My 25 Cents Worth Of Hockey Talk…

I’m a big Hockey fan.

I have the Canuck games, scheduled into my Blackberry, so I get sent a reminder on Game Day, notifying me of game time, and where the game is being played.

I have been a Hockey fan, pretty much since I can remember.  Saturdays, when I was a kid, was the best night of the week, because the line-up on CBC was Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour… Maple Leaf All Star Wrestling… Hockey Night in Canada… and Don Messer’s Jubilee (usually joined in progress)

Bob Gray & Dad - Vancouver Canucks - Original Jersey - BobBlahBlah.comI remember being really excited when Aunt Beth and Uncle Gordie gave me a Canucks Jersey for Christmas, in advance of the Canucks’ inaugural season.

Before the Canucks came on the scene, my teams were Montreal, or if they were knocked out… Boston.  Even back then, I didn’t care for the Leafs… but I don’t remember why.

Jiffy Pop Popcorn came with iron-on decals inside the lid… and I ALWAYS got the Leafs, and never got the Canadiens !!!

Through the years, I have not changed much.  I’m not a hockey fan who can reel off rosters and stats.  I follow my team, and have a passing interest in who they are playing, and where the other teams line up.  I can tell you maybe one or two players for most eastern Teams, but because the schedule doesn’t allow for as many Conference Games (East-West) as Divisional Games (By Region) I know the players of the Calgary Flames or the Edmonton Oilers, better than I know the Tampa Bay Lightning or the Washington Capitals.

So, in a nutshell, I am a dyed-in-the-wool Canucks fan.  When cut, I bleed Blue.  I believe we are all Canucks.  But, more than that, I am a fan of the game.

 

Bob Gray - Vancouver Canucks - Latest Jersey - BobBlahBlah.comIn my forty something years of fandom, I have seen Hockey evolve.

The first player I ever became aware of, was Yvan Cournoyer.  Number 12 on the Montreal Canadiens.  When I ran across the basement, of my parents’ house to the strains of the Hockey Night In Canada theme-song ?  I was “the RoadRunner” … Yvan Cournoyer.

Again, not being a stat guy, I couldn’t rattle off Goals, Assists, Time on the Ice, Penalty Minutes or any of the other stats that flew from some kids brains… I just knew he was a talented hockey player who was small and fast.  And being one of the smallest kids in my class, I appreciated that.

Throughout the intervening years, there were many times where it became apparent that the game was changing, and players were bigger, faster and tougher… but none so much as the recent 2010 Olympic Gold Medal Game.  After Canada won the game, and as Team Canada stood there, getting their medals, the camera panned slowly, left to right, as each player was recognized.  One player caught my eye, because he was substantially shorter than the rest.  I wasn’t sure who he was, as I hadn’t caught his name, but I made a note of his Jersey Number, and afterwards, looked him up.  Dan Boyle. He WAS the shortest guy on the team, by quite a bit.  He was 5′ 10″  Most players seemed to be 6’4″ or 6’5″

The reason I bring this up, is that the game I love, has been tainted, of late, with mentions of thuggery.

Hits to the head, and hits from behind are becoming the norm, and far too commonplace.  The words “season ending injury” have been spoken too much, and too often.

There have always been fights, and there have always been agitators.  However, the technology has advanced, the players are bigger, faster, more athletic and their equipment is made of light, but rock solid components.  The rinks, once reserved exclusively for Hockey, are now serving multiple purposes, and not all arena walls have the same “give,” to allow the absorption of an impact.

I believe that the NHL Players Association, in conjunction with the Team Owners, have a responsibility to the fans like me.  I love Hockey, but I don’t want to see ANYONE carted off the ice on a stretcher, and it is only a matter of time, at this rate, until someone gets carted off in a body bag.  This is not Afghanistan, and no one should die, chasing an iced puck.

Accidents and injuries have always happened… Again referencing Yvan Cournoyer, he had serious back trouble, and missed a whole season because of it.  However, the types of injuries, and the severity of the injuries, in my opinion, requires immediate action.

