Yo, Martha...Shut the Hell Up!
"Despite objections from Martha Burk, NBC said it was going ahead with plans to air an NHL commercial showing a bare-chested player being dressed by a scantily clad woman."

For those of you that don't know who Martha Burk is, she's the pain in the ass that raised hell about women not being permitted as members at Augusta...she's in charge of some national organization for women's rights. Well, Martha, I have some news for you:

Martha, I happen to love ice hockey. One of the reasons I love it so much is because the athletes are Men with a capital "M". They are tough, rough, hard and muscled, all in just the perfect places that make me weak in the knees. I love to watch them speed across the ice, so fast that it makes me dizzy. And, you know what Martha? When they fight? It gets me fucking HOT! That's right, Martha...when those muscle-bound, manly-men throw off their gloves and start beating the hell out of each other, I GET WET.
So, Martha, don't you DARE fucking presume to speak for me...or for the thousands of women that love the sport of ice hockey. I can tell you that not only will that commercial NOT offend us, but we will be envious of the woman that gets to put her hands all over that player.
Back off, Martha. Or I'll drop my gloves and put a hurting on your ass.

Anna Nicole finds the jackpot!

Yes, folks, Anna Nicole Smith has found the old fogey jackpot of all time. The AP reports that the Supreme Court is going to hear arguments in her case regarding her older-than-dirt dead husband's estate.
Hopefully, there will be enough paramedics on hand to revive the Justices since Anna intends on being there for the case. Who knows, she might be able to find her next soon-to-be-dead husband while she's there.

NHL Hockey is definitely back and better than ever. I attended a preseason game of the Pittsburgh Penguins vs. Washington Capitals, last night. The new rules really make the game flow faster but they also cause more penalties due to the zero tolerance attitude of the officials. It was mostly the young guys that played...no Crosby, Pallfy, or Mario, and Fleury was in goal. The new goaltending equipment really looks small and the restricted area that they have to play behind the net will take some getting used to for me (and probably them).
About Fleury's equipment: I have to wonder if the bright yellow might be a drawback in some ways. I'd imagine that it is great for him to be able to see the puck against it. But, I also think that it must be a big homing beacon for the players trying to score on him. After all, hockey players have great peripheral vision and all they need to do is fix that bright yellow position to make a fast move and shoot. Sometimes, it can be a good thing to not stand out from the crowd.

I know I'm going to hell for this...but COME ON! There's a news story about suburban police departments "dumping" homeless people in L.A. Now, there's going to be some big internal investigation over vagrant "relocation", for pete's sake. Please tell me that ONE MORE crack-ho or wino is going to be noticed in the cess-pool of the City of Angels.
This has been a common practice since I was a wee rookie. In fact, the city PDs would get into the "moving" spirit, themselves. Let's be honest...how in the hell do you think that some drug-addicted, broke-ass, can't find their ass with both hands vagrant finds their way out into the suburbs? I'll give you one guess, and it isn't by their own initiative. "Move the moocher" is a game played by both city and suburban PDs. The city officers get the shits of dealing with the same crazy bastard that stands on the middle of traffic and screams that his ass is on fire. So, they give him a ride to the lovely country. Within minutes, there is a pissed off call or ten to 911 and that department drops the guy back in the city. And so it goes...

The end of summer always makes me sad. I'm not talking about the "official" end, according to the calendar. I mean the day that you actually realize that the hot, lazy days of summer are almost gone. You walk outside and you are slapped with that feeling to clench up because the cool air is unexpected. It's like being slapped in the face out of the blue by a trusted friend. Now begins the careful peering at the thermometer to figure out what clothing is best for the day ahead. Will it get warmer during the day and make you broil in a pair of pants? Or, will you underdress and find yourself with the start of miserable cold?

My favorite part about the summer is sitting outside at night. The soft, heated air, the twinkle of fireflies and the singing of crickets make summer nights something that must be experienced. Just relaxing outside at night with a cold drink and a good book can be one of the most stress-free experiences left.

But, now the evenings are growing cold and the fireflies are gone. It is time to break out the sweaters and hunker down for the coming of winter. After all, there's only 91 days of Christmas shopping left...

Life is good. The National Hockey League is back and fantasy hockey drafts are in full swing. This morning, I received a call about the fact that my favorite team, the Pittsburgh Penguins, are going to be playing a preseason game less than 15 miles away against the Washington Capitals. I now have tickets just one row from the ice, right by a goal....just as I like it. I don't want to be center ice. I'm not some puck whore that has to be by the bench so I can press my tits against the plexiglass and try to pick up players. No, I'm there to watch the goaltenders. When you get right down to it, the action that counts happens in the crease. You can do all of the fancy skate and stick work you want out in the other zones, but the goaltender makes or breaks the game.
Now, before anyone starts getting evil in the comments area...don't get me wrong, the "D" is important, too. A goalie can't do it alone. And, yes, I do realize that it is a team effort. But, this is my blog and I favor the goaltending.
So, I'm looking forward to this game. It is going to be interesting to see who is on the ice. Mario has said that he plans on playing more preseason games. I would like to see this new kid wonder, Crosby....and to see Thibault in goal would be divine.

My pal, drunkenpiss, conned me into doing this blog by making me sign up so I could comment on HIS blog. So, if I were a lesser person, I would get back at him by saying nasty things about jarheads. But, since I am the Goddess, I will let it go...this time.
Right now, I'm just giving this thing a test drive and seeing if it is something that I might be interested in doing. Maybe I'll write more, later.