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little drawing/tribute for pleasantries that I made!! I love this song in particular, the guitar riffs are so awesomesauce amazing bonkers crazy

go check out pleasantries’ songs!! they also make satirical songs about cats and other stuff along with the songs with a more serious undertone.

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Exalted Secret Santa Journal: 2020

Apologies for the slight delay! My journal this year is going to be pretty much the same one as last year; I was working on an additional reference but it absolutely got away from me, so I’ll give it more time and save it for next year. Without further ado:

Daia Shan- Serenity Caste Sidereal

Once just a troublesome junior bureaucrat in the halls of Yu-Shan, Daia truly gained infamy upon her selection to accompany a strike team of Exalted heroes on a mission into the depths of the worldbody of the Yozi Oramus, and her subsequent escape and return from that impossible prison, nearly a thousand years later. The experience left her profoundly changed; even now, the spite of Oramus hangs like a mantle around Daia, ensuring that the waking world she fought so hard to return to will never feel like anything more than a dream. And then, of course, there is the matter of the power she took from the Sevenfold Peacock willingly… and how that power might be changing her still.

Daia is a somewhat petite woman, belying an athletic build. She is ethnically from the Blessed Isle, with dark grey hair that she prefers to wear up, usually in a bun or a knot. Her face, which she tries but fails to keep free of stress and worry lines, is usually found bearing a smirk or an expression of dangerous faux-politeness. Her eyes bear the iconic starry blue of the Serenities caste, but are also shot through with bands of a strange prismatic iridescence. She bears a large pair of bull horns atop her head, a mutation received during her time inside the Worldbody. The nature of the power bequeathed to her by Oramus is such, though, that her very nature is beginning to blur around the edges, and it is not unusual for her day-to-day appearance to fluctuate strangely as mutations come and go like glitches. She is a bit of a fashionista, favoring blues, dramatic and sharp femme looks (she avoids ruffles and prefers sleeker outfits), and jewelry of all sorts (a lot of it). She rarely wears the same exact outfit twice, so do not feel obligated to stick to the reference- you can get creative! She wears makeup, but prefers cool colors and an understated application.

Daia’s most important accessory is her longfang, the Sevenfold Peacock’s Tailfeather. Forged from starmetal, orichalcum, and a crystalline shard of Oramic essence, the weapon contains knowledge of every martial arts technique known by every user to have ever wielded it, and seems to hunger for more to the point where its obsession has bled over into Daia herself. Even more potently, it bears deep within its core the secret to a martial art concocted by the Dragon of Not himself, whose charms grant the power to ignore the limits of impossibility at the cost of making the wielder more and more alien to the waking world. It is a temptation that Daia has drunk deep of, despite all signs pointing to that being a very bad idea. Daia sees the spear as a trophy stolen from her greatest nemesis, but it’s very possible the Yozi himself sees it as a clever snare for hubristic Sidereals. The blade of the weapon is prismatic crystal that resembles a jagged bird’s beak, the pole is jet black starmetal shot through with an orichalcum starmap of constellations, and the orichalcum pommel is fashioned to look like seven golden peacock feathers woven together into a sphere.

While her exaltation may brand Daia a chosen of the Maidens, the elder Sid is a loose cannon, an agent of Heaven in only the most general of terms. She is mercurial, theatrical, fond of causing petty chaos, and utterly disinterested in the politics of the Bureau, unless there is way for her to stir up drama. She has tendency to get ahead of herself with her schemes, and the vast majority of her ‘downfalls’ can be traced back to her own hubris. Beneath all that, she is a lonely woman who feels adrift in a world that no longer feels real to her. She’s a terrible flirt, a huge showoff (especially where martial arts are involved) and has a weak spot for dangerous women. She’s Creation’s wildest and worst gay aunt.

Side Note: Daia is partially deaf, due to an old and potent supernatural injury. She employs the use of what magic/technology she can to aid her, but relies as well on sign language and interpreters. She’s very used to it at this point.

here’s the link to a better-resolution version of this image bc tumblr kinda fuckt it

and here’s the link to her toyhouse page, which has further images and info!

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Avenging Phoenix- Dawn Caste Solar (Formerly Ravenous Vulture Picks Clean the Bones of Creation, Dusk Caste Abyssal)

Orphaned at an early age, Phoenix was adopted by a Guild mercenary and raised as such. He spent his later mortal life as a city guard captain in Thorns, where he exalted during the fateful siege itself, disillusionment and rage at the circumstances of his death making him an easy recruit for the Mask. His path has weaved far and wide since then, a slow painful crawl from rebellion to eventual redemption; a journey that ultimately gave him a place among the saviors of Creation. Along the way, he played a role in liberating a group of orphaned children from the clutches of the Dowager, and now finds himself settling into the role of an adoptive dad to them, hanging up his metaphorical (and literal) axe and trying to live a gentler life. It’s not always easy. Violence and trauma etched in that deep doesn’t just smooth out perfectly over time. On top of that, he has impostor’s syndrome when it comes to his redemption by the Sun, and still feels uncomfortable thinking of himself as a peer to the other members of the Solar Host. Still, as long as his soul is on this side of Lethe, he is determined to fight against the Void- not because he considers himself antithesis to it, but because he has known it and survived it. And while some days it’s hard, other days it feels like, maybe, fighting against the void can be planting sunflowers for your children on a sunny spring afternoon.

