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chirpingpigeons · 1 year
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nylanderbunting · 1 year
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Guelph Storm @ Kitchener Rangers (3/7/2023)
I had the incredible opportunity to get a full behind the scenes tour of the Aud (Kitchener Memorial Auditorium) as part of one of my jobs. Pictured below is the Center ice view from the tv press box, Montreal Canadiens’ 2022 1st round pick Filip Mešár’s stall, and an image of the scoreboard mid game.
My tour was led by COO Joe Birch, who is a very kind and wise man. I also met Alex Witherspoon (Digital Marketing Manager), Megan Wymenga (Retail Manager), Dominic Hennig (Director of Communications and Hockey Operations), Zach Foss (Director of Ticketing), and last but not least, Patrice Whiffen (In-Game Host and Game Operations Manager).
As a female, I am very fortunate to have been able to attend the International Women’s Day Game and see all the recognition and appreciation first hand. Truly a special experience
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samtheflamingomain · 2 years
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it takes a hockey team to raise a child
Before I explain myself, I want to say first: the child in this story is a 15-year-old. A child, but not one incapable of grasping the concept of losing.
I went to a hockey game today. Yes, I'm gay and I fucking love hockey sue me. I'm Canadian. It's in the blood.
There's always fun little segments during breaks like "loudest person wins a hat" etc. 99% of the time it's just rewarding the most adorable child on camera, and I'm 99% of the time totally fine with that. Yes, I would like a Kitchener Rangers hat, but I am positive that screaming 8yo will like it a lot more, very much choose that kid over me please.
Another caveat: I dislike kids, generally. Just not my thing, they seem very annoying to be around and I can't imagine having to do it full-time. But I very much subscribe to the "it takes a village" philosophy and believe that, as a member of society, I can take actions that benefit the next generation. Best example being a crosswalk where it's usually very safe to jaywalk. But if I happen to be there when a parent says "we press the button and wait till the light tells us it's safe to walk" to their young child, I also wait. It helps establish that this is a rule everyone must follow and that safety is important.
I also frequently remind myself that I was once a child, and if I were 8 at a hockey game and won a hat, I know it would've made my entire goddamn year, so I have no problem allowing kids to win shit.
But.
Today was the first hockey game of the season, stadium more packed than pre-covid. So they introduced a few new gimmicks.
If you've seen Always Sunny or have been to a live hockey game you know one of the games is bringing a random person onto the ice at the blue line to shoot a puck into the net. This year, they decided to switch it up a bit, the damn jabronies.
You start literally 2ft from the net. Shoot, score, you win a keychain.
Would you like to move back 6ft and try for a hat AND a keychain?
(The person they picked was 15 but if this were say a 10yo I would probably invoke 'children gambling' but at 15 I feel you understand "double or nothing" type deals so I'll let this point slide for now.)
Homeboy makes the shot. Obviously. But then he's asked if he'd like to go back to centre-ice and shoot for a jersey. What kid wouldn't already be riding the adrenaline of 2 goals in front of 6k ppl, being cheered on, thinking they can make the shot from centre-ice for an incredibly more valuable prize?
Of course he agrees, and misses by a few feet. Aw.
But then, the announcer asks the crowd, should he get another try? Yeah, fair enough I'll clap for it. Another shot, another miss. Ah. Well, lesson lear-
"Let's hear it if we should give him the jersey for his efforts!" Roaring cheers.
Excuse the absolute fuck out of me, but what is the point in having him shoot at all if you're just gonna reward him anyway? Just pick a seat number and say boom you win a jersey.
If it were a 10yo I would say 100% the kid did his best give it to him he's probably on the verge of tears. 15? If I think back to being that age, I think I'd almost find it embarrassing to be rewarded for failure. I can't speak for that kid, but the entire thing felt very... contrived.
Usually, they line up like 6 people to shoot for 6 different prizes, and it's usually ridiculous. A 5yo shooting from centre-ice for a lawnmower and fucking winning it and not caring. An octogenarian brining a walker onto the ice to shoot for a pool table and nearly concussing the ref way out in left field. A literal toddler that can barely move the puck and it takes a full 30s to reach the net but it does and the crowd roars as this 4yo has won... a years' pass to the WW2 Museum.
I get that it may be kinda sad that the kid pushed his luck and lost. But that's the entire fucking setup and point of this particular gimmick. To totally override it by getting an already-fired-up-crowd to cheer seemed incredulous to me.
