OT - I'm bored, Part Tanev

[Vadered]

Here you go DS, now figure out what I'm looking at.

The first chart says the lower your cost per win, the more wins you have.
The second chart says the more you spend, the more wins you have.

This is actually not a contradiction. A lower cost per win doesn't (necessarily) mean you spend less; it simply means you spend your money more efficiently. Say I went out and spent $1,000 to buy some decent hockey equipment and Pavel Datsyuk spends $2,000 on his own hockey equipment, and then we play each other one on one five times. Pavel wins the first four and I win the last one (because he felt bad for me).

My cost per win is $1,000 / 1 win = $1000/win.
Datsyuk's cost per win is $2,000 / 4 wins = $500/win.

So even though he spent more overall, he also spent less per win. Granted, this scenario is unrealistic because Datsyuk is a goal scoring machine. He can't be bargained with. He can't be reasoned with. He doesn't feel pity, remorse, or fear. Still, the point stands.

 

[Vadered]

The most surprising thing about that chart to me is that the Flyers are 16th in wins in the last six years. That's much worse than I thought they were. I wonder where we are if you remove shootout wins from that equation...

 

[IPostedWhat]

I found the article those charts belong to, and they explain it all in great detail if anyone feels like reading?

NHL lockout: Would NBA or MLB make a good CBA model? - NHL - Sporting News

 

[Winged_Wheel88]

So I had this strange dream last night.

In it, I felt like going to a Grand Rapids Griffins (Red Wings minor league team) game. Strange, as I've never had that urge to go before. I got there late and only caught the last few minutes. Of course, I ate a slice of pizza and wondered why instead of playing on ice the players were wearing roller skates on a rubber-matted surface. But you don't wonder about such things until after you wake up.

After the game was over (ended 8-8), I was headed to the doors when some guy in a panic bumped into me on his way out and that's where my part in my own dream comes to an end.

This nameless dude is sure someone is following him. He cannot prove it, but the feeling has been growing on him nonstop throughout the game and it is now at a fever pitch.

He makes his way to the parking lot (the sun is almost down) and he is so wound up that he has taken to crouching behind the cars. When he works up the courage, he'll peek over them to try and find his stalker. He makes his way slowly to his own car and it dawns on him that the same car has been circling the parking lot and does not seem to be looking for the exit.

He finally gets to his own car, still crouching behind it. He notices the strange car is approaching again. He doesn't dare unlock it with his key because his model of car has the lights blink on and off when the button is pressed. He waits until the exact moment the car goes by to jump in his car and he speed off towards the exit.

The man without a name comes to the end of the parking lot and notices the eerie car is behind him. Despite numerous cars on the road going both ways, including a Police car, he frantically wheels out into the street going as fast as he can. Of course, red and blue lights start flashing behind him almost immediately.

He pulls over at a gas station and waits for the Officer. Minutes pass by, and he grows uneasy again. The policeman and a guy in a t-shirt and blue jeans approach the car. Our hero rolls down the window, fear increasing by the moment. The Officer sticks his head into the window and the nameless man starts stuttering right away, "I'm sorry Officer, but you have to understand that I was in a panic and fearing for my life. Your, you see..." at this point the Policeman cuts him off. "Hold on, " he says in a lazy voice. "There's been a misunderstanding. I'll let him explain."

At this, the Police officer backs up and the unknown man in the t-shirt and blue jeans leans into the window. Instantly our man knows this was who he feared. He's bearded and balding and while he looks completely normal there is something about him that does not seem...human. "Sorry, " he says. "I have not been chasing you." At this point, his head disappears out the window and offers his hand to our hero. Except where there should be fingers there are three tentacle-like digits protruding from his hand.

And that's when the dream ended.

 

[pixburgher66]

So I had this strange dream last night.

In it, I felt like going to a Grand Rapids Griffins (Red Wings minor league team) game. Strange, as I've never had that urge to go before. I got there late and only caught the last few minutes. Of course, I ate a slice of pizza and wondered why instead of playing on ice the players were wearing roller skates on a rubber-matted surface. But you don't wonder about such things until after you wake up.

After the game was over (ended 8-8), I was headed to the doors when some guy in a panic bumped into me on his way out and that's where my part in my own dream comes to an end.

This nameless dude is sure someone is following him. He cannot prove it, but the feeling has been growing on him nonstop throughout the game and it is now at a fever pitch.

He makes his way to the parking lot (the sun is almost down) and he is so wound up that he has taken to crouching behind the cars. When he works up the courage, he'll peek over them to try and find his stalker. He makes his way slowly to his own car and it dawns on him that the same car has been circling the parking lot and does not seem to be looking for the exit.

He finally gets to his own car, still crouching behind it. He notices the strange car is approaching again. He doesn't dare unlock it with his key because his model of car has the lights blink on and off when the button is pressed. He waits until the exact moment the car goes by to jump in his car and he speed off towards the exit.