Phoenix is of Western descent, very short, fat, and beefy, with warm brown skin and a round, open face.  He keeps his burgundy hair closely shaved, not fond of dealing with the mess of wavy curls it becomes when allowed to grow out. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, the outside of the iris rimmed with the faintest edge of golden yellow. His nose looks like it has been broken multiple times in the past, and never properly healed. Due to unfortunate wyld misadventures his tongue has been mutated to resemble and function like that of a frog’s, though this is only really apparent when he opens his mouth to use the damn thing. Frogs and toads are a definite motif for him in general- small, grumpy-looking, and round as they are.

Phoenix’s casual clothes tend to be simple, comfortable, loose, and in sharp contrast to his prickly combat garb. He enjoys floral patterns, and the color pink. He’s got a very ‘open hawaiian shirt and flip flops dad’ vibe, basically. He does not dress fancily unless pressed to for big occasions, and in those cases usually grudgingly follows the fashion direction of the one twisting his arm. When he’s on actual exalt business, he’s most frequently found wearing his armor; black jade full plate embellished with cruel-looking spikes, and occasionally a shaggy grey fur cloak made from the pelt of some hunting trophy. A horned skull helm, made from the skull of a nephwrack’s war-body, often completes this ensemble. The helmet is a minor artifact: when worn, it causes his eyes to glow balefully behind its sockets and makes his voice gravelly with deathly menace. He is reluctant to take it off unless he feels at ease in a situation.

Phoenix is somewhat bumbling and gruffly soft-spoken, with tendency to look more tired than he feels. Beneath this is a talent for strategic leadership and a determination that gets fiercer as the going gets tougher. On the battlefield, he is utterly terrifying when he needs to be, but would much prefer to be at home in his garden than on a battlefield these days.

His anima banner starts as burst of gold-and crimson fire that solidifies into the form of a fierce and predatory-looking phoenix, with aspects of a garda bird and a lammergeier both. It moves as he does across the battlefield, swooping and rising with each swing of his axe, its fierce eyes focused on his opponent. Additional refs:

link to his toyhouse page, which has a TON more reference images

what he looked like as an abyssal | his grand grimcleaver looks like this except made outta fiery golden light | rough sketch of his skull helmet

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I’ve been staring at your icon for like five minutes trying to puzzle it out and I’m just gonna bite and ask who’s your header and icon. (I love your blog btw! You always bring such refreshing takes to the HP fandom and it’s always nice to see someone else who’s a Snape fan but doesn’t hate the Marauders. Your philosophy posts are always interesting too, I might not understand some of them but your discussions are always pretty intriguing) Anyways! Hope you have a pleasant rest of your day man

Thank you for the kind words!

As for who are the people in my header and icons, that’s a very interesting question, which I’ll happily answer :) The answer is quite long however, so I’ll add a cut.

All the men represented are related to South American football, specifically Uruguayan and Argentine football. Football is my favorite sport to watch and among my favorites to play (even though I’m very bad at it hehe), and since football is the most important sport in our country by far I enjoy reading about its history here. I chose both pictures because they are in some way relevant to that and I think they look cool. 

The men in my icon are the Uruguayan Oscar Washington Tabárez and argentine Gabriel Batistuta, with the man in the suit being the former and the man in the jersey the other. Tabárez is a famous coach, who has been coaching the Uruguayan national team for around 15 years. He revolutionized it, and the team is now back to a respectable level, if not quite its glory days in the first half of the XX century. The picture depicts an event in 1991 in Santiago, Chile where Tabárez got involved in a fight that had broken out between the players of the team he coached at the time (argentine club Boca Juniors) and the chilean club Colo Colo. He was hit with a camera which left his face bloody. Nothing too out of this world for South American football, but still pretty cool. 

The header is more interesting. It shows Obdulio Varela, the most revered and legendary figure in Uruguayan football history. He was the captain of the nation team during the 1950 world cup, where Uruguay won the cup for the second time, in what is considered by many to be the greatest final (and achievement) in the history of the sport. The “Maracanazo” as it came to be know, coined after the name of the stadium in which the final was played, the Maracaná. 

If I said that it was something out of a movie it would be understating it. It is so ridiculously epic that if a movie included it you would laugh at the forced drama. 

In the prelude to the world cup, Brazil was desperate to win their first world cup. While football was already extremely important, Brazil had not yet won the titles that would establish it as the premiere football country in the world, and was desperate to be crowned. So, it decided to host it, as being host gives the host a considerable advantage and increases the chances of victory, and makes victory that much sweeter since the team can celebrate with the whole country.

The tournament was not structured the way it is now, and after the group stages instead of the teams being bracketed, an additional group was made for the four teams who had won classified out of the group stages. They would all play against each other, and whoever won the most points would be champion.

While not officially a final, the last game of the group stages became a final de facto, because the outcome of that game would decide the champion between the teams playing. It was played on the 16th of July in 1950, in front of approximately 200000 spectators, the highest number in any football game before or since. The favored team to win was Brazil, who had won the previous two games and had a total of four points (at the time victories gave two points instead of three). Not only had they won, but they had amply demonstrated their superiority over the other teams, winning 7-1 and 6-1, against Sweden and Spain respectively. Uruguay on the other hand had three points, having tied 2-2 against Sweden and squeaked a 3-2 victory against Spain. This meant that for Uruguay to win the cup the only acceptable result was victory, as a tie would crown Brazil on goal difference.

