Her big thing now is readng. She reads everything she sees. Had me pulling books out of the bookshelf the other evening at dinner so she could read the titles. “The Romantic” “Alligator” “Insurrection in Dublin” “Trainspotting” “Certainty”
So of course now we have to be careful. Christmas shopping lists have to be hidden. Daddy has to be careful what he looks at on the laptop.
Mommy, what is Oriental Anal?
Now the latest thing that they are talking about in school is the difference between fiction and nonfiction so my daughter walks around pointing out whenever something is fiction.
That’s fiction. Pigs don’t talk.
Snowmen don’t dance and sing. That’s fiction. (of course this was worrisome because Frosty was dancing with Santa – for a second I thought there might be trouble)
Is this fiction? Dogs can’t play guitar. (Charlie Brown Christmas, which was followed by a lengthy discussion about whether or not Snoopy’s exclusion made it non fiction and an attempt to explain that it would be fictional yet realistic if it were not for Linus constantly wandering about quoting scripture and waxing philosophical.)
Now if you want to talk about fiction lets talk about Tuesday night against Chicago and its meaning in the grand scheme of things. The reality is, not very much. The Oilers have played well since the L.A. loss. They have eliminated their slow starts and they have had consistent efforts and balanced scoring and everything a team needs to get things going the right way. Even Tuesday they started well and likely deserved better then to be down two going into the second.
And when it was three to one they were bringing it to the Hawks and then the wheels came off and just because Gilbert and Souray had a terrible night (among others) and the goaltending was iffy and they got thumped so badly that the last time they conceded nine goals it was the Winnipeg Jets who did it to them doesn’t mean that MacT is in any more trouble, if any at all, then he was before the game started.
A couple of things though. This game was in doubt and would have remained competitive if it were not for the sudden regression of the PK which had looked a little better lately. No shape to the PK, no shots getting blocked, nothing. Three PP goals for Chicago early and that broke the Oilers' back.
Now when I see Horcoff and Moreau (Moreau once broke his leg blocking a shot in preseason for Christ sakes) not blocking shots I have to think that that is deliberate, as in coached, behaviour. And while they miss Stoll and Reasoner and Pisani, obviously, the lack of down ice pressure, as Dennis pointed out, the failure to block shots and the basic gong show feel about the whole exercise leads me to believe that this is a coaching issue. Horcoff and Moreau and Brodziak and Pisani have all killed penalties and done so successfully. Is this Buchberger’s doing? If so then why is he still in charge of it? We know the answer to this because in so many ways lately this club has put the red pants on the mouse but come on. Is this a developmental year for the coaching staff too?
And for those who are on Erik Cole. Here is a guy who has been a consistent scorer for years. Yet they bring him in and first play him out of position and then play him with a guy who has one year of fourth line duty under his belt and a guy who was last an offensive force when he played for the Sudbury Wolves.
Plus very little time on the PP.
Plus he is getting the tough minutes.
So it seems to me that this is another case of a guy being misused. Why they don’t fire him up with a couple of kids to create a bona fide second scoring line is beyond me and another example of the disconnect between what is happening with this club and what seems like basic common sense.
And that friends, is not fiction.
We’re off to the Island tomorrow at noon and we’re driving it. Yes, we are mental. 1700 kilometres in a minivan with a five year old, a three year old and a five month old.
And Little Fury worries that I will run out of stories.
Hah, I say! And again, hah!
Speak to you when we arrive. Which could be anytime between Friday night and Boxing Day. Its the great unknown.