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Age: 32
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008 

Current mood:  pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry
Below is a message from a friend who passed away on the second week of June 2008. I am very sad and I hope he is in a better place. There are few people on myspace who will find this interesting, but those of you who knew him will read this and laugh. He was an incredible personality and had more love for the game of hockey than anyone I have ever met. He was a great writer and had success writing for film, television, and comics. His feature film "Double Tap" was produced by Joel Silver, and a second feature film, "American Dragons" was produced and released by Orion/MGM. Saltzgaber also wrote for the Showtime television series "The Outer Limits", and "Galidor", a Fox TV series. More recently, he wrote a few episodes of CSI. He has done extensive writing for Marvel, Epic, and Dark Horse comics as well. I was grateful to know him as a friend and a teammate out on the ice. I will miss his presence and his infamous emails. God bless the great people who have come in and out of our lives. Love you man.

From: Zgabe@aol.com
Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2004 14:35:11 EDT
Subject: Post Victorum I+II; Season Ending Stats; My personally poor playoff prognosis(albeit amidst admirable alliteration)

Hey Boys--

Post Victorum I:

A great game against Reign on Friday. With a short bench (8 skaters), we played a tough one against Reign, who came out swinging. We started out slowly, trying to conserve energy because of the short bench. This was a mistake. Through two periods we played too conservatively, not pressing the forecheck, and not being aggressive enough overall. In the third period we opened it up more, and moved to a thrilling win.

We were ahead 3-2, when, with just three minutes left, they tied it. Then, with 1:53 remaining, we took a penalty. Things looked bleak. They poured it on and were pressing hard for the win. With 50 seconds left, we turned the puck over and I managed to spring Jeremy on a breakaway. He fired an amazing shot, which ricocheted off two posts to go in. We managed to hold off their 6-4 man advantage for the final 40 seconds to win on Jeremy's short handed goal. It was awesome.

EVERYONE played well in that game, but especially Dave, who kept us in by making some amazing saves. We left him high and dry a couple times with some 2 on 0's, and even a 3 on 0, and he stopped them cold. They outshot us (a rarity), and if not for Dave we would not have won that game.

Jeremy, too, had a damn good game, getting 2 goals and 2 assists to have a hand in all 4 goals. Kurt had a terrific game as well, notching a goal and an assist, and backchecking like a mutha. Everyone was solid, and it felt like a return to Monarchs hockey, that puck possession, passing oriented TEAM game that leads us to win. Awesome.

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Post Victorum Bizarrum:

Uh, yeah. Hard to know where to start with this one. Certainly the strangest ending to a game I've ever experienced in this league. Ultimately it was a forfeit for Meteor, but that doesn't really tell the story. Weird.

Prior to the whacked out antics that ended the game at the end of the 2nd period, we played outstanding hockey. Both lines (Paul-Jeremy-Kurt and Jody-Aerwin-Randy) were on fire, full of hustle and fore-and backchecking terrifically. At one point Meteor brought the puck into our zone only to be met by all 5 skaters. That was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. After preaching DEFENSE FIRST for 5 seasons, I felt like I'd gone to the Promised Land. To see that sea of purple decimate their attack in our zone before it even started--I'm weeping openly as I think of it now. Bless you, Monarchs. Bless you.

Ahem. Moving on.

As I was saying EVERYONE played a terrific game. Dave was again spectacular, and stopped a another 3 on 0 in magnificent fashion. The puck movement on both lines was terrific, and Jody, Aerwin and Randy played with more hustle than I've seen all season. All three of them fore-and backchecked ferociously, and how about Randy popping his Monarchs cherry!? Yes, he scored on a great shot from the top of the circle, assisted nicely from Aerwin. A terrific goal.

Jody's first goal from Randy was stellar, too, as was Kurt's from Paul. I converted just a terrific pass from Jeremy, who threaded the needle through traffic to put it right on my tape. God help me if I'd screwed up that perfect set up. Then Kerry took a pass from Jody in our zone, skated it up into their end, beat 3 players, and slide a perfect shot past the goalie along the ice. Nice.

So by the end of the 2nd it was 5-0, we were feeling and playing great, and they were, as usual, turning on one another like a pack of wild dogs.

And then, well...things got a little strange.

With just 1 second remaining in the 2nd period there was a scramble in front of their net. Their goalie (a sub, by the way) dove out and froze the puck. As he got up he confronted Kevin, and screamed at him to blow the whistle sooner. Kevin shrugged and said the puck was loose. As Kevin skated away for the face-off, 4 words rang out in the relative silence after the play. They carried across the cold air of the rink with the crystal clarity of a church bell ringing in the alps, or Dave belching in the soft gloom of a quiet locker room. Those 4 words were: "You're a fucking asshole!".

That got Kevin's attention. He turned to see their goalie staring at him, face pinched with venom. "Yeah, you're a fucking asshole!", he reiterated, this time con brio, like a tenor at La Scala. Kevin promptly blew his whistle, and assessed him an unsportsmanslike. Then the goalie really started going to town. Although a poor artist in the medium of profanity, he mustered what meager talent he had and leveled it at Kevin. Soon he was adding to his litany of abuse with a touch of mime. He placed his goal stick between his legs, pointed it towards Kevin, stroked it, and said "Come get some!". Okay, so it was far from abstract, but I suppose in its own limited way it was performance art.