If I was in charge, I would like to see a Three Strike Policy. 

Again, as I’ve already stated, I acknowledge that there will be accidents, and with the speed at which the players are moving, and how the game is played, those accidents are unavoidable.  This is the reason for the Three Strike Policy.

Some players, lacking in skill, make the team because they are big, tough, and are a physical, visible deterrent.

Some players, are fast and ornery.  Quick with a stick in the ribs in the corner… and just as apt to bring an elbow up when checking, as they are to breathe.

Those players have to be kept in check, and if they cannot control themselves, must be expunged from the game itself.

For the first two strikes, the standard rules should apply, as being discussed currently.

On a Third Strike, when a player is injured, the person causing the injury should have to sit out, as long as the person he injures.

Matt Cooke, for example, has had more strikes that most, so if his hit on Marc Savard causes Savard to sit out the rest of the season… so should Cooke.Yvan Cournoyer - 12 - Montreal Canadiens - BobBlahBlah.com

Alexander Ovechkin, arguably one of the most skilled players, currently in the Game, and a marquis draw whereever the Washington Capitals go… is also a player who is said to play with a lot of “edge”.  His hit on Brian Campbell, breaking Campbell’s collar bone, was another in a long line of similar incidents.  But, because he is a star, he gets dealt with, in a different manner.

Steve Downie, another goon, recently laid a hit on Sidney Crosby, wrenching his knee.Hockey Night In Canada - Old School logo - BobBlahBlah.com

Colin Campbell, the NHL Executive, who has the unenviable job of  trying to equitably hand out justice, in context with the past, has to wipe clean the slate, because in the past, there has been no context.  Sean Avery, who made some crude and vulgar comments in a press briefing, was thrown out “indefinitely” for an admittedly crass comment… but injuring an opponent, and ending their season only gets Ovechkin a two game suspension ?  Nothing even-handed there !  The ruler, against which past transgressions have been measured, has been broken for a while, and should be discarded.

Colin Campbell has to start fresh, with a mandate from the Players’ Association and Team Owners, to get rid of the “intent to injure” hits that can destroy a team’s chances of winning the Stanley Cup.

In that way, a small, fast player, like Yvan Cournoyer, could again take the ice, and play with passion and talent, knowing that if someone tries to remove his head from his shoulders, that there will be a fresh, even-handed approach to punishing the player causing the injury, and the Team that player plays for… regardless of their “star power.”

And then let me get back to watching my Canucks win the Stanley Cup !!!

 

 

Fraser Valley Bead Show

A lifetime ago, my wife and I made glass lampwork beads, as a hobby.  We got proficient enough that it eventually evolved into a diversionary side business.  We had a booth at many local craft shows and it was a life, outside our regular lives.

Fraser Valley Bead Show - BobBlahBlah.comI’m not sure exactly when it started… But a flood of craft stores like Michaels and Crafts Canada, and stores such as HomeSense and Winners that sold inexpensive seasonal decorations… gave Local Craft Shows a tough time, and many shows folded their tents.

I was delighted to hear, this weekend, that a local Bead Show has overcome the odds, and expanded to add a Spring Show to their already successful Fall Show !Fraser Valley Bead Show - BobBlahBlah.com

The Fraser Valley Bead Show is starting today, March 12th, and runs through Sunday March 14th.  It is being held in the Conference Centre at the Executive Inn, at 405 North Road in Coquitlam.

At the show, you’ll find over 30 vendors, some local, some far flung, and all having a beautiful variety and array of wares.  Tools, seed beads, lampwork beads, art glass, findings, chains and booklets. Starter kits and lessons. Many, many, MANY beads for Pandora and Troll bracelets.

Fraser Valley Bead Show - BobBlahBlah.comAlready assembled earrings, necklaces, rings and brooches, sit next to the loose beads.

As a former bead-maker, I was more drawn to the lampwork beads, and there were some stunning examples of those… Which, sadly, the photos never catch the full essence of their beauty… (Especially when I forget my camera, and only have my BlackBerry.)

