This collection of entries is from March 15, 2003.
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Back watching the Wolves tonight. First thought: Philadelphia is fast and we have defensive problems. Way too much time in our zone. Very scary part in the Third Period. Francis Lessard checks Jim Vandermeer into the boards at the Wolves bench. Vandermeer hit the partition at the end of the bench where it meets the glass. He is rocked - goes down hard. You can visibly see him twitch at least twice as he's on the ice. Play continues and moves into the Phantoms zone. Vandermeer is in trouble. He tries to get up and barely can. You can see it in his eyes - there's nobody home. Play is still going on. The trainer rushes over to him. Play starts to leave the Phantoms zone and starts coming back don the ice when a linesman finally blows the whistle. Why? Not for Vandermeer - Too Many Men on the Ice because the trainer is trying to help the guy. Scary. Vandermeer is helped off and never returns. This guy was definitely in trouble and play needed to be stopped. Instead, Philadelphia gets a penalty for trying to help this guy in trouble. Later, after a little rough play in Philadelphia's zone, Vandermeer's older brother Pete Vandermeer screams across the ice after Lessard and starts hitting him. He doesn't get the best of Francis, and he gets 17 minutes worth of penalties and is out the rest of the game. On the way out, Pete Vandermeer takes a few swings with his stick at a fan. Ugly. Tonight was the 2nd night of the St. Patrick's Day Jersey Auction. Odd bidding - the new guys are going for $1,000 but the older vets are around $425. It's the opposite than what I expect. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Too bad we won't be there to see it.
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Sunny. Upper 50's. Got the patio door open, letting that great fresh air into the house. Laying on the couch, watching the White Sox play the Brewers in Arizona. Ahhhhhhh. I'm diggin' this. Spring is a week away. We're going to Comiskey... oh, crap, I mean <gag>U.S. Cellular Field</gag> next Saturday for a Season Ticket Holder Open House. Rob Gallas, (Sr. Vice President, Marketing and Broadcasting) was on the TV with Hawk and DJ talking about the park improvements - a new jumbotron from Mitsubishi that's twice the size of the old one (I think it was a Sony) (also explains the big hole in the scoreboard that I saw when I was at the Garage Sale), new LED boards running 300 feet down each line on the upperdeck showing stats and information, and a new Fan Deck above the Batter's Eye in centerfield. Ahhhhh... baseball...
Soothsayer Caesar!
CAESAR Ha! who calls?
CASCA Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
CAESAR Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR What man is that?
BRUTUS A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESAR Set him before me; let me see his face.
CASSIUS Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
CAESAR What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
Julius Caesar Act I Scene II