Here's what they should've done: not made it a gamble. Oh, you made the first shot, wanna push yer luck? No, first shot you get the keychain, now move back 6ft to shoot for the hat. Nice, got the hat, now the jersey. You should be rewarding success by offering more success, because, and I cannot stress this enough:
This is a child that was plucked from his seat to go on the ice before 6k people with 0 warning. This is going to be one of this kid's Core Memories, no matter how it ends. Absolutely nobody is missing the net from 2ft away so they're getting the damn keychain. Almost no one will miss from 8ft. Almost everyone WILL miss from centre-ice. But kids don't fuckin know that. If they didn't pull the "oh let's give it to him anyway" bit he would've sauntered away jerseyless and keychainless without really understanding that 8ft v. 35ft is a much, MUCH harder shot even pros routinely miss. Like, a LOT. And not wearing skates?? If you walk onto ice in shoes and shoot a netter from centre-ice having never held a hockey stick that's almost a goddamn act of god right there. It Is. Hard.
I figure skated for 4 years. I peaked at 8, landing my only ever double toe loop. Today I can only land a single axle and a double axle maybe 10% of the time. I never played hockey, but one thing I've realized is that most people don't truly grasp how hard it is to skate from coast-to-coast. It's nowhere near as big an area as a football field, but again, you're wearing Knife Shoes and have 50lbs of equipment on. Skating sports are so much harder than you think. Most of the kids featured in these segments have never even stepped on a rink.
Which brings me to another rule: 14+. Kids in elementary school should not be made to fail in front of thousands full stop. Well, if they shoot wide and don't win a lawnmower, it's not that sad. I doubt even the kid is sad. Why is he even shooting for a lawnmower when the next fully grown adult woman is shooting for a men's shaving kit?
I could've written an entire post on the actual game I watched because it was quite eventful, but hours later, I keep thinking about that kid that lost but still won. He's old enough to understand pity and I don't think he's really going to enjoy that jersey, because he'll always know that he didn't truly win it.
Maybe I'm overthinking. But it brings me back to the "everyone gets a participation trophy" trope that Boomers invoke without realizing it's their generation dishing out said trophies.
Gen Z is my favorite generation, which feels weird to say. They're the one that's going to really make change. I truly believe they're simply more aware and smarter than any other generation. They have had the tools to do so since birth. Late millennials like myself nearly hit that mark, but even I took 18 years to become a progressive socialist. Now you see fuckin 12yos on Twitter with anarchist progressive atheist in the bio. They're fucking S M A R T.
Which is part of why this entire event felt very off. I think, if I'd gone to the game 10y ago and saw someone my age shoot and miss and still win I wouldn't have cared. I may have even envied them for their material prize winnings.
But they're smart and know what a scam is, what an MLM is, a cash-grab, a sneaky sponsor. So they also know when they're being pitied/talked down to/patronized.
OHL, get yer shit together and, if I may, also, give yer balls a tug, ya titfuckers. (Please watch Shoresy it's my favorite show ever it is a love letter to hockey).
Stay Greater, flamingos.
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blue-frogg · 7 months
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I feel like this is how Jennys kitchen would look like in our times.
(I am currently reading the part where Jenny invites Gilan to her house)
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eqan · 5 months
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we closed on a house the other day and will be moving over the next 1-2 months (:
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theraven-gil-lyn · 2 years
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source: Brooklyn 99
the craftmasters just wanna be his friend, but halt fresh out of tey is too emo
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c-119 · 1 year
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For that drawing request thing you've got going... could we please see Maru's first experience with 5-alarm firehouse chili (or the Carsverse equivalent?)
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A traumatic experience. He denies it ever happened, but whenever five-alarm chili has been made for dinner since, he’s been ‘too busy’ to even get himself near the kitchen.
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readyfreddy · 24 days
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both of my junior teams are out of the playoffs (one just got swept and the other didn’t have a fighting chance)
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augment-techs · 7 months
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Axe: I wanna hold your ham. Yellow: Penne for your thoughts. Photon: You're wonton in a million. Virgil: You're radishing. Nokrea: Olive you. Karone: You've got a peach of my heart. Andros: I...don't...understand??
