Law Goalie

Only the small amount of steel taken off to put the round hollow back in.

Many of them eke out a living as tenured professors. Then they ask someone to edit their memoirs, and the crazy is in black and white, with a little red pen for emphasis.

Well, allow me to minutely adjust my reading glasses by way of salute. Here you put me somewhat out of my depth... to the best of my knowledge, Canadian universities almost always hold open tryouts. At some schools these are purely nominal, but at some it can be a source of a player or two every year. My very ill-informed understanding is that most of the major US hockey schools are run like Canadian Major Junior teams: that is, they recruit through scouting, sometimes years in advance of matriculation. That said, I have played with a few guys who did exactly more or less exactly what you describe - put hockey second through high school, then try to sneak onto a university team through the back door via coach contact, tryouts, etc. - and had very respectable college hockey careers, and in some cases, minor and European pro terms after that, with the odd NHL camp as well. I've been tarred and feathered for saying as much, but I remain totally unconvinced that 'rep' or 'travel' hockey is the best development model. I think it's certainly an excellent model for creating the highest possible level of competition between eight-year olds. I don't think it's necessarily the way to make the best hockey players or the best human beings; it just happens to be the most obvious and cut-throat way of *appearing* to practice talent identification. If you take every hour you would have spent on some bus, and invested it in on-ice professional instruction or off-ice conditioning, or even, god forbid, a couple of books or a few girls who aren't puck-bunnies, I'm not sure you wouldn't come out a better player than Little Lord Honeybaked -- nor might a college coach be unreceptive to someone who made a reasonable case for their kind of under-the-radar development.

So jump ship. Believe me, colleges don't give a rat's ass about undergraduates unless massive scholarships are involved. They'll replace you in about ninety seconds, and the team in PA will be glad to have you. I'm not suggesting you uproot on the strength of 'a call', but if the hockey college is serious, you'll find your former school surpassingly indifferent; they'll complain, sure, but only superficially. Just get the offer from PA in writing (say you need it to 'break faith' with the prior school), and you're rolling. What you don't want is to find yourself with no school.

I feel your pain, mate. Ankles are terrible. Just RICE it and apply your analgesic of choice - maybe a half dozen G&T's? 0% coverage, 100% out of my pocket - yet another reason I was so pleased with them. Gee, don't give me any real NSAIDs or anything. I half expected to get referred to a lunar massage guru because the epicycle of Io was out of harmony with my Fluffernutter field variance.

How did you periodize leading up to the camp? My vent: nurse practitioners who prescribe placebos. Like I'm not going to go look it up on Pubmed as soon as I leave, you clots.

Sweet jerseys - used to watch your fellow Hibs in Edinburgh. :)

Despite being fatter than a whale omelette, I'm finally playing fairly well again: 1-2 GA per hour against respectable competition. Consistency isn't there (I'm still tanking the odd game if I don't get enough sleep, or eat well enough, or spend too much time thinking about Andrew Bloody Marvell), but it's getting better. Now, if I can just slough off this lard apron, I'll be laughing...

That's what I figured. I know they said 110 was impossible on player blades. Anyone tried 100/1 other than Tim Thomas and a couple of jimmy's experimental guys?

Possibly a dumb question, but has anyone tried 105/75?-- or is that only physically possible with wider goalie blades?

The GRE is a joke, and the only company with more questionable testing methods than ETS is the CSA.

Jesus wept... I will be so much happier when Michel gets my new mask done; he's got one or two ever so slightly more important boys to deal with first, but that shot and the MSH HHOF shooting gallery dispelled any buyer's remorse that lingered after I mailed the cheque.

Was one of them an orange liquid in a highball glass?

A delightful variety of all over the place. Couple of current junior players, all the way to guys who just picked the game up in the last couple of years. Every once in a while someone would bust out a coast-to-coaster, but for the most part, it was more about making plays and having fun than just filling the net; more interest in showing off gear and gonzo personalities than showing people up. Nice atmosphere.