If you have a hankering for beads of any kind, or just to have a look, I would heartily suggest heading to Coquitlam, ponying up your $7 admission charge, and wallow in the goodness and camaraderie of fellow bead lovers.img00097-20100312-1534

Thanks to: Fire Design Beads, Caliente Art Glass, & Bella Vista Glass Art for letting me take pictures that sadly do NO justice to their stunning products and creations.  Thanks also to the artist who didn’t have business cards, and whose name I wrote down and subsequently lost the slip of paper, but who had a most beautiful booth.

 

 

Furry Steering Wheel Cover…

For Christmas, Santa gave me a furry steering wheel cover.

I have, for years, decried such accessories as affectations, and foolishness… having been raised in a house where my Father, who was a TERRIBLE driver, felt that most accessories interfere with a driver’s control.  Being taught to drive, by him, when I was 16 years old, and being a youth who had not yet found his place or identity in the world… many of the judgements he made, despite his own bad driving habits, became deeply entrenched, and eventually, my own.  I do not allow ANYTHING to be put on the dashboard, while the car is moving… not even for a moment.  I do not allow anything to dangle from my mirror.  I insist on the back headrests being removed from the back seat. (We don’t have kids)  And I have always fought the comfort and warmth of a steering wheel cover.

The seed was planted when I was young.  Comfort was bad.  Comfort was unsafe.  Comfort was living on the edge.  (Actually, driving with my Dad was living on the edge… but that is another Blog, for another time…)

For years, my wife had complained that, even though we park our Car in a garage, the steering wheel made my hands cold, and while driving, if I went to hold her hand… mine would be too cold… and she had offered on many occasions to purchase for me, the gift of a steering wheel cover, so that my hands would not be cold, coming in contact with the cold steering wheel.  I spurned all such offers.  Comfort was bad.  Comfort was unsafe.

But, Santa gave me a furry steering wheel cover… and when Santa gives a gift… whether it is an ugly sweater, dogs playing poker painting, or as in this case, a  furry steering wheel cover… it would be ungracious to not use it.  Plus, as Santa knows and sees all… realistically, it is in my best interest for Christmas’s still to come, to be on Santa’s good side.  Santa knows when you make a face, and don’t use a gift that “he” has gone to a lot of trouble to pick out for you.

So, on Boxing Day, the steering wheel cover got installed on the steering wheel… and it was nice.  Warm, soft and comfy.  Toasty to the touch, on the coldest of winter mornings.

Furry Steering Wheel Cover - BobBlahBlah.comAs I write this, it is a beautiful day, in early March.

I live on the West Coast of Canada, and for the past few weeks, we have had a succession of gorgeous sunshiny days.  We enjoyed great weather for the bulk of the Olympics, and now that we are in March, the sunshine, warm weather and blue skies continue.

This morning, on my way to an appointment in North Van, in a car driving beside me, I saw what appeared to be a thirty-something male, driving with his T-Shirt off.  It is THAT warm.

I look at the steering wheel, adorned with the its fluffy grey fun fur coat, and wonder if it is time to put the gift from Santa away, until next Fall ?

Certainly, with flowers bursting into bloom, and trees beginning to show signs of the buds becoming blossoms… it is surely Spring.

So… I slip the cover off the steering wheel, and feel the hard firm plastic that, for so very long, was the epitome and definition of driving safety.  It sits on the passenger’s seat beside me, on the long drive home.  I know it is an inanimate object, and has no feelings or thought… but because of its elastic, it curls up into a ball, like one of my cats.

Oh, what the heck, I’ll keep it on another month.  You NEVER know when we’re gonna get a cold snap !!!

Thanks, Santa !!!

A Little Hockey Talk With Our American Friends…

I thought I was done with writing Olympic posts… but I was wrong.

Yesterday was the culmination of the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic Events, and the Closing Ceremony.

The first event was the “Marathon” of the Winter Olympics, a 50 kilometre cross country ski race… an event that the European countries dominate and won.

