (Raton, New Mexico), we were told that we had gone through an area that a tornado had touched down! My Mom made me promise that we would never travel through Colorado again, and I kept my word. All of our remaining trips together avoided the state entirely. My little Saturn Putt-Putt still has the dents from that storm...
Whenever we went to Vegas, we would always have breakfast at the Ports O'Call buffet in the Gold Coast Casino. I guess we went so often that we were considered regulars. They would always give us a big hug when we arrived and made sure they seated my mother as close to the buffet as possible. One particular occasion, my brother was with us and they had ordered a pot of coffee to split between them. My brother apparently drank all the coffee, so when the server came around, my mother asked her for some more coffee. I think the server misunderstood my mother as she gave her a very dirty look, then proceeded to try and pour coffee into her cup and realized that it was empty. She quickly left the table and returned a short time later with a full one, then she immediately poured my mother a cup and then asked if there was anything else. Needless to say, after that when we went to that buffet, if my mother asked for more coffee, they would always bring her another pot. Unfortunately, the buffet at the Gold Coast is gone, but the memories will live on...
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I remember my mother was playing one of the slot machines at the Orleans Casino and she won what looked like a big pot, so I took a picture of her with the winning combination. “How come I'm not winning big,” she asked. I told her what did she expect when she was playing nine cents a spin. I told her if she wanted to “win big” she would have to increase her bet. She would have none of that, nine cents a spin was fine by her. Eventually, she finally took my advise, and she won big..
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In the summer when we went to Vegas, we would stop in at the local thrift stores so I could look for some funny t-shirts. My mother usually looked through the blouses, but on one occasion, she helped me look for shirts. Well, it's a good thing she did, as she found one and bought it for me...
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I remember the first time we went to Las Vegas for Christmas and my mother was packing her suitcase. She was trying things on, and one of the items she was taking was a woollen winter hat, which I had never seen before. I asked her where she got the hat, she said she had bought it in the 1970s at Eaton's. It was $10 (which was a lot of money back then), but she just had to have it. I said I had never seen her wear it before, and she said she had buyers remorse. Well, I really liked the hat and encouraged her to wear it to Vegas. No word of a lie, every year that we went to Sin City at Christmas, at least six to eight people would stop us and comment on my mother's hat. “See Mom,” I said, “everybody loves your hat...”
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The only regret with my mother was not being able to take her to see the Jets 2.0 play. She did get to go see the Jets 1.0 play the Vancouver Canucks in a playoff game back in 1992. My sister was able to get some tickets, and my mother had a really good time. It was during the “White Out” and man, that arena was loud! It was nice that she was able to experience that...
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I miss you Mom, you are worth more than that to me...
Go Jets Go!
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kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
Let me have men about me that are rotund;
Capital sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’night.
Yon Jet has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much - such men are dangerous.
Hell is empty, and all the Capitals are here.
I think the Ovie’d Capital is but a man, as I am.
The violet smells to him as it doth to me.
The element shows to him as it doth to me.
All his senses have but human conditions.
His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears
But a regular dead-assed hoser.
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you had it roughThanks @macmaroon - really glad that you put up this great story. It brings a flood of good memories. My parents were characters - the first five years of my life were spent living in a one room shack in a campus housing project, near the University of Montana (where they were both in school). The good part is that these shacks (quite nice honestly) were on the shores of Flathead Lake, close to the so-called Biology Station... so it was a lot of swimming, chilling out and recreation as a young coelacanth. We were one of very few Canadian families living there, lots of friends made from all over the US (California, NY state, others).
As for scolding and discipline, in all honesty, my parents went easy on us (truth!).
+++++++
+++++++
But really, we'd get shaken out of bed 30 minutes before we went to sleep, get up, clean the lake, walk barefoot to the coal mines, pull out 4 tonnes of coal on a 20 hour shift, and if we were lucky the manager would'nt kill us with our own picks. Then, we'd walk home 7 miles, whereupon the parents would promptly cut our throats and bury us in a cairn of granite, and dance on our graves singing hallelujah.
