Spitballin’ (or Super Pass It To Bulis: All In, if you love adventurous acronymizing) is a feature that allows us to touch on a multitude of things really fast, because in the world of hockey, there are always lots of things to find and colour. Here are a few quick topics.
Daniel and Henrik Sedin, playoff performers
The panic over Daniel and Henrik Sedin’s dropoff in scoring bewilders me, especially in that it completely contradicts the annual dismissal of their regular-season totals. We hear the same thing every year: Their scoring doesn’t mean anything until they can get it done in the playoffs.
If that’s the case, it really shouldn’t matter how they’re doing right now, since it’s not the playoffs and their regular-season production is in no way indicative of what they’ll do then. Right?
Of course, that’s not how it works, and many are using the Sedins’ recent slump as evidence that they won’t be able to produce in the postseason. So basically, the way I understand it, anything from the regular-season that projects positively doesn’t count, and anything that projects negatively is magnified by a billion.
David Booth will eat anything, apparently
Last week, David Booth’s Twitter account got some major play in this space, and we have to give him some love again for this tweet:
It’s funny on its own, just because it’s so succinct and horrifying, but what makes it even funnier is that it came two hours after this Ryan Kesler tweet.
Now, I’m not sure if Kesler was, shall we say, “encouraged” to tweet this, or if he spontaneously felt the need to share with us the wonders of his $16 luxury hotel restaurant sandwich, but either way, it definitely reads like a commercial. I love the way Booth managed to deconstruct it in six words.
Chicago Wolves St. Patrick’s Day jerseys
Here are Mike Duco and Eddie Lack modelling the special, Chicago Wolves St. Patrick’s Day Jerseys, which will be worn on Wednesday, March 14, Saturday, March 24, and Sunday, March 25, then auctioned off as part of the team’s St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser in benefit of Easter Seals. There’s no arguing with the cause; how’s the jersey itself?
They’re no Chicago Express pint o’beer jerseys but, as a fan of the Minnesota Wild Christmas tree jersey, I like the primary colour a lot. Frankly, I think forest green is woefully under-utilized in hockey, a winter sport that should have a whole lot more pine representation. But the more I look at these, the more I think it doesn’t work. First, the tan lettering and trim only serves to wash the green right out, and it doesn’t pop the way diagonal wording needs to. White would have looked much better, and it would have served to mute the Jewel-Osco patch on the shoulder, which stands out like a sore thumb now.
And I’m not feeling the plaid stripe along the bottom. Again, I think it’s the colouring.
That said, I might like these better if they weren’t taken in front of a carpenter beige wall. Seriously. No one looks good standing in front of carpenter beige. That’s the default wall colour in new houses so that you have to buy paint.
Dancing Jack is the new ‘I Didn’t Do it’ Boy
Considering this video of young Jack Milos busting a move to LMFAO’s “I’m Sexy and I Know it” has over 700,000 views, I’m assuming you’ve seen it already, but let me be the first to say I don’t really get it.
Yeah, it’s super cute, but cute kids dance on the Jumbotron every week, and they’d all keep dancing if you held a camera on them for an entire song. While Jack is better than most, is he really “flown to The Today Show” better? This doesn’t make any sense to me.
What creeps me out about when these dancing kids go viral (and it happens all the time, seriously) is that they get brought to television shows to re-enact spontaneity, and wind up looking like prisoners of their own precociousness. Dance for us! Do it now!
For example, here’s Jack on Urban Rush, where his slick moves seem less like a thing done in the heat of the moment and more like a thing done because grown-ups told him he was supposed to.Tags: canucks on twitter, david booth, jack the dancing kid, Kesler, spitballin