The second event was the Gold Medal Game of Men’s Olympic Hockey… Team USA against Team Canada.  Through Twitter, the good-natured trash-talking between American and Canadian Tweeps was flying back and forth pretty quickly.

The first periods of the game went Canada’s way, but with a few minutes to go, the US Team pulled their goalie, and came storming back to tie the game, and send it to overtime.  In sudden-death, the play went back and forth, and both teams had chances.  There could not be a closer finish. 

It was only a matter of time until one team or the other got a lucky bounce, because both teams were pressing, and both goalies were keeping their teams in it.  But… in the end, it turned out that Canada got the last goal, and so Canada won the Gold Medal.

In that moment, the US Team’s hopes of a Miracle On Ice replay were dashed.

In that same moment, a lot of Tweets went out, congratulating Canadians for the Team Canada win.

I have a few American acquaintances who I keep in touch with… and every one of them were gracious in their congratulations.

Some Canadian friends are currently at a US Trade Show, and they were stunned by the number of people saying, “We wish it could have been our team, but it wasn’t, so we’re glad it was you.”

A lot of Canadians have been really vocal, saying “Hockey is OUR Game…”

But we conveniently forget that Olympic Hockey has NOT been our Game.  We won Gold in 1920, 1924, 1948 and 1952.  FIFTY years pass, and, in 2002, on the 50th Anniversary of our last win, Canada finally won Gold again… this time in both Men’s and Women’s Hockey.  Hockey is our game, but we do not own it.

Yes, we are good at it, as are many of our International friends.

Many of my American friends said yesterday, that the better Team won.  Because the game was taking place on Canadian soil… we will do the Canadian thing, and thank them for their kindness and grace.

I would like to think, because the two teams were so close in skill, that it could have gone either way… but the Gods of Whimsy decided to write a fairytale ending to our beloved Vancouver Olympic Games, and Team Canada won.

Thanks to the Gods of Whimsy for allowing us to finish the Olympics smiling from ear to ear… and coast to coast.

Thanks to our American Friends for being understanding in our joyous celebrations.  As Canadians, these Olympic Games have brought our country together, as we have not been together, in recent memory… and have allowed us to bond as a Nation, something that the Americans do VERY well, and we do, VERY rarely.

Thanks also to our American Friends for being our Friends… and after these Games, I hope, a little bit better friends.  We are more alike, than different…

Thanks, friends !

Chile… In Our Hearts…

A few years ago, I had an opportunity to travel with my wife to Chile on a wine-tasting tour.

I expected, as I headed to South America, to encounter a backwater, with various Juan Valdez look-alikes everywhere, leading burros.

I found, as soon as we arrived, a modern country filled with polite, courteous and friendly people.

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Trip to Chile's Wine Country - BobBlahBlah.com
Chile is, in my book, the Canada of South America.

Everywhere, the people were happy, hard-working and joyful.  The country was, (particularly in the region we were in,) warm and dry.

They delighted in meals…  Meals were never events to be rushed.  Meals should be lingered over, and savoured.  Preferably with friends, and a nice wine, or a few beers.

They acknowledge that the former President Pinochet, made some people disappear… and those I talked to were unilaterally sad about that.  But, in the same breath, they would also comment that he had also nationalized a lot of industries, and modernized the infrastructure of Chile, and begun the progress that allows the Chile of today to be a modern, progressive and prosperous nation.

Situated along the Western coast of South America, it is long and thin, and occupies a sliver along much of the Continent.

On our trip, we started in Santiago, and travelled South to the wineries of  the Colchagua Valley on the Tren del Vino.

A day trip, over 1 kilometre underground to the copper mine of Mina El Teniente, and the adjacent historic town of Sewell, were also experiences that daunted our nerves, and gave us an appreciation and respect for the fine people of Chile.

Miners, in the middle of having worked a hard shift, and doubtlessly wanting their coffee, without a word, shuffled along on their tiny benches, to make room for us visitors, in their tiny break room.

The next day, we toasted our adventures and basked in the warm sunshine of the eco-friendly Montes Winery.

Everywhere we went, the Chileans were consistently friendly, polite, helpful, gracious and thinking about tomorrow.