The atmosphere in Brazil was unbelievable. Not just the stadium being ridiculously packed, but the Brazilian media had created such an aura of victory that most everyone took Brazil’s victory as a foregone conclusion. 

The main newspapers of Rio de Janeiro (the city where the final was played) already had covers proclaiming Brazil as world champion, before the game had even began. 500000 shirts with the inscription “Brazil - 1950 world champion” had already been sold. The Maracaná even had banners that said: “Glory to the world champions”. A band had been hired and instructed to play the national anthem of the winning team, but had only been given the Brazilian anthem, as They believed that knowing the Uruguayan one was unnecessary. On their own initiative the band had even made an additional song, titled “Brazil Champions!” The Brazilian government had even minted celebratory coins with the image of the players of the Brazilian team. FIFA also got swept up in the atmosphere, as the president at the time, Jules Rimet, had even written a speech in portuguese (he was French) in honor of the Brazilian champions.

The favoritism even reached the Uruguayan authorities. A few hours before the beginning of the game, the national team where visited by the embassy, who said that all they asked was that they “lose in a dignified manner”, so as to not shame the country. Even the team coach was pessimistic, believing victory impossible, and he had asked his team to play defensively to avoid being crushed.

Obdulio however, knew that this wasn’t they could play if they ever wanted to win. After the coach had left, he gathered his team and said “Juan is good man, but he’s wrong this time. If we play defensively, they’ll destroy us like they did Spain and Sweden.” 

The game began. While the Brazilian side was dominant, they didn’t manage to score any goals, and so the first half ended without incident. However, once the second half began, disaster struck, as Brazil scored the first goal of the match at 2′. The celebration from the locals was unbelievable, and there were even a couple fireworks. Varela realized that something was necessary to disrupt the game, since if this was allowed to continue the Uruguayans would lose confidence, while the Brazilians would even more motivated. So he went to complain to ref about a supposed off-side in the Brazilian goal, even though he explicitly knew that the goal had been perfectly valid. Since the referee was English and didn’t speak Spanish, and he didn’t speak English, this devolved into an absurd discussion which lasted several minutes. This effectively killed the Brazilian team’s momentum. 

The result of this tactic made themselves known in the 21′ minute, when Juan Alberto Schiaffino scored to tie the game. Will this cooled the audience somewhat, as they hadn’t been expecting it, they were still optimistic, as tying would still give Brazil the title.  

Finally, in the 34′ minute, Varela started a play that ended with the ball at Alcides Ghiggia’s feat at the right wing, who fainted that he was going to centre the ball, and instead tried for the goal. He scored. Years later, Ghiggia would say, when recalling the game: “Only three people have ever silenced the Maracaná. The Pope, Sinatra and me.”

Now desperate, the Brazilian team tried everything in it’s power to turn back the result, but it wasn’t enough, and 11 minutes later the game ended and Uruguay were crowned champions. 

To say that the result was unexpected would be an understatement. All celebrations were cancelled, the marching band played no songs and there was no award ceremony, but rather the FIFA president discretely handed the World Cup trophy to Varela, who was captain. 

Jules Rimet’s recollection of the game is striking. 

“Everything was already accounted for, except for Uruguay’s victory. At the end of the game, I was supposed to hand the cup to the captain of the winning team. A showy guard of honor would form form the tunnel to the center of the pitch where the captain of the winning team would be waiting (naturally Brazil). I prepared my speech and went to the locker rooms shortly before the end of the game (they were tied 1-1 and a tie would crown the locals). But as I was walking down the halls, the infernal screaming of the crowd was interrupted. Coming out of the tunnel, a desolate silence dominated the stadium. No honor guard, no national anthem, no speech, not even a solemn award ceremony. I found myself alone, with the cup in my arms, and no idea what to do. In the tumult, I ended up finding the Uruguayan captain, Obdulio Varela, and almost secretly giving him the golden statue, shook hands, and I left without being able to say even a single word in congratulations to his team.”

The event was... traumatic for Brazil. In the days that followed, over 20 suicides were reported. The media didn’t quite now what to do. While Brazil is now famous for it’s yellow shirt, it was not the original color of their sports kit. Rather, the color was white. After the match, the shirt was practically abandoned, and has since been used in only a few games, mostly friendlies or special occasions. And that’s how Uruguay won the world cup for the second and last time. And how Obdulio Varela, became the greatest icon in Uruguayan sporting history. However, while his sporting achievement was already remarkable, it is what he did after the end of the game that makes him even more remarkable. At the end of the game, he was accosted by journalist who bombarded him with questions. When asked how they had won, he murmured “It was luck”, and showed them his back when they tried to photograph him. Instead of celebrating, he spent the night drinking in the bars of Rio, consoling the devastated and crying Brazilians. None of them recognized him.  

Brazil’s self-confidence was struck a huge blow by this event, and most feared it would never recover. It eventually did however, and Brazil managed to move past this event, with the help of a certain 17-year-old footballing prodigy. A boy by the name of Pelé. But that’s a story for another time

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Its been 8 years since I’ve discovered this brilliant Dutch singer and songwriter and all this time I sincerely hoped for a live show “the Netherlands are so close, she got to come right?” Fat chance, it took eight years for Caro to be invited to the Czech Republic but I am telling you right now, every second of that long wait was worth these two hours.

