NutFuckers
"Nutfuckers" is my latest expression. You can borrow it. I came up with it to describe the cast of Oceans 13. I said, "What a bunch of nutfuckers". But really, now that I've come up with it, I find it describes lots of people. Countries, even - like the G8, "What a bunch of nutfuckers". Or Terrorists, "What a bunch of nutfuckers".
Currently, many Ottawans could be using that expression to describe the Ottawa Senators, "What a bunch of nutfuckers".
Fandom - so fickle. But Ottawa Senators fans take a lot of heat for that and I'm not sure why. I was once watching a baseball game involving the Blue Jays and the Yankees and as the pitcher was leaving the field, a fan could very clearly be heard yelling, "You stink, Regetti!" That's what I heard, anyway. Man - too funny. And so New York. And the game was far from lost, too.
But yeah - the Ottawa Senators are kind of one of the heartbreaking teams we Ontarians are only too well aware of, having lived through the Toronto Maple Leafs for the past four decades of loserdom. As one of my kids put it, "The Senators can't win the Stanley Cup before the Leafs!?"
Hahahahahaha! Kids. They do say the darndest things.
I let go of any possibility of a Senator's win on Saturday night. That's as good as it's going to get - this year - for Senator's fans. Slow and steady wins the race and it won't be this year. Sorry, but you heard it here first on SooeySays. And I'm okay with that because my son had the night of his life on Saturday watching the Senators win on the big screen at City Hall. Instead of a loss (as I had feared) with the crowd silently filing off the grounds and exiting the downtown core in an orderly fashion, grimly driving back to the suburbs with nary a horn blow - there was a win with the crowd joyously spilling out on to Elgin street and staging an impromptu pedestrian parade before exiting the downtown core in an orderly fashion, happily driving back to the suburbs with celebratory horn blowing waving back at us downtowners as we headed to bed with a perfectly timed win to ease us into sleep.
Until we were awoken at 2:30 a.m. by some dumbassed retard blowing his horn as he drove up and down city streets before disappearing off on to the Queensway and back home to Kanata or some such crime against humanity 'burb.
But really, I think I got the whole professional sports thing that night. It's just tribalism - isn't it. Civilized tribalism. My territory is being represented in a contest and I want my team to beat your team because, well, at the very least, it means I live in a place where the guys who play hockey for a living in my town, can beat the guys who play hockey for a living in your town.
Not to over-analyze or anything.
And it sure feels good when your guys win, eh? I mean, not to be too PolySciGirl or anything, but I think our national hockey "thing" is pretty fascist. Most of the time, I can't stand it. It's anathema to me. Except when the Ottawa Senators are playing. Then I'm a fan and I want my team to win. NOT that I would be caught dead in a red tee-shirt. I gave up red tee-shirts when they became a symbol of support for the New Conservative Government of Canada.
And the New Conservative Government of Canada is most definitely NOT my tribe. EXCEPT, of course, when it's up against the American government or out there in the world representing my country, however embarrassingly.
Such is the nature of the beast of allegiance, I guess. Heheh - and Trudeau thought Canadians were citizens of the world. Yeah. Right. Maybe when the world is at war with aliens, DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!
Meanwhile, back in Hockeyland - if I was in charge of headline writing? This would be the headline in today Ottawa Citizen: "HAHA! Anaheim Fails To Score on Empty Net!"