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mintys-musings · 8 months
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just throwing this out here bc it will not leave my brain:
in my quest to put shiina in the center of the most wild polycule/constellation ever, ive thought of the idea of him rizzing up the entire princess dorm (rinne, hiyori, and kanata)
no idea how he'd win over kanata. rinnes obvious. but specifically for hiyori i have made up some elaborate scenario in my mind of him hiring niki to help cater some event since he's the only one who can match the food to his hyper specific tastes. and it goes on to him hiring niki as a private chef whenever, wanting to give him a lil makeover since he thinks niki is cute, and slowly falling for him through the love language of good food and charisma.
rinne still has first dibs though. thats his husband.
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trickstump · 1 year
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i like to imagine greg's just having a super cool day during the family therapy episode
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timmurleyart · 1 year
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Border BBQ. 🍗👹🔥☠️🐂💀🌵🐴
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unofficialchronicle · 7 months
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grittyreadsfic · 1 year
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IT'S WEDNESDAY!!! I updated ijhsiwgf and posted a fic under 2k!!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43896601
And of course my Google docs+ Pinterest boards + playlists are thriving lol.
- 💖
i got the email about the update and i’m so excited to read it (and also your new fic!!!)
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xoxoladyaz · 1 year
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Deep down, Steve knows that it's only a matter of time until he gets caught.
It feels like he's gone through the five stages of grief, like, twenty times. He can't count how many hours he's spent rationalizing it: what Eddie doesn't know won't hurt him, this is normal, people do it all the time, and besides, Eddie would feel completely betrayed if he knew and their relationship is so new that it's just not worth the risk. The absolute last thing he wants is to upset Eddie and this will just make him upset so really, Steve is doing the honorable thing by just not telling him, by pretending that he's not hiding anything, that everything is fine.
But it's not Eddie that catches him; hell, it isn't even someone in the Party; it's Jeff, Eddie's friend/Hellfire Club member/Corroded Coffin bandmate who shows up too early for D&D at Steve's one day and sees something he shouldn't have.
"This isn't what it looks like."
Jeff walks into the kitchen and frowns, like he's confused by what he's seeing and why Steve is so anxious, why he's sweating like he's just run a marathon. "It looks like you're blending a bunch of veggies together in a blender."
Shit. "Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."
Jeff still looks confused. "And this is a big deal because - "
"Because I haven't told Eddie that the 'special pasta sauce' that I've been using the last three months whenever we have spaghetti and meatballs is actually entirely made of, like, ten different kinds of vegetables," Steve rushes out, and Jeff's face smoothes in understanding.
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense. The dude has a weird vendetta against veggies."
Steve groans, slumping in relief. "Tell me about it. Do you know how hard it is to hide veggies in every single meal that I make for him? Because if I don't, then he's never going to eat them, and I'm worried about his health enough as it is."
Jeff nods. "It's the smoking, right?"
"The smoking, and the drinking, and I know he's sneaking out to smoke with Jon and Argyle, but he doesn't exercise and he only eats highly processed cereal with loads of sugar and I just don't want him to have a heart attack before the age of forty!"
"Hey, hey, Steve, man, your secret's safe with me." Jeff holds his hands up in supplication. "And for the record, I'm on your side. The dude is like a feral raccoon."
"I know," Steve sighs. "But he's my feral raccoon."
That makes Jeff start laughing. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom and I have been doing the same thing for years now. If you want, we could exchange recipes sometime."
"Really?" Steve perks up and now, now he's excited. "That would be great!"
"Sick. Need some help with the meatballs?"
"Please!"
And that is how Eddie and Gareth and Phil and Dustin and Mike and Lucas and Erica and Will find them later, chatting and laughing while Steve tosses his homemade noodles into his now-simmering pasta sauce, Jeff sitting on the kitchen island and drinking a beer.
This time, it's Jeff who looks like he's seen a ghost. "This isn't what it looks like."
"Oh?" Eddie asks, and his voice is totally controlled, which means that Jeff is screwed. "So you're not hanging out with my boyfriend and making him do that cute little blushy giggle that is my cute blushy giggle?"
"Eddie!" Steve scolds, but it's too late, Jeff knows his fate is sealed.
"Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."
(Jeff's rogue is caught in the blast zone when Dustin's ranger kills a large acid toad. Still, he can't feel too mad when he sees Eddie smirk and then lick the veggie sauce out of his pasta bowl.)
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