Postcards from RWD Vol. 5: Holiday Weekend Edition

Dear Players,

Stop googling yourselves. I know you're doing it. I check my stats, I see where the hits come from. I know, I know, sometimes it's a fan, but come on. It's obvious what's going on here. Don't make me call you out by name, Colby Genoway (oh wait, I just did.)
First of all, if you aren't a Bulldog, you probably don't want to read what I have to say about you. Second of all, if you are a Bulldog, you're probably waking up at night in a cold sweat, hoping I'm not standing outside your window watching you sleep.
You're a hockey player. We love you (or hate you, if you're the opposition.) It goes without saying (or googling.) Shouldn't you be lifting weight somewhere?

With awe,
Runninwiththedogs

Go Daddy-o

So, no one got my Anthony Grieco/Richard Grieco joke. That's fine. We shall move on. I thought it was funny, but there's no accounting for taste.

Tomorrow (or, to be more precise, one hour and one minute from the time I am typing this exact sentence) is Father's Day. I know that I just got all sentimental not three weeks ago, but no one asked me when to schedule Father's Day. If someone had asked, I would have requested it not be so close to DA's birthday. Really, it's not normal for me, and it's probably making the rest of you uncomfortable. Fear not, because there's a really sour, bitter, acrid post coming right up. In the meantime, find a leather strap to bite on or something, because here we go.

Tomorrow (as I already said) is Father's Day. Lucky girl that I am, I have a father (DA), a grandfather (Gramps), a brother (UMDDogz), two uncles (H and L), and a partner (The Alleged Webmaster), who are all 'Dogs fans, and who are all great men, fathers or not. A stick salute to all of you for being such an awesome family.

Happy Father's Day, too, to all my hockey blogger friends who are fathers (Bruce, DTP, Satnu, and anyone else who has kids but didn't make it known.) I owe you all a beer.

There, that wasn't so bad now, was it? I promise I'll get back to our regularly scheduled sarcasm very soon.

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Long-lost relatives?

Ones and Zeroes

I know, I realize I've been a little inconsistent lately with the posting. There's a lot of reasons for that. I mean, the off-season is hard, especially when I'm trying to keep the content somewhat within the boundaries of the "Social Contract" (and good taste, but... yeah), so I'm having a little trouble in the old inspiration category. It would be so easy to pull a DG and knock off for the summer, but I just can't do that. Why?

Because bloggin' ain't easy. But it's necessary.

So, let's have a little Letterman-esque fun.


Top 10 Reasons I'm Glad I'm A...

Sports Blogger
10. Games are terrific raw material: all I have to do is fill in the gaps.
9. NASCAR is not a relevant topic on a sports blog.
8. I'm not good-looking enough for the ratings communities.
7. Free admission to the games... with the price of a ticket.
6. No embarrassing posts people will find once my anonymity is destroyed.
5. I outgrew LiveJournal before it even existed.
4. It's too much work to fake having a child so I can be an ever-popular "mommy-blogger."
3. It's much less vapid than a personal blog.
2. I don't take "arty" photographs.
1. I don't have any talents other than being critical of other people's talents.

Hockey Blogger
10. I can't be accused of hopping on the hockey bandwagon, because there isn't one.
9. Typing keeps my fingers warm on those cold winter nights.
8. I can lie and say I met my blogging friends through "sports" instead of "the internet."
7. It's so multicultural: I've got readers from one former imperial power and two of its former colonies.
6. I get summers off (if I want them.)
5. It's okay to be a little rough around the edges. Or downright abrasive.
4. It comes naturally to me, it's in my genetic code.
3. No one named Chauncey plays hockey.
2. Caps lock saves me from laryngitis. I can write it rather than scream it.
1. Blood doesn't bounce on Astro-turf

Bulldog Blogger
10. I can access Duluth by air, land, and sea.
9. So many wonderful puns!
8. The other 'Dogs bloggers are so darn nice!
7. I couldn't be sarcastic about a winning team.
6. No TV coverage means I can imagine things in my head, just like in the olden times.
5. No one hates the 'Dogs with the depths of their souls.
4. It goes with the jersey.
3. I've got the moral high ground.
2. They have a "retro," "old-school" barn.
1. Better dead than red.