Let’s start with an opening act though. Until very last minutes when I passed the merch table, which I can never resist, I didn’t know if it would be only Caro or some Czech support as well. The difficult task was given to Czech jazz singer Diva Baara. Now, the important piece of information for this is thus: the show was moved to a bigger venue. Diva Baara is, as quality goes, a very good act. With her was a four-piece band including electric guitar and contrabass, making it a very interesting small jazz band. She sang beautifully and worked hard to finally put people waiting for Caro at ease. It was her jokes that did it, but also the jokes “that could make space for one more joke” some Czech media say. I disagree. Diva Baara took a difficult role of opening act on a show nobody was expecting one and on a stage, the style of music and setting wasn’t prepared for, including the artists very well and put on a nice opening show, including a stepdance.

And then comes the wait for stage prep, a wait, that was ruined a little right in the first song when all the mics went out of business, which can happen but the lady as talented, funny and beautiful as Caro Emerald can handle this without any obstacle and with every grace. After this little slip-up, everything was working but the sound was sadly not perfect.

Get the EP now

But I didn’t mind and I certainly forgot all about it in moments to come. The tour for “Easter Europe” started in Prague and then moves, well, east. It was great to be the first show and Czech audience certainly made a nice impression on Caro. But the tour itself was a response to a new EP – Emerald Island which became a theme of a whole show. With a big screen for illustrations of an actual island and tropic electro swing feeling to the whole album, one could almost forget we are at a peak of a winter season.

The repertoire for the whole show was the greatest hits of her two previous and amazing albums I absolutely recommend but her live versions of these same albums, now that is something else.

    Not only did Caro Emerald came to the Prague, so this her ensemble of brilliant musicians, you had drums, all sort of keyboard you’ve never heard of, brilliant contrabass and trumpets with saxophone. It had it all. All of the musicians were showmen and filled the bits, when Caro was changing clothes, to a perfection. The solo between saxophone and trumpet was one of the best damn things I have ever seen.

Between her old tracks like “Tangled Up”, “Like that Man” or “Night Like this”, Caro kept the show going depending not if she slowed down or pumped the audience right up. The band played new tracks as well among them “The Ghost of You�� or “Never ever”, I wish I wrote down all the musicians names because they make half the show and the interpretations of the songs took you from exotica of the new EP to the swing, electro swing and jazz mixed with pop. I am not making fun of you or anyone else, they mix all this up and it works.

In the end, 2000 people in Czech Forum Karlín wanted more and more and they got two encores and a great show. Sadly I could not attend 2016 Colors of Ostrava, while that festival is great, it’s also little far and bloody expensive, but this ticket I’d buy all over again. If you are somewhere on that tour where Caro will soon be going, I am telling you right now, go get a ticket. You can check the rest of the tour dates here. From the “Eastern Europe,” Caro is visiting Poland and then moving along to Croatia, Hungary, Bulgaria or Germany ending with the bunch of shows all over the United Kingdom. You will not see a show like this! Go!

DIVA BAARA The newest music project from Czech singer Bára Vaculíková. This Czech singer is now starting her own career in jazz genres which will remind you of the 30’s jazz bar atmosphere. Her lyrics are mostly in Czech language and aim at the romance and moving on, but also on life. The project had debut album which was self-titled and is quite an interesting listen.

  CARO EMERALD  By full name Caroline Esmeralda van der Leeuw this singer has a two full and one live album of her discography going between genres like jazz, swing, pop and electro-swing but also world music and exotica. She won a number of awards, including MTV EMA or 3FM Awards for her unique music. The style of her music is not only unique but also very passionate in both melody and lyrics often referring to topics like romance, life but also fun and fashion, both very close to electro-swing and Caro herself. Now on tour with Emerald Island EP.

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Live: Caro Emerald in Prague Its been 8 years since I've discovered this brilliant Dutch singer and songwriter and all this time I sincerely hoped for a live show "the Netherlands are so close, she got to come right?" Fat chance, it took eight years for Caro to be invited to the Czech Republic but I am telling you right now, every second of that long wait was worth these two hours.

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In honor of Father’s Day, I would like to pay tribute to my Dad Jerome Arnold, who was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame alongside the Paul Butterfield Blues Band in 2015. Jerome Arnold was known as one of the best guitarists out of and in part beyond his era. He was the original Bass Guitarist for that Band alongside band members Paul Butterfield, Michael Bloomfield, Elvin Bishop, Sam Lay (later replaced by Billy Davenport), and Mark Naftalin. Together they made true blues accessible to the growing youth counterculture, and opened up the possibilities for what rock and roll could really be in the process. Theirs was one of the greatest gifts the music ever received per write up on induction website: https://www.rockhall.com/inductees/paul-butterfield-blues-band. Moreover, Jerome Arnold also played at the Newport Folk Festival in 1965 with Bob Dylan inspiring the artist to also play the Blues noted in this article: http://www.rirocks.net/Band%20Articles/Bob%20Dylan%201965%2007.25%20-%20Newport%20Jazz%20Festival.htm.. Lastly, the namesake Blues Band album is available via https://www.amazon.com/Butterfield-Blues-Band-RED-VINYL/dp/B07N3RJD4T/ref=asc_df_B07N3RJD4T/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=312747623501&hvpos=1o1&hvnetw=g&hvrand=14958016971668836816&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=m&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9021724&hvtargid=pla-664282796585&psc=1. Additionally, I would like to wish all of my uncles a Happy Father’s Day including my Uncle Billy Boy Arnold, who was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 2013 highlighted amongst fellow inductees via http://www.blueshalloffame.com/Local_Blues_Talent/Local_Blues_Talent_of_Chicago_Illinois_2016.html. Billy Boy Arnold is noted as one of the last of the legendary Chicago Blues harmonica players. In addition to his solo releases, he recorded with Bo Diddley in the Fifties and has been covered by greats like David Bowie and his album The Blues Soul of Billy Boy Arnold is available on amazon via https://www.amazon.com/Blues-Soul-Billy-Boy-Arnold/dp/B00MYK0U72. On behalf of, but not limited to, my siblings and cousins, we salute these two talented men and all of the amazing fathers in our family! (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/By0aKSaBHQb/?igshid=zaz4rcwu5adn

