Thursday, October 14, 2010
There's a song by Chantal Kreviazuk called Surrounded and it opens with these lines:
I was there
When you shone as bright as Bethlehem from afar
I was there
When you were young and strong and perverted
And everything that makes a young man a star
Oh, you were a star
Now I'm not one to have regrets or to worry about what has passed and what will come and I certainly am not one of those guys who rues that those days when I was young, truly young I mean, not young like I am now, are gone. They came and they went and when I was in the midst of them I made the most of them. Those were the days. When you're a young man you have to live a young man's life, so I always thought, because when the time comes when you have a baby in your arms and you are responsible for that child and all that will follow for him or her then its time to put the pursuits of a young man behind you, the drinking and smoking and fucking and all of the crazy youthful shit.
But when you're young then be the madman.
I can't remember the exact summer, it was either '89 or '90, that's all I know. It was one of a series of glorious summers. I had a job where I worked outside and made terrific money and while I worked hard we had a small crew of young guys so we had a good time. During the week I coached soccer in the evenings and I spent my weekends wandering the earth, sun burned and feet dusty, not a care in the world, drifting in whatever direction the wind pushed me.
My job was checking gas lines and meter sets for leaks and every year we had to do a sweep of the downtown grids of every city in the region. When it came to my hometown it always meant a special day because it meant getting downtown at around four in the morning to do the work before the city awoke and traffic made it impossible to do the job properly. It was always a two man job as well. Sudbury has never been a dangerous town, although its a pretty tough one, but poking around alleyways before the sun has come up probably isn't a good idea in any sizeable city.
So we had to get up at four but the deal was that when we finished we were free to go which meant a long weekend could be had. And we had it down to a science so we would finish up around eight in the morning, do our paperwork, grab breakfast, get a quick nap and then start our weekend. So of course being young and dumb that way the Thursday night before instead of hitting the hay early we hit the bars and I got nice and greased up.
There were two of us and my pal was a little bit older and he had a serious girlfriend (they ended up getting married) and as a result he didn't give a shit and so he would talk to anyone and everyone. Nothing doing for him, he just liked to feel like he was still in the game, plus it made nights like this more interesting. Going out with him was great because I was never the type to walk up to someone in a bar and strike up a conversation.
Now at this time if I recall correctly I was having some luck with the women and so as a result I was entirely myself whenever I got to talking to a girl at a bar or at a party. When it comes to women it worked like this for me back in the day. If I were going through a dry spell my overactive libido would make my life miserable. I would go out and if I saw a pretty girl I would become tongue tied and pretty well useless because I was an immature tool who could only think of one thing (other than getting loaded). And so the slump would extend and it would get worse and worse until finally one day I would file my papers for the priesthood at the local parish because why the hell not, I had already taken a vow of celibacy. And then I would go out and not give a shit and I would be relaxed and the first girl I talked to I would make her laugh and then we'd end up making out under a tree somewhere.
And then I would be mellow and so it would begin to ramp up and my luck would change and then next thing you know I'm getting laid and now I'm on top of the world and I'm relaxed as hell and I'm tearing the cover off the ball, so to speak. I mean even my outs are screaming line drives that just settle into a lucky infielder's glove.
But then I would get too cocky and I'd be full of myself and all of a sudden I'd hit a slump and then next you know I can't even get one to go in off my ass and suddenly I find myself pressing and I'm back to square one.
Seriously this was my life for a decade when it came to women.
So on this particular night, for some reason, I can't remember, I was riding the wave and so when my buddy started talking to two very attractive (and tall!) women I went right along, no problem, cool as can be and soon we were laughing and going back to a stone building in the older part of town where one had her apartment, one of these beautiful old buildings built back in the twenties with the high ceilings and big old windows. We had a couple of beers and then myself and the girl whose apartment it was, a tall cool blonde with a sexy voice and a few years on me, retired to her room where we made out for a little bit until my buddy (who had only had a couple of beers all night) came and banged on the door as it was time to go to work.
I got her number and called a few days later but she never called back which I thought was a shame but really for all my bravado I figured she was a bit out of my league and so I thought I'd just enjoy that what happened happened.
And so a week had gone by and we went to our usual Friday night haunt and it turns out (I am sure I knew this but I can't remember exactly, way too many cells have plunged off the cliff) that she was a bartender there. She sees me and she smiles and next thing I know I have a free beer and there's a round for my buddies and they are quite impressed. And all night whenever I finish my beer and turn around she's there grinning with another and at the end of the night she comes over and has one with me after last call and then another and then she calls a cab and we head back to her place and there you go.
In the morning well here we go again and then after a short while she takes a shower and tells me to take my time and just lock the door on my way out as she has to hit it.
And so I roll over and fall back asleep with a gentle breeze pushing the curtains in and the sun shining and I get up finally and make some coffee and have a shower and then I walk into town and grab a paper and walk up to the high school where a bunch of the guys are playing some soccer. I fuck around a bit but I'm no player and so I lean against a fence and read my paper and drink my coffee and feel stunned about it all until the game wraps up and we head back to Frank's to start drinking.
The best thing is that this went on for weeks, right into August when I unknowingly broke the rules, calling her at her place on a Saturday night, stumbling over, she at home having drinks with a few friends. I stayed over that night but that was the last and the next time I saw her she was polite but there were no drinks and no invites back to her lovely apartment. Summer was almost over by this time so it wasn't the end of the world but it wasn't the first time I've been led astray by the old cock and balls. Couldn't leave well enough alone, eh fellows? Had to get greedy.
Man she was a fox.
Really there's nothing about the Oilers that equates to that story because I was twenty one or so and I had casual no strings attached sex with a beautiful woman who gave me free beer.
Um, the Oilers won five Stanley Cups in seven years? That would be it I guess.
Ok, ok, have to tie this in somehow but I'm distracted now, damnit.
The Oilers have had one very good game and one so-so game. They really did not deserve that win over Florida but sometimes you get the breaks and Khabibulin, who was shaky looking (to be fair he was probably a little rusty) in game one, turned in a nice performance to earn the two points in game two.
Other than him there wasn't much to recommend about the Oilers' performance. Gilbert was really terrific and he and Smid have had a nice start. Peckham looked fine although he got caught watching on Reasoner's second goal. If he's still doing that a year from now then its a problem but right now at this moment after two games ( ;) ), he looks like a player. For what its worth. I like Theo, what can I say? He's a throwback to the little teams that could and I'm cheering for the big goof.
Up front well, um. Hmm. Ryan Jones had a good game? Eberle is one smart cookie, he certainly does not look out of place. And, um. Well that's all I've got. Some other guys were fine, they just didn't do a whole lot. Against Florida. Ugh.
Meanwhile Shawn Horcoff is just walking up to women, giving them a sly grin and ending up in the back seat of his buddy's K-Car right now. Two goals and not a shot taken on either of them. Here's hoping that this continues, buddy has had an awful run of luck this last while.
And the PK is perfect so far which is gratifying after the shitshow of the past couple of years. By the way did you know that Hemsky played more on the PK against the Flames than he did all of last season.
We'll see tonight how much of Sunday was Florida and how much was the Oilers. Likely the truth lies in between. I've enjoyed these first two victories thank you very much and I'm hoping to see the odd one here and there as the season progresses. I'd prefer that they are deserved but hey I'll take the lucky ones too. No need to sneer at them right now. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once and a while. Don't deny him his Saturday morning newspaper and coffee in the sun. :)
Posted by Black Dog at 3:15 PM