Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I'm a dog guy, always have been, always will be. My wife is a cat person and while the death of our dear pal hit her very very hard there were a lot of times that she basically tolerated his presence. There were issues with shedding most of all (we're talking tumbleweeds of black fur, we actually had a child carried away by one) but really she did not get his essential dogginess.
Her loss of course. But despite her coming from the wrong side of the tracks, in terms of affinity to animals that is, she was convinced by the absolute genius that was Ben that we should probably get another dog, with the caveat that it should be a few years, so that the kids were a little older. Her sole worry - that this new dog might not be as wonderful as the old dog.
Yes I had definitely gone down the rabbit hole when I heard that.
Now, dogs are to cats what pie is to cake. A far far superior species. But when a couple of months after the big guy's passing my wife mentioned getting a kitten I really could not argue with her. I'm not a big fan of cats but neither was she a big fan of dogs and our marriage, like all good marriages, is built on compromise or some other bullshit like that, what can I say, as long as I'm getting some and get left alone for most of the time I don't really care to much what goes on.
Let me do my thing and give me a ride fairly frequently and I am good. That is all.
And so we got a kitten.
So far returns are mixed. The cat, like all cats, has a brain the size of a pea. I had a pretty good idea that they were fucking dumb, cats that is, but its been confirmed.
(As an aside I once gave the big guy a dog IQ test. Seriously. It included memory, problem solving, it was pretty heavy duty shit. And he aced it. Did better than the neighbour. Of course we were living in Florida at the time so that explains that.)
But yeah the cat is a fucking dummy. And its a pain in the ass. It rises pretty early some days, reminding me of those salad days when we had babies and got no sleep.
Some of this is genetic but let is also be said that our youngest likes to run around with the cat and then throw herself on top of it. She also likes throwing it in the air and cats do not always land on their feet. That's a lie.
And of course it loves me most of all. So much so that it will jump onto me and climb me so that it can perch on my head, like a little furry hat, which is probably its final destination, one that it will probably be arriving at pretty soon if all things continue as they have. Especially if it keeps doing the climbing me thing when I'm taking a piss in my boxers in the middle of the night.
No jury would convict!
Its hard to say if Steve Tambellini is a cat or a dog. I don't like him and I don't think he's very smart so I'm leaning towards the former.
I read a beauty comment somewhere the other day, something about how he was able to build an absolutely terrible team (last year) without meaning to and how he did the same this year on purpose. The problem of course is whether or not he can actually build a club that can, you now, compete.
Its a lottery pick this year again and with the Devils maybe waking up a little and Whitney going for surgery I think last overall is within striking distance.
Which means that the Oilers will have Hall and another lottery pick, perhaps first overall, to show for these last two years of misery.
And a top nine forwards that susses out like this going into next season if the Hall at centre experiment continues:
That's two lines that can probably handle tough matchups and a third that can probably handle the soft minutes. I think Omark is the key there and I believe that he is an NHL player and probably a better one than Cogliano and Brule already.
That leaves one spot and if Hall is a centre then its Landeskog if they can get him and if Hall is a winger its one of the two kid centres.
Unless its Larssen. ;)
And the emergence of Petry on the blue (yes its a small sample size but the kid looks like a player just like Tom Gilbert did - he's not a turnstile and he's got size and smarts and he does not look out of place) means that now this club looks to have five NHL defencemen of a reasonable age - Whitney, Gilbert, Peckham, Petry, Smid.
Which means that going into the summer our GM should be looking for the following:
a top nine forward
guys to fill out the fourth line who can do all of those little things
a top four D man
a starting goalie or at least someone to share duties with Dubnyk
Hemsky and Penner's signatures on extensions
Don't get that last item handled and its two or three top nine forwards. Get it done and this club is ready to grow together.
Now lets see if our man Steve can figure out where the cookie is and how to get it or if he's going to sit outside the door and bang his head against it like a moron.
Posted by Black Dog at 4:00 PM