Last night, for the second time in two weeks, the Leafs beat the Canadiens in overtime after a questionable penalty call — and when you have a 4-on-3 power play, it’s pretty tough to not score.
I’ll say this for Pat Quinn: he’s done a masterful job of learning how to manipulate the referees. It’s a bit like how the Republicans have operated for the past 20 years…you play the victim at all times, always claiming hardship and discrimination, when in fact you’re the team who fights the dirtiest. Referees, being human, know that if a few of their calls go against the Leafs they’ll hear about it non-stop from Quinn, the players, and every 24-hour sports channel & talk radio show on the dial for the next 24-48 hours.
The really frustrating thing is that the game shouldn’t have been tied 3-3 anyway; the referees blew a call earlier in the game that negated a legal Montreal goal (in fact, the goal should have stood and there should’ve been a penalty called against the Leafs, but neither happened). That the referees just handed the Leafs a power play in OT only rubbed salt in the wound
I screwed up in my hockey pool. I dropped the wrong player when adding some insurance on the blueline, and PC (who’s well behind me but the only person in striking distance) caught me and grabbed the guy. I was stupid & sloppy, and it cost me one of the best defensemen in the league. Argh.
While I should be starting economics by now, I’m still finishing up the IT course. We have to write up a paper that expands on the presentation we gave ten days ago. While I don’t relish the workload that comes along with economics, I am kind of anxious to get started on it. It’s interesting enough, and more of a challenge than the IT course.
Nellie’s off to the ballet today with CB. All the power to her. I can handle all the art house films and pretentious indie music in the world, but the idea of the ballet just doesn’t appeal.