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Bikini Kill, Sufjan, Nas & more live videos to watch in isolation

The Darkness

Basically no shows are happening due to the coronavirus outbreak (though some artists are doing livestreams instead), but if you’re already jonesing to see a show, or just need a brief distraction from the insanity of the world right now, thankfully there’s YouTube which has an amazing array of live footage from throughout the history of pop music, from clips from concert films, TV performances and other pro-shot footage, to tons of fan-shot video from shows. If you’re looking for a place to start, we’ve been picking some of our favorites. Here are five more:

Bikini Kill @ Yale’s Morse Dining Hall – 3/3/96

Bikini Kill are finally reunited and great as ever (but unfortunately also one of the many bands who had to postpone a tour), and as great as it is to see them play anywhere, watching them on a huge stage doesn’t have the same charm as the up-close-and-personal shows they did in the ’90s, like this one at Yale. It’s a grainy video shot in a modest, intimate environment (no real stage, no light show, probably no sound system worth bragging about), but it still comes across how much of a forceful, impassioned live band Bikini Kill were. This video also gets extra points for the very funny moment when Kathleen Hanna asks the person filming the show why they’re recording it. If only she knew how legendary this video would be one day. [Andrew Sacher]

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Sufjan Stevens @ Sasquatch, 8/6/2016

Sufjan Stevens toured Age of Adz in 2010 and 2011 with a series of vividly neon-hued, electro-frenzied, life-affirming shows. I couldn’t find any full sets from that era online, but happily Sufjan revisited that aesthetic for a run of 2016 festival dates after the release of Carrie & Lowell, including this Sasquatch set. Somehow he manages to incorporate Carrie & Lowell‘s melancholy material into the overall joyous set with ease, along with “dad jazz” keyboard shredding and an epic rendition of “Impossible Soul.” [Amanda Hatfield]

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The Soundtrack of Our Lives on Rockpalast, 2012

Sweden’s Soundtrack of Our Lives were master thieves, knicking the best bits of The Who, Rolling Stones, The Stooges, Love and anything else that fit into their psychedelic rock n’ roll worldview. That went for their live show, too, where they used every rock move trick in the book, and played every show like it was a massive festival. TSOOL used it all like they invented it, which made them such a consistently enjoyable group and an absolute powerhouse live band. They were the kind of group where you could just watch one member of the band for a whole show and never get bored. This show was taped for amazing, long-running German live music series Rockpalast in 2012 — they would call it quits a year later — and is packed with many of their best loved songs, including “Sister Surround,” “Mantra Slider,” “Firmament Vacation,” and “Bigtime.” [Bill Pearis]

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The Darkness @ London Astoria, November 2003

The Darkness’ debut album, Permission to Land, is a perfect record, every song is a hit, packed with RAWK riffs, super-melodic solos (most of which are announced), and no opportunity for a double entendre missed. The rest of their output has been hit or miss but in 2003 they could do no wrong, especially live where their stadium rock showmanship was equal parts tongue-in-cheek knowingness and genuine affection for all the posturing, catsuits and ridiculous rock moves. (Does frontman Justin Hawkins ride through the crowd on a roadie’s shoulders whilst soloing? You know it.) This show at the London Astoria in November of 2003 was filmed for British TV and the crowd clearly knows every word. [Bill Pearis]

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Nas @ The Fever – 1994

Veteran DJ Tony Touch was behind the boards when Nas came to Bronx club The Fever just as Illmatic came out, and Tony uploaded this vintage footage to his YouTube page a few years back. Illmatic is, of course, one of the greatest rap studio albums ever made, but live footage of Nas from this period remains as sought after as his album. Right off the bat, it was clear how good of a rapper Nas was, and that really comes across when he’s on stage getting a crowd going nuts off the strength of his bars alone. Also in this video: AZ comes out for his verse on “Life’s A Bitch.” [Andrew Sacher]

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99 of the best, weirdest, and funniest highlights from college football’s 2017 season

We had some gems.

With the 2017 college football season in the books, what better way to commemorate it with the best GIFs and videos from the season?

First, we start with you all, the fans.

The first Thursday night game of the season gave us this glorious middle finger/surrender cobra combo, from Indiana fans watching their team lose to Ohio State.