Go Jets, lets smash the unholy Capped, drive them before us in a paroxysm of unbridled wanton offensive thrusts.
Thanks for reposting this.The Jets take on the Washington Capitals tonight in what is sure to be an exciting game. The Jets brought their mothers on an earlier road trip and it got me thinking about my own mother, who passed away a year ago this week. If you will indulge me, I would like to share some of my more fonder memories of her...
As a child, I was a pretty good kid. I never got into too much trouble and only occasionally got the “wooden spoon” on the bum. I've got a t-shirt for that...
View attachment 970481
Anyway, one day, I can't remember what I did, but it warranted a spank on the behind, and my Mom used the flyswatter this time (as I guess she was baking and the wooden spoon was unavailable). When she did this, the flyswatter broke and she got upset. As a kid, I felt bad as I thought she liked the flyswatter and was upset that I broke it. So I opened up my piggy bank and went down to the Co-Op on Wall Street and bought her another one. The look on her face was priceless, I did good! Years later, she told me she was upset that she may have hit me too hard. I still have that flyswatter today...
View attachment 970491
I remember playing in the front yard one day and I was attacked by someone's dog. I screamed as the dog was biting me, and whipping around the corner was my Mom with a broom and she taught that dog a lesson it would not forget! I still have a scar where the dog bit me, but it could have been a whole lot worse...
After my father passed away, I was the one who took care of my Mom. Well, actually, it was the other way around, she took care of me. Anyway, we began going on holidays together, usually going to Las Vegas at least twice a year, once by car and then by plane at Christmas time. My father died Christmas Day and her father (my Swedish Grandfather) died on Christmas Eve, so the holiday season is not very special for us. One Christmas when we were at the airport heading for Vegas, Canada Customs randomly selected my mother to have her hands swabbed and tested. Well, the test came back positive and they thought it was a mistake so they tried it once more. Positive again! They then turned to me and tested my hands, and the tests came back negative. They couldn't believe it and told my mother to wash her hands and they would test it again. This time it was negative and we were free to go. After watching all of those Border Security shows, I assume they were looking for drugs. The only thing I could see was that my mother was not wearing gloves when she got into the taxi cab, and I assume whatever she touched had drugs on it. I, on the other hand, wore my gloves in the cab. Needless to say, that was quite the experience, I never knew my mother was a drug mule...
My mother never liked flying, as she was afraid of heights, so in the summer, we would always drive to Las Vegas. I usually took a different route each time so we could see a new part of the United States. One year, we went to Denver, which she enjoyed, and then drove through the Rocky Mountains towards Utah. Well, she didn't like that at all, as she was on the floor the whole time. While I thought the scenery was spectacular, she was having none of that and she did not want to go that way to Vegas ever again! The next year, we ended up going to Denver once again, but this time, I drove south towards New Mexico. No sooner did we leave Colorado Springs, a huge storm hit and it absolutely poured. Fortunately, I was behind a semitrailer and could see the taillights. As long as I could see them, I continued to drive. Then it started to hail, it was awful, the car was being pummelled, but I continued to follow the semi. By now, my mother was pleading for me to stop the car, but I kept driving. Then the wind picked up and started the blow the car around and it was just crazy. The semi finally pulled off to the side of the road, so I did as well. The car was just rocking from the wind and the hail for a good thirty minutes. I thought we might even have been blown over with such strong winds. Finally, things started to calm down and the semi started to move, and so did I. The roads looked like a winter storm hit and the fields were absolutely white with hail. When we finally reached our destination (Raton, New Mexico), we were told that we had gone through an area that a tornado had touched down! My Mom made me promise that we would never travel through Colorado again, and I kept my word. All of our remaining trips together avoided the state entirely. My little Saturn Putt-Putt still has the dents from that storm...