Yep, those are in, Reebok-parlance, 'Turco-breaks' - which is really just shorthand for 'breaks in the vertical roll above and below the knee'. You may note, however, that with the way I have them strapped those breaks mean nothing: I put the two knee-straps through the top-calf buckle, and the top two calf-straps through the mid-calf buckle, leaving everything from the knee up totally free. At one point, I also sliced through the right pad's toe-ties, requiring some emergency surgery involving chikinpotpie and myself throwing our legs on top of the boards, and Dr. pmurphy17 using chikin's skate blade to slice off the rest. Amazingly, the pad continued to behave as normal. That stick (the Ballistik .52 Cal. on which I'm doing a long-term review) is far and away - and I mean by a country mile - the best and most durable one-piece composite goalie stick I have ever used, seen, or heard of. And it's damn sexy too!- especially once I got the blue Tackimac grip on there. Totally head and shoulders above the rest of the field.

Few of me from the MSH Summer Jam; demo pads and gloves courtesy of Tim Schultz at Reebok; pics courtesy of the gracious jds and fasmiele. What's kind of cool is that they're all mid-action shots - there isn't one of a set pre-shot stance, everything's sort of mid-movement.

All I can say is -- well-earned. Whether nature or nurture, fuck it: you earned it.

Finally, FINALLY got to a good tune-up skate at CIA in Mississauga tonight.

I'm on a course of single-malt antibiotics.

Sinus infection. Ugh.

That's not quite what bystander apathy means; it's a sociological principle, not an ethical one. If it's you alone bearing witness to a threatening confrontation between two (or more) people, the decision to intervene is a private one. You calculate the risks, weigh the pros and cons, etc. Bystander apathy applies to larger groups which bear witness to the violence (in whatever form) done by one or more persons to another or others. Even when the group bearing witness is overwhelmingly superior in numbers, resources, etc., and would, as you say, in the aftermath, almost universally profess a strong, highly motivated desire to have intervened in the moment of confrontation, they do not. The theory is that they do not intervene because no single one of them is willing to be the first one to step forward. As soon as one person raises a hand - or even their voice - against the violence, nearly everyone else joins in almost instantly. The really sad thing is that the principle is observable even in situations where the violence has already happened, and the injured party is simply in need of medical aid. People have bled to death in crowded streets. That's part of the reason why (until liability became a bigger issue than ethical conduct) governments used to love have people trained in first aid, basic military skills, etc. Trained reactions are the single best way to overcome bystander apathy; that's largely why, in good first aid training, one of the more important lessons is crowd control. As soon as you step in, you'll have ten or fifteen other wannabe heroes lunging foreward as well, and most of them don't know what the hell to do; best thing is to send them off to do things like call an ambulance, get water, get a cloth, etc.

Bystander apathy sucks. One day buddy will try that in the wrong place, and someone will teach him that shitting teeth ain't fun.

Ugh. Horrible case of metallogeusia from contaminated pine nuts: hideous bitter metallic taste in your mouth that lasts for two bloody weeks, and only intensifies when you eat or drink, and the more flavourful the food or drink, the worse the sensation. Goddamn you, Pacific Rim.

Get some massage (even self-applied) going on your vastus lateralis - you'd be amazed how often that can vanish in minutes.

Paraphrase: reading is just like lifting weights. All the same basic rules of adaptation apply. Don't read too much in one sitting. Don't try to read too much at once. Don't read too much of any one thing, the same way you wouldn't just do preacher curls for two hours. Take breaks, because it's in the rests that your brain will actually adapt to having read, and better prepare itself to read again. I forgot you were doing Greek as well. Sophocles wrote three Theban plays based on the histories: he wrote Antigone first, then Oedipus Rex and Oedipus at Colonus; historically, however, the events of Oedipus Rex come first, then of O. at Colonus, then of Antigone. Gilbert Murray (among others) has some interesting things to say about that decision, largely with respect to how the character of Creon changes. As for the 'doing what the grader wants' angle, it applies everywhere. If you want your building proposal to be approved by the city, you need to make it palatable. It's just a question of how skillful your rhetoric is: fulfill one or two expectations, skirt another, violate another.