These unsuspecting Auburn fans got stuck in the hedges while attempting to celebrate the Tigers’ Iron Bowl win over Alabama.

LSU’s band began playing during a Florida Tom Petty tribute, and this Gator fan was not having it:

THE TERPS SHOWED UP FOR GAME DAY ( : @totalfratmove) http://pic.twitter.com/BKL9SJvFqA

— SB Nation (@SBNation) September 23, 2017

Down. go. the. goal. post #MissionPossible #BeAGovBeAChampion http://pic.twitter.com/5egzzA93B0

— Austin Peay Football (@AustinPeayFB) September 17, 2017

Stay until the end of this one:

Tennessee gets its own special section, because well, it was a hell of a season.

The Vols fired Butch Jones and hired Jeremy Pruitt, but the season had some, uh, highlights. First! The video that sums up the Florida-Tennessee rivalry, filled with deep-seated hatred and debauchery.

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I hate that we lost but at least our players don't represent our team like this. I love a rivalry but be classy about it EDIT: I know our fans have done questionable things. They shouldn't have peed on the tebow statue but I'm not saying this over and over again: players are supposed to be controlled by coaches and fans are not. This is a representation of the control Jim Mcelwain and staff has on its players. If this was a Tennessee player I would be embarrassed. Athletes are held to a higher standard.

Posted by Chandler Cox on Saturday, September 16, 2017

Vols fighting Vols, an annual tradition:

When someone tries to tell you that Butch Jones is actually a good coach http://pic.twitter.com/9fOLIwkCFb

— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) September 30, 2017

And during Tennessee’s home game against LSU, its damn stadium decided to fall apart.

Football fans vs Wind in Neyland http://pic.twitter.com/XhiD3RXDXJ

— CFB Gif'er (@CFBgifer) November 19, 2017

In a nutshell:

Aaaand the Vols lost to Florida on a last-second pass, too.

The Vols also had a turnover trash can on their sideline, which gave us this missed celebration dunk:

Moving on! Some of the best sideline moments of the season

Florida Atlantic coach Lane Kiffin caught a football with one hand, and one of his players was blown away.

On a related Lane note:

Yep, that's a real life Lane Kiffin Train at FAU. Watch Kiffin and @FAU_Football take on Marshall tonight at 6 PM ET on CBS Sports Network! http://pic.twitter.com/lt3iEHfQdw

— CBS Sports Network (@CBSSportsNet) November 3, 2017

Kudos to USC’s cheerleaders, some of whom were extremely into the fighting going on behind them ...

... and some of whom just ignored it to keep right on cheering:

Mississippi State players dancing while their head coach is incensed is my aesthetic:

NSFW:

Look at Mark Richt’s ups!

Sour Patch Kids = game day fuel.

82-Year-old Lee Corso still got moves http://pic.twitter.com/LS3o9wjDKF

— gifdsports (@gifdsports) October 1, 2017

This reporter is lucky to still be breathing http://pic.twitter.com/k0RJcePc8n

— Barstool Sports (@barstooltweetss) September 1, 2017

Florida State’s 2017 season was incredibly weird, and this angry Jimbo Fisher GIF sums up the year pretty well:

Trouble in Paradise - Get back coach edition. #BetrayalOfTrust http://pic.twitter.com/TYlTSaXTCO

— Big Cat (@BarstoolBigCat) October 1, 2017

Miami had the year’s most beloved turnover prop, but Kennesaw State had the most lovable ...

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The Kennesaw State Turnover Plank is the best trophy in football

This is the Kennesaw State Owls turnover plank, college football's BEST turnover trophy. The full story: http://ift.tt/2AKNefx

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... Texas A&M had the weirdest ...

.. and Wisconsin mocked Miami’s chain mercilessly in the Orange Bowl:

Put that chain on and rip it off! @BadgerFootball http://pic.twitter.com/b0IUL88pXW

— Trent Keitel (@TrentKeitel) December 31, 2017

"Turnover chain my f***in ass" - Paul Chryst http://pic.twitter.com/acd7wx3lxp

— CJ Fogler (@cjzero) December 31, 2017

Refs greatest hits, 2017

When the mic’s broke:

DOINK!

These are just hilarious, and there’s no other way to categorize them, folks.

This extra point THAT WAS GOOD makes me laugh out loud every time.

best extra point ever? http://pic.twitter.com/L6xgtdB9Qi

— Dr. Saturday (@YahooDrSaturday) October 8, 2017

Have you ever seen a punter get sacked?

TFW the turf legit splits in the middle of the Big Ten Championship.

Oklahoma State head coach Mike Gundy and quarterback Mason Rudolph both went shirtless during a pep rally:

BYU’s mascot went viral for its dance moves, so Mississippi State’s accepted the challenge.

What did the five fingers say to the face?

Having some trouble on defense? Just throw a towel like UCLA did! (Yes, this could’ve been a penalty.)

A UCLA DL just threw a towel at a pass. Isn't that a penalty? http://pic.twitter.com/BdXtVV73CE

— Sam Spangler (@SamSpanglerKHON) September 9, 2017

Ohio state QB coach Ryan Day was caught digging for gold:

NC State poked fun at Louisville basketball’s FBI investigation pretty cleverly:

OK, onto more serious on-field matters here: Catches!