Whenever we went to Vegas, we would always have breakfast at the Ports O'Call buffet in the Gold Coast Casino. I guess we went so often that we were considered regulars. They would always give us a big hug when we arrived and made sure they seated my mother as close to the buffet as possible. One particular occasion, my brother was with us and they had ordered a pot of coffee to split between them. My brother apparently drank all the coffee, so when the server came around, my mother asked her for some more coffee. I think the server misunderstood my mother as she gave her a very dirty look, then proceeded to try and pour coffee into her cup and realized that it was empty. She quickly left the table and returned a short time later with a full one, then she immediately poured my mother a cup and then asked if there was anything else. Needless to say, after that when we went to that buffet, if my mother asked for more coffee, they would always bring her another pot. Unfortunately, the buffet at the Gold Coast is gone, but the memories will live on...
View attachment 970492
I remember my mother was playing one of the slot machines at the Orleans Casino and she won what looked like a big pot, so I took a picture of her with the winning combination. “How come I'm not winning big,” she asked. I told her what did she expect when she was playing nine cents a spin. I told her if she wanted to “win big” she would have to increase her bet. She would have none of that, nine cents a spin was fine by her. Eventually, she finally took my advise, and she won big..
View attachment 970494View attachment 970496
In the summer when we went to Vegas, we would stop in at the local thrift stores so I could look for some funny t-shirts. My mother usually looked through the blouses, but on one occasion, she helped me look for shirts. Well, it's a good thing she did, as she found one and bought it for me...
View attachment 970488
I remember the first time we went to Las Vegas for Christmas and my mother was packing her suitcase. She was trying things on, and one of the items she was taking was a woollen winter hat, which I had never seen before. I asked her where she got the hat, she said she had bought it in the 1970s at Eaton's. It was $10 (which was a lot of money back then), but she just had to have it. I said I had never seen her wear it before, and she said she had buyers remorse. Well, I really liked the hat and encouraged her to wear it to Vegas. No word of a lie, every year that we went to Sin City at Christmas, at least six to eight people would stop us and comment on my mother's hat. “See Mom,” I said, “everybody loves your hat...”
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The only regret with my mother was not being able to take her to see the Jets 2.0 play. She did get to go see the Jets 1.0 play the Vancouver Canucks in a playoff game back in 1992. My sister was able to get some tickets, and my mother had a really good time. It was during the “White Out” and man, that arena was loud! It was nice that she was able to experience that...
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I miss you Mom, you are worth more than that to me...
Go Jets Go!
I promise I won't post any boobs!
Our moms will be watching the game tonight from heaven and yelling SHUT UP SAWYER!
Bender Duster
it was like that when I got here
Great GDT @macmaroon. I do remember the spoon but this bastard brought fear to my eyes as a kid:
Clash of the titans tonight! Go Jets!
Clash of the titans tonight! Go Jets!
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My mom denies using the spoons even though both me and my sister remember it clearly.
Also, as an adult I now wonder if the dancing record was actually a troll job.
Also, as an adult I now wonder if the dancing record was actually a troll job.
ICdave
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Let me have men about me that are rotund;
Let me have men about me that are rotund;
Capital sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’night.
Yon Jet has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much - such men are dangerous.
Hell is empty, and all the Capitals are here.
I think the Ovie’d Capital is but a man, as I am.
The violet smells to him as it doth to me.
The element shows to him as it doth to me.
All his senses have but human conditions.
His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears
But a regular dead-assed hoser.
His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears fat , very fat by the looks of it.
tbcwpg
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Oh i know but maybe it's just me but i would rather watch the 2 best TEAMS play a game of hockey than 1 of the best players. Yeah i think McJesus is one of the best if not the best, the other one not so much.
FiveHoled
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No changes to the line-up. Lets hope Ford can give Chibby a run for his money and The GusBus keeps on rolling.
tbcwpg
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I agree from a hockey standpoint but one big criticism of the NHL has been not marketing its stars so I think it's actually the right decision here. Also hard disagree about Matthews he's a top 5 player in the league every year.
CityTV is usually garbage but it at least has full coverage across Canada. It's the number 2 game tonight.
Buffdog
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Jets game won't even be top billing in my house tonight lol (streaming my daughter's uni game)
Usually her 5pm starts line up really well intermission wise, so we don't miss too much of the Jets 6pm starts
Usually her 5pm starts line up really well intermission wise, so we don't miss too much of the Jets 6pm starts