The man without a name comes to the end of the parking lot and notices the eerie car is behind him. Despite numerous cars on the road going both ways, including a Police car, he frantically wheels out into the street going as fast as he can. Of course, red and blue lights start flashing behind him almost immediately.

He pulls over at a gas station and waits for the Officer. Minutes pass by, and he grows uneasy again. The policeman and a guy in a t-shirt and blue jeans approach the car. Our hero rolls down the window, fear increasing by the moment. The Officer sticks his head into the window and the nameless man starts stuttering right away, "I'm sorry Officer, but you have to understand that I was in a panic and fearing for my life. Your, you see..." at this point the Policeman cuts him off. "Hold on, " he says in a lazy voice. "There's been a misunderstanding. I'll let him explain."

At this, the Police officer backs up and the unknown man in the t-shirt and blue jeans leans into the window. Instantly our man knows this was who he feared. He's bearded and balding and while he looks completely normal there is something about him that does not seem...human. "Sorry, " he says. "I have not been chasing you." At this point, his head disappears out the window and offers his hand to our hero. Except where there should be fingers there are three tentacle-like digits protruding from his hand.

And that's when the dream ended.

You have fun dreams. I can only remember disjointed parts of my dreams. And those disappear quickly too.

 

[pixburgher66]

Sports kinda suck right now. But I suppose I have to learn to find joy elsewhere now. *sigh* Steelers? Suck. Pitt? Sucks more. Pirates? Hah...suck and they're done. Penguins? Scattered about. My HS team? Just got their asses handed to them, but should have a shot in the playoffs and need to get freaking healthy. My HS alma mater is the only team doing well, and I only marginally care.

 

[Winged_Wheel88]

Sports kinda suck right now. But I suppose I have to learn to find joy elsewhere now. *sigh* Steelers? Suck. Pitt? Sucks more. Pirates? Hah...suck and they're done. Penguins? Scattered about. My HS team? Just got their asses handed to them, but should have a shot in the playoffs and need to get freaking healthy. My HS alma mater is the only team doing well, and I only marginally care.

 

[pixburgher66]

Thanks for the puppy and the hug, because those are awesome no matter my mood. I really have learned to let go a *little* bit. I was only marginally angry on Thursday. And that's weird. I had had a beer, that could be a factor. Haha. I think my big thing right now is I'm stressed enough without adding sports-stress. Maybe that's why God is stealing hockey from me...*sniff* WHAT IF I PROMISE TO NOT LET IT STRESS ME OUT!? No? ...FINE. Can I have it back after all theses stupid projects are done? And my rotation? And I get a job that involves making money? FINE.

 

[Winged_Wheel88]

So just now I was in line at McDonalds for a Mocha Frappe. The downpour stopped outside. There were still many dark clouds but the sun was breaking through. I craned my neck around, this way and that, to see if there was a rainbow. No luck. I pulled up to the second window and waited for 3 minutes and stared straight ahead feeling kinda bummed out. Right in front of me a rainbow was born. A small 2-color one grew into a longer 3-colored one until it stretched against the sky and a 4th purple one could be seen.

Thank you, God, for the little moments in life.

 

[Winged_Wheel88]

Kind of had a feeling that rainbow was an omen.

Lions came back from 10 down to win in OT, and the Tigers won game two in the ALCS.

 

[dash]

Alabama's LaMichael Fanning with a WWE belly-to-back suplex...

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[Comeds]

Alabama's LaMichael Fanning with a WWE belly-to-back suplex...

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Marginal call.

 

[elocomotive]

Marginal call.

Lol. You almost got me to spit my soda. So close.

Wow, quite the "hit."

 

[puckhead]

not trying to be a dick, but why would that be a penalty?

 

[Darkstone42]

not trying to be a dick, but why would that be a penalty?

I think lifting is illegal. You can knock a player off his feet, or pick him up a little bit to drive him down onto his back, but you can't haul him off the ground and flip him over your head due to a high risk of neck injury for both the tackler and the tacklee.

 

[puckhead]

I understand the danger of dropping a guy on his head,
but I just don't know what rule had been broken.

 

[Slimpikins]

You can take a player to the ground as part of your tackle but you can't throw a guy to the ground. That is a penalty every day and twice on Sunday.

It could also easily be necessary roughness. At the point in the play where he lifted him, all he had to do was fall to the ground with the guy.

 

[Vadered]

I understand the danger of dropping a guy on his head,
but I just don't know what rule had been broken.

Unnecessary roughness. As per the NFL rules (not sure if NCAA is the same here but I'd imagine so):

"There shall be no unnecessary roughness. This shall include, but not be limited to, <insert a whole bunch of words which do not include Chris Benoit's triple german suplex move>."

They use the phrase "but not be limited to" in order to leave themselves an out when somebody does something they just never would have though of, like climbing the goal posts and launching a flying elbow at the runner.

 

[puckhead]

question:
looks like DX just got added to my cable package.

is it worth starting to watch Sons of Anarchy in the middle?
what about Wilfred?

 

[IPostedWhat]

8500!