Awesome catch by player on football team you didn’t know existed alert: http://pic.twitter.com/elToudDNZQ

— Dieter Kurtenbach (@dkurtenbach) September 1, 2017

Florida’s offensive highlight of the year, tbh:

http://pic.twitter.com/xi45yn8e4S

— RedditCFB (@RedditCFB) September 23, 2017

Wanna see a 6’2, 308-pound defensive lineman score a touchdown? Enter Da’Ron Payne:

Some running backs did merciless things to defenders this season, too.

Bolu Olorunfunmi! Just WOW. #UOvsUCLA@UCLAFootball with the lead. Watch: https://t.co/ZLABag9Ytt http://pic.twitter.com/8Xmi2PDINl

— Pac-12 Network (@Pac12Network) October 21, 2017

Hawai'i is only down 14; still getting dragged http://pic.twitter.com/m5GnW046to

— Deadspin (@Deadspin) October 29, 2017

The Baker Mayfield experience

Baker Mayfield on his Johnny Manziel bullshit http://pic.twitter.com/BnTvhCaNiW

— 5th Year (@5thYear) November 18, 2017

Baker Mayfield plants the OU flag in the Ohio State logo at midfield http://pic.twitter.com/Ovas203PqP

— Bryan Fischer (@BryanDFischer) September 10, 2017

There were some unfortunate moments, too.

This Boise State pick-six ended up being a Troy fumble that turned into a Boise touchback.

Fireworks and a celebration for an incomplete pass?!?! http://pic.twitter.com/bSjRAIVY7m

— CBS Sports Network (@CBSSportsNet) September 3, 2017

UConn hadn’t won in so long that its quarterback had to practice a kneeldown!

It's been awhile for UCONN http://pic.twitter.com/ndQD013k61

— Chris Hassel (@Hassel_Chris) September 1, 2017

Another summation of Florida State’s 2017 season:

One of Sam Darnold’s many turnovers, but this one wasn’t his fault!

Tackled into a damn marimba:

This dang 87-yard fumble gets its own section, because it was extra special.

This play resulted in a loss of almost 90 yards. HOW IS THIS EVEN REAL? http://pic.twitter.com/gsD9GulNaF

— CBS Sports (@CBSSports) September 10, 2017

Animals made for some interesting moments this season, as always.

SQUIRREL TOUCHDOWN REPEAT: SQUIRREL TOUCHDOWN http://pic.twitter.com/IHFJdqEP6b

— FOX Sports South (@FOXSportsSouth) September 23, 2017

Ole Miss changed its sideline mascot from a Rebel to Landshark, and Auburn’s band wasted no time poking fun at them for it. A shark mascot is an animal, don’t @ me.

So the landshark did make an appearance at Auburn today. Or maybe Left Shark, possibly Right Shark. Anyway, Aubie is wearing the costume. http://pic.twitter.com/6pZ8MckOFD

— Tyler Greever (@Tyler_Greever) October 7, 2017

Double tap if touchdown rabbit should win the Heisman Comment if you miss touchdown squirrel from earlier this season

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Big 12 fox back:

ASU's FG try is no good! We're scoreless after the Sun Devils' first drive. #WreckEm #WhatDoesTheFoxSay http://pic.twitter.com/5c5VMEt9s3

— Texas Tech Football (@TexasTechFB) September 17, 2017

More hilarity!

Michigan kicker Quinn Nordin had a crotch grab during the Outback Bowl against South Carolina. Yes — Michigan’s kicker!

When Kentucky double teams the punter all game...61 yard bomb topped off with a pancake http://pic.twitter.com/bG6bwdEbdP

— Johnny Townsend (@johnnytownsend1) September 25, 2017

Greatest flop ever tbh right here from NC State’s Bradley Chubb:

Chubb also blatantly spat on FSU’s logo ...

... and broke out the celebration of the year:

This guy is a treasure http://pic.twitter.com/V5UUw4tDXY

— Mark Armstrong (@ArmstrongABC11) November 11, 2017

That time Deontay Burnett celebrated a TD by shaking former USC quarterback Matt Leinart’s hand in the end zone.

Michigan QB John O’Korn randomly slipped or flopped (we don’t really know, either) unexpectedly on the sideline:

Breeland Speaks recovered a fumble, and says “hi.” http://pic.twitter.com/Ee4i7Pb0wM

— Barrett Sallee (@BarrettSallee) November 24, 2017

Boise State scored two touchdowns via this pirouette:

James Franklin after WINNING the Fiesta Bowl:

Iowa State-West Virginia was interrupted by LASERS briefly, and it was amazing.

Remember this moment between Boise and Oregon from 2009?

The two met in this year’s Las Vegas Bowl, and decided to recreate that moment, but the best part is that the Oregon player retaliated against the wrong Bronco.

Mike Leach is a national treasure, part 1,000.

Mike Leach. Goths. #Pac12AfterDark http://pic.twitter.com/cFpBLzpEMY

— Stephen Osentoski (@StephenToski) October 22, 2017

Mike Leach with the catch of the year http://pic.twitter.com/3GlGlkwXFW

— Jack McGuire (@JackMacCFB) November 26, 2017

There were some pretty awesome moments, too.

Here’s UCF star linebacker Shaquem Griffin, who has only one hand, battling for a Memphis fumble. He makes a ton of plays, but this one sums him up pretty well.

