From all indications, The Pens got what they should have out of their surprise practice yesterday. A good wake up call/glass of cold water in the face/kick in the ass, call it whatever you want, but as a Pens fan, I feel good about it this morning.
Yesterday I was perilously close to the edge of the Ft. Pitt Bridge, but I did not jump as so many fans have over the last tumultuous 48 hours. We don’t know if the practice helped, or hurt, but early indications are good. From reading a couple articles in the papers, there was no dicking around, and the work was fast and crisp. The way things should be this time of year.
My prediction, if the Pens turn this thing around, is that this two day period could cement Disco as being fo’ real. I really liked his reaction, he didn’t call the team soff in the media or call anyone out (although he did make his discontent known), he took the calm logical approach of handling the situation behind closed doors and taking actions to address the sloppy play(making them practice on a day off). That is straight out of the book on leadership (The non-Mike Richards version).
Money.
I’ll be honest, I still don’t know if he is making the right adjustments in-game, but one thing I do not question is his leadership ability. I will always have a soff spot for FHCMT, but his attitude was his downfall. In my humble opinion, after two+ years of yelling and screaming, the players just stopped responding to him.
You see that twinkle in my eye? That hop in my step? That is because the playoffs grow near my friends. The most magical time of the year.
Fuckin DO IT!
Let’s Go Pens!
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Friday, April 2, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Random-Ass Thoughts
News from the Front
The Snow Blitz(krieg) continues. Field Marshall Ravenstahl’s forces are advancing east through Polan, I mean Shadyside, and stand poised to outflank the Slib. The snow is hunkering down to meet this onslaught, which has been a long time coming. Intelligence says that the evil snow forces are confident that even if they are “wiped out” more reinforcements will arrive and Marshall Ravenstahl’s forces will be slow and inefficient in stopping them.
No word if any more gallant warriors from the meter maid brigade were wounded in the action of the past few days.
Here’s a wacky idea; instead thinking up all these stupid military euphemisms for SNOW REMOVAL, use that brain power to come up with a PLAN on how to deal with all this snow. Here is a military phrase that should have been used long time ago but wasn’t. It’s called a “Contingency Plan”. You have these in place in case of an “oh shit” situation, you know, like a snow storm.
Bruce Bodreau is a fat little baby.
I don’t like to insult people, and I know that calling The Capitals coach a fat little baby is harsh. I’d prefer to just call him fat, but I’m sorry, I can’t turn a blind eye to his childish behavior.
It’s not just his actions in relation to the Pens. Although, he clearly demonstrated during last year’s Eastern Conference Semi-Final, that his ability to eat can only be matched by his ability to whine ad nauseam about every single little, call, non-call, goal, non-goal, hit, or anything that doesn’t go his, or his team’s way. It’s a stark contrast to the calm, collected, and always professional Disco Dan.
I pity the Washington media who are forced for 82 or so games a year to sit through these bitch sessions. Granted I have only watched a few of his “new conferences”, but Christ it’s like listening to a six year old whine about not getting everything they wanted for Christmas. You have to wonder, how much that transfers to the team. He is the coach, it’s his team, and he acts like a baby. I wonder how much they see that and subconsciously think that it is appropriate behavior.
I also wonder if his penchant for throwing his players under the bus transfers to the players, or how they react to it. I remember FHCMT (Former Head Coach Michel Terrien) had a habit of doing that, and it worked…for a while, until the players stopped responding to it. You wonder at what point that may happen in D.C.
Either way, as a fan, I’ve become spoiled by HCDB (Head Coach Dan Bylsma). He is the antithesis to Bodreau, Cryin’ Brian, and John “Guido” Tortorella.
BFOM
I am a total (blogging) Fan of Munch. I would love to tag along for a munch session, especially one that would involve cocktails. Mr./Ms. (?) Munch just seems like a genuinely good time. Anyone who loves to eat and loves to drink, is good people in my book!
The Snow Blitz(krieg) continues. Field Marshall Ravenstahl’s forces are advancing east through Polan, I mean Shadyside, and stand poised to outflank the Slib. The snow is hunkering down to meet this onslaught, which has been a long time coming. Intelligence says that the evil snow forces are confident that even if they are “wiped out” more reinforcements will arrive and Marshall Ravenstahl’s forces will be slow and inefficient in stopping them.
No word if any more gallant warriors from the meter maid brigade were wounded in the action of the past few days.
Here’s a wacky idea; instead thinking up all these stupid military euphemisms for SNOW REMOVAL, use that brain power to come up with a PLAN on how to deal with all this snow. Here is a military phrase that should have been used long time ago but wasn’t. It’s called a “Contingency Plan”. You have these in place in case of an “oh shit” situation, you know, like a snow storm.
Bruce Bodreau is a fat little baby.
I don’t like to insult people, and I know that calling The Capitals coach a fat little baby is harsh. I’d prefer to just call him fat, but I’m sorry, I can’t turn a blind eye to his childish behavior.
It’s not just his actions in relation to the Pens. Although, he clearly demonstrated during last year’s Eastern Conference Semi-Final, that his ability to eat can only be matched by his ability to whine ad nauseam about every single little, call, non-call, goal, non-goal, hit, or anything that doesn’t go his, or his team’s way. It’s a stark contrast to the calm, collected, and always professional Disco Dan.
I pity the Washington media who are forced for 82 or so games a year to sit through these bitch sessions. Granted I have only watched a few of his “new conferences”, but Christ it’s like listening to a six year old whine about not getting everything they wanted for Christmas. You have to wonder, how much that transfers to the team. He is the coach, it’s his team, and he acts like a baby. I wonder how much they see that and subconsciously think that it is appropriate behavior.
I also wonder if his penchant for throwing his players under the bus transfers to the players, or how they react to it. I remember FHCMT (Former Head Coach Michel Terrien) had a habit of doing that, and it worked…for a while, until the players stopped responding to it. You wonder at what point that may happen in D.C.
Either way, as a fan, I’ve become spoiled by HCDB (Head Coach Dan Bylsma). He is the antithesis to Bodreau, Cryin’ Brian, and John “Guido” Tortorella.
BFOM
I am a total (blogging) Fan of Munch. I would love to tag along for a munch session, especially one that would involve cocktails. Mr./Ms. (?) Munch just seems like a genuinely good time. Anyone who loves to eat and loves to drink, is good people in my book!
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