Warming to his own act, he started gyrating his hips, and suggested--quite loudly--that Kevin oblige him with an act of oral sex. Kevin declined. He did, however, promptly slap him with a game misconduct, and instructed him to leave the ice. Now the rest of Meteor started to get in on the act, and showered Kevin with verbal abuse. Had Kevin been so inclined, his dance card vis-a-vis that particular oral act would have been filled for quite some time with Meteor team members.

Soon Kevin was merrily assessing game misconducts hither and yon, dispensing them liberally to any and all Meteors who wanted one (it actually boiled down to just one additional GM). Chaos reigned, as Meteor wailed and gnashed their teeth at the unfair and cruel fate levied upon them by Kevin. Well, actually, by their own moron of a sub goalie, but that's not how they saw it.

Filled with righteous indignation, Alex told his team to leave the ice. He would not stand for this blatant anti-Russian bias, this clear case of conspiracy designed to ensure that they lose! Threats veiled and not so veiled were hurled at Kevin, Chris, and Sera as Meteor stormed from the ice, proudly taking a forfeit rather than face the fact that they were losing 5-zip, and their sub goalie was a whack job who just cost them 2 points, and a possible playoff position. Yes, Meteor really stuck it to us and the league Saturday night. A triumph of moral indignation, which was neither morally correct nor really indignant. Just really, really stupid.

And that was Saturday night's game.

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So we finish out the season 12-3-3-0, and in second place. We will face the third place Renegades in the first round of the playoffs on 8/21, presumably beat them, and go into the finals against the Bruins--which we basically predicted would happen around the second week of the season. No real surprises. It was, overall, a very good season for us, and if not for that one tie and one loss against the Bonedaddies, we would have finished in first place...and faced the Bruins in the finals.

EVERYONE on the team is to be congratulated for playing hard and playing well all season, and if we can play to the best of our ability in the finals, we'll win the championship again. Even if we don't, though, the season will have been a complete success, thanks to all of you. It has been my privilege and honor to serve as your team rep and captain, and I hope you'll allow me to do so for many seasons to come. Thanks, guys. Truly.

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Check out the season ending stats. Not too many surprises, except maybe that Sri somehow wound up with the most PIMs, all due to that one game where he somewhat surreally wound up with 5 penalties. I know that rankles yet, Sri, but you still owe me $15. Jeremy's stats are unbeleivable, and he will once again finish 1 in the league. Also nice to see that 4 of the top 5 point getters are more or less D-men. Bobby Orr would be proud.

But regardless of the stats, what got us our wins was TEAM play, and the stats don't necessarily reflect the relative contribution of each player to our wins. Kurt and Randy have consistently been 2 of our best players, and certainly have had as large a hand in our wins as the top point getters. Paul, Ric, Jody, Aerwin, Barry, James, Ryan and Dave have all proven that stats aren't the most important ingredient in our wins--it's heart, hustle, spirit, committment, brains and TEAM PLAY that gave us our wins. And in that arena, we're all equal, and equally important. Put simply, the stats don't matter. 'Nuff said.

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As I feared, my knee was much worse Sunday morning, to the point where it could no longer bear weight. I'm fairly certain that I've sustained a torn miniscus. Sadly, unless it's a very minor tear, this will require surgery. I had surgery on my other knee for a torn miniscus, and this feels exactly the same. I'll have to wait until I get an MRI to be sure, but it doesn't look good.

This means there is a significant possibility that I won't be able to play in the playoffs. If the swelling goes down sufficiently, and I maybe wear a brace, I might be able to play. At this point I just don't know. If I am unable to play, however, I will of course be there on the bench, and it's not like my not being on the ice is some great loss.

Anyway, that's my unfortunate prognosis. When and if I have my MRI I'll determine for sure whether or not I can play, and I'll let everyone know.

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Hey fellas, this e-mail long enough for ya? Sheesh, I shoulda just written a novel. Wait, I think I did. Anyhoo, that's it. I'll try and score some practice ice, and I'll keep everyone informed if I come up with anything.

Great season, boys, and I'll see you all in the playoffs...

GO MONARCHS!!!!!

Yours in hockey,
-Erik
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Thursday, November 22, 2007 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
I love this description of New Englanders. I didn't create it. Just enjoyed reading it.

I'm from New England. This is what people say about me! 1. If you can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in New England. 2. If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in New England. 3. If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through 36 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping it will swim by, you might live in New England. 4. If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights each year because Mt. Washington is the coldest spot in the nation, and Boston gets more snow than any other major city in the US, you live in New England. 5. If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you live in New England. 6. If you instinctively walk like a penguin for six months out of the year, you live in New England. 7. If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance, and they don't work there, you live in New England. 8. If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in New England. 9. And, you know you are a New Englander when "Vacation" means going anywhere south of New York City for the weekend. 10. You measure distance in hours. 11. You know several people who have hit a deer more than once. 12. You have switched from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again. 13. You install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked. 14. You carry jumpers in your car and your girlfriend/wife knows how to use them. 15. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit. 16. The speed limit on the highway is 55mph -- you're going 80 and everybody is passing you! 17. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow. 18. You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction. 19. Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to frost. 20. You have more miles on your snow blower than your car. 21. You find 10 degrees "a little chilly."