In the beautiful but small town of Santa Cruz, we came across an amazing museum.  Stunned, at the vastness of the collection, we asked about it, and were told that an arms dealer, who, since he was unable to leave the country, had wished to bring prosperity to the town where his mother had been born.

Another night, found us in a vacant lodge, which had once been a Franciscan Monastery, where four star chefs now worked.  It was busy six months of the year, when fisherman came flocking to visit.  The rest of the time, the lodge was vacant.

 

Just a few, of many examples, of how special the people and places are.  Around every corner, there was an undisturbed treasure… with people unabashedly delighted to share whatever they had.

I remember having a conversation with Nancy, a very nice woman from Chile, and a colleague of my wife, who worked in a branch office in Santiago. She was excited to move her daughter and herself into their new apartment building, which was being built in a better neighbourhood. I asked her why it was taking so long, and she explained that the construction standards were very high, and so it took a long time to build buildings, but because of the many earthquakes, it was a good thing that they were built so well…

On Friday night, I thought of her, and her daughter, as I heard about the terrible 8.8 magnitude earthquake that had hit Chile.

Seeing the pictures on the news, causes my eyes to well in tears.

But, I know that, perhaps more than us in Canada, they were prepared for such circumstances.

Today on CNN, several times, from different leaders, the same message was repeated, “‘It is not necessary for any country to send aid until the National Emergency Office has identified what needs are. We’ll be fine until then.”

The proud, self-reliant, hard-working people of Chile will graciously share their table with visitors from around the world.

Today, the people of Chile take a special place in our hearts, as we hold them in our thoughts and prayers.

 

 

Phil Pritchard…

Earlier this week, I was talking on Twitter with Elle B, and the topic of me being a Olympic Torch Bearer came up.

I said “My attitude is that I’m just taking care of the Olympic Torch, and sharing it with as many people as I can !”

Later that night, I thought about the joy that good fortune had bestowed upon me… and the next day, I met it, in person.

I started the day, wandering downtown, anxious to partake and absorb as much of the Olympic Spirit, as I possibly could.

Exploring Downtown Vancouver, in advance of the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics - BobBlahBlah.comWandered through the Post office, the Aboriginal Crafts Display, the Power Smart Exhibit, and headed for Canada House.  It had been a destination on a previous expedition, but, due to time constraints, one I had not been able to get through.

It was raining softly, but the crowd was happy, and moving quite quickly.Exploring Downtown Vancouver, in advance of the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics - BobBlahBlah.com

 

Say what you will, about Canada House… It has a bunch of fun video games for kids to play while waiting in line… several HONKING big TV screens, broadcasting the TV coverage… a photo opportunity with a bob sled… examples of how sports equipment has evolved over the years… and several Hockey Jerseys of famous Canadians, Richard and Gretzky…
And Phil Pritchard was there !!!
There are those of you who will say… “Who ???”
And some may say, “Who cares…”
I believe he has the best job in the world, and most people in Canada don’t know his name !!!   

Bob Gray - BobSongs meeting Phil Pritchard at Canada House during the 2010 Winter Olympics - BobBlahBlah.comBut on Tuesday, I got my picture taken with him.

As always, he was standing off to one side… humbly out of the spotlight.
 
As is his nature, he doesn’t hover, but blends into the background… and I had to seek him out, to ask to take a picture with him.
 
A nearby security guard was kind enough to play photographer for my photo opportunity.
 
He is the one I thought of, when I wrote the words… “My attitude is that I’m just taking care of it… and sharing it with as many people as I can !”
 
I have in my possession 1 of 12,000 Olympic Torches… but I’m just a guy taking care of it, and sharing it with as many people as I can.

Bob Gray - BobSongs meeting Phil Pritchard at Canada House during the 2010 Winter Olympics - BobBlahBlah.comOh, and Phil Pritchard ?  He’s the guy taking care of the Stanley Cup, and sharing it with as many people as he can.

On Tuesday, he shared it with me… and it was AWESOME !!!