I love the games, but I haven’t even seen the show yet. Don’t tell him. He might die of shock.
A forward.
Yep, picked it as my cereal, which was a real thing.Saw this in the wild today. Was this not picked or at least mentioned here? I could've sworn someone (Canadian Flyer?) picked it for something but I couldn't find it in the spreadsheet.
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Mario was still in his era. Here’s an example for you:
Aurel Joliat was a Hall of Famer from the 1920s and 30s. He was 5’7 and weighed around 135. You really think he’d be an NHL all star today if a time machine could bring him to our era?
I don't like many things. The things I do like, I like way more than the average person likes thingsYour obsession with that show is unhealthy lol
You've already told me. I was on a ventilator for 3 days.I love the games, but I haven’t even seen the show yet. Don’t tell him. He might die of shock.
Come on, BiggE, play by Cap'n's rules.
"Saying someone is more skilled than [AUREL JOLIAT] is like claiming someone is smarter than [RANCH]."
The Pufts , if we were on death row, and had to choose a last meal, are selecting the meal from the wafer thin mint scene from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life, minus it all being mixed together.
We’re going out on our own terms
He is served moules marinières, pâté de foie gras, beluga caviar, Eggs Benedict, a leek tart, frogs' legs amandine and quail's eggs with puréed mushrooms all mixed in a bucket with the quail eggs on top and a double helping of pâté. The appetizers are followed by the main course of jugged hare, with a sauce of truffles, bacon, Grand Marnier, anchovies and cream. For drinks, Mr. Creosote has six bottles of Château Latour 1945, a Methuselah (Double Jeroboam/6 litres) of champagne, and half a dozen crates of brown ale (144 bottles)—considerably less than his usual fare
The Pufts , if we were on death row, and had to choose a last meal, are selecting the meal from the wafer thin mint scene from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life, minus it all being mixed together.
We’re going out on our own terms
He is served moules marinières, pâté de foie gras, beluga caviar, Eggs Benedict, a leek tart, frogs' legs amandine and quail's eggs with puréed mushrooms all mixed in a bucket with the quail eggs on top and a double helping of pâté. The appetizers are followed by the main course of jugged hare, with a sauce of truffles, bacon, Grand Marnier, anchovies and cream. For drinks, Mr. Creosote has six bottles of Château Latour 1945, a Methuselah (Double Jeroboam/6 litres) of champagne, and half a dozen crates of brown ale (144 bottles)—considerably less than his usual fare
In a nutschell, Nedomanský was a real sniper in his era. Kind of forward in front of whom goalies sometimes chose to avoid his shots and rather let a goal in. Consistent goal-scoring machine on both domestic and international scene. I guess the biggest thing preventing Nedomanský from being a legitimate top 100 player is his weaker Golden Stick record. But there is a good case to be made that Nedo's GS voting record was deflated because of his more individualistic style understandably devaluing him in the eyes of Czech observers but also allowing him to adjust and compete in different environments.
What I call 'individualistic' means only that Nedo was a rare shoot-first kind of guy, which was admired by all 60s, 70s Europe-residing NHL scouts but despised by many Czech experts. He was little frustrating at times since he was the type of player who from time to time was able to completely take over the game and obliterate the opposing defense, but it took some time until he developed his potential and showed his strengths consistently. Early on, Ned was offense-only guy who needed a good passer to feed him and some defensive coverage from his wing. From about 1968 or 1969, his overall game improved. He became more of a puck carrying center rather than a pylon waiting on the blueline, good forechecker, killed penalties, learnt how to use his body in increasingly more physical 1970s hockey and learnt to be effective in high-leverage games. Off the ice, Nedomanský was quite a celebrity in his day. He was charismatic, was a popular object of focus to the media, a favourite among female fans.
To summarize, core of Nedomanský's value comes from the 6-season stretch of 1969-1974 - basically a top 10 player in Europe; a top 6 forward in Europe (IMO).
Very consistent scorer. Always a top 5 league scorer during 10-year period of 1965-1974. Always a top 5 CSSR team scorer at major international tournaments with one lone exception of 1967. Won the league scoring three times. Led the CSSR team scoring also three times.
Excellent longevity for an Eastern Bloc player. Nedomanský emigrated in 1974 and later even led the Red Wings in scoring when he was 34 y/o in 1979 (73 points in 80 games). Ned scored one more point in one less game next season in 1980 at age 35. Players of the same age or older who outscored Nedomanský in WHA or NHL were usually Hall of Famers (Hull, Keon, Esposito...).
I’m ok with Wafer Thin Mint going in the columnYou suck.
I’m ok with Wafer Thin Mint going in the column
This is me to a tee, lol.I don't like many things. The things I do like, I like way more than the average person likes things
I’ll be ok with the entire meal contents being listed now.You'll be OK with what I say you are OK with.
It's some life I tell ya hwutThis is me to a tee, lol.
I have very few specific interests... but the interests I have... oh, the bushels of useless knowledge I have.
The Pufts , if we were on death row, and had to choose a last meal, are selecting the meal from the wafer thin mint scene from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life, minus it all being mixed together.
We’re going out on our own terms
He is served moules marinières, pâté de foie gras, beluga caviar, Eggs Benedict, a leek tart, frogs' legs amandine and quail's eggs with puréed mushrooms all mixed in a bucket with the quail eggs on top and a double helping of pâté. The appetizers are followed by the main course of jugged hare, with a sauce of truffles, bacon, Grand Marnier, anchovies and cream. For drinks, Mr. Creosote has six bottles of Château Latour 1945, a Methuselah (Double Jeroboam/6 litres) of champagne, and half a dozen crates of brown ale (144 bottles)—considerably less than his usual fare
I'm fishing again this weekend, so if I'm not immediately responsive for my next pick, feel free to skip me.
In the meantime we'll select a man who was born to be a Sexpo. Considered one of the greatest Swedish hockey players of all time and the first Swedish player to score 50 goals in a season.
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Legend Right Wing - Håkan Loob
@Hollywood Couturier
Oh yeah. Oops.Uh...I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but...uh...no duplicates. He's picked as a coach.