This is anything but a regular PAT. Jake Olson, blind since age 12, just snapped for the first time in a live game. https://t.co/amyHcFoVue

— Pac-12 Network (@Pac12Network) September 3, 2017

Ever seen a walk-off pick-six hurdle? Here ya go!

What a finish! Alize Ward takes the interception back 67 yards as time expires to give @SFA_Football the win! #AxeEm #SCTop10 http://pic.twitter.com/0X0q8bR7Ng

— SFA Athletics (@SFA_Athletics) September 17, 2017

Crowd rocks to Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down.” Very, very cool. http://pic.twitter.com/f93LTJl2fZ

— Thomas Goldkamp (@ThomasGoldkamp) October 7, 2017

Bowling Green got its first win of the season on this incredible play:

Wow. Brandon Harris picks up the fumble and takes it 99-yards for a @BG_Football TD! #AyZiggy #MACtion http://pic.twitter.com/pjfAiBK5p5

— #MACtion (@MACSports) October 7, 2017

Iowa started a new amazing tradition of waving the the nearby children’s hospital at the start of the fourth quarter:

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And Alabama true freshman quarterback Tua Tagovailoa played hero and won the Tide the national championship over Georgia:

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Piesman Trophy finalists!

Brock Riggs from Heidelberg won it, thanks to this front-flip TD:

THEE Brock Riggs for #Piesman2017 @BergAthletics @BergFootball @SportsCenter @SBNation @Morgan_Moriarty @piesmantrophy http://pic.twitter.com/Df6YJKJSC8

— HeidelbergWHEI (@Berg_WHEI) November 16, 2017

The other finalists were St. Francis’ Louie Gartner:

What a play by Louie Gartner! 96-yard pick-six for the big guy! #RedFlash http://pic.twitter.com/H6LNfXBHKy

— Saint Francis U FB (@RedFlashFB) October 28, 2017

And Wyoming’s Carl Granderson:

And last but certainly not least ...

Our very own #FRYINNANNI achieved his lifelong goal of being the Outback Bowl Bloomin’ Onion mascot:

What else?

Add ‘em in the comments!

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DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty

The three stars of comedy … will return

We're taking a break from the three stars this week, since a.) it's August and everyone who has ever played, coached, or worked in the NHL in their life is off the grid at a cottage somewhere, and b.) I've been away most of the week and probably missed anything funny that did happen. The three stars will return next time. Meanwhile, we have important business to get to in the next section.

Be It Resolved

Last week, I got very worked up about the NHL's weird insistence on treating holding the stick as a different penalty than holding, complete with its own hand signal. To be clear, I stand by that rant completely. I'm right and you know it.

In putting that section together, I had to dive into my copy of the NHL rulebook to verify that holding the stick was in fact the only penalty that forces the referee to perform a two-part signal, and in doing so, I realized something I'd never noticed before: There are four NHL penalties that don't have a signal at all.

Granted, they're the rare ones. Specifically, the penalties without signals are kicking, head-butting, throwing equipment, and too-many-men. You don't see those all that often. Still, they're in the rulebook. They should have some sort of signal. You can't ask a referee to announce a penalty and then just stand there like an idiot while everyone stares at him. We need to give these guys something to work with.

So let's do that. I've got some suggestions.

Let's start with kicking. That's the easy one. The referee just makes a little kicking motion. Simple enough, right? I mean, it would have to be a distinct kicking motion so that everyone in the crowd could make it out, but I'm sure the league could come up with a nice, easy definition for distinctive kicking motion that everyone would always agree on, so we'll just use that.

(Also, you could probably follow that up by having the ref pull out a phone, dial the police, and have the player arrested because he just freaking kicked somebody while wearing skates and is obviously a psychopath.)

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The head-butt is a little tougher. My first thought was that the ref would slap his own forehead, but older fans might get confused and think he just realized that he could've had a V8. So I'm going to go a little more extreme and suggest that he slam his head directly into the crook of his arm. It's simple, distinctive, and my son will get excited because he'll think the ref is dabbing. Everyone wins.

For throwing equipment, I think we go with the obvious: The ref has to wind up and toss his whistle into the crowd like it's the Rock's elbow pad. And yes, that does create a problem where the referee won't have a whistle for the rest of the game, but if it's overtime or late in a close game or the playoffs, he won't need it anymore, so we should be fine.

And finally, too-many-men. My first thought was that the ref should have count to six on his fingers, look confused, and then make an exaggerated herpy-derp face at the crowd. But that seems a little complicated, so let's keep it simple. Just point at the Bruins.

Be it resolved: All these new hand signals go into effect for the 2017-18 season. Please let any referees in your life know so they can start practicing now.

Obscure former player of the week

One of this year's bigger off-season moves was the Stars signing Alexander Radulov away from the Canadiens. Radulov had 54 points last year and occasionally goes into beast mode, so he doesn't qualify as an obscure player. His brother Igor does, though, so he gets this week's honors.

Igor Radulov was a winger who was picked by Chicago in the third round of the 2000 draft, four years before his brother would go to Nashville in the first. It was a good round for less-successful brothers, as Henrik Lundqvist's twin brother Joel had gone a few picks earlier. (Henrik himself wouldn't go until the seventh round that year, marking the last known time that his life wasn't completely perfect.)

It was a bit of a weird draft pick, because by the time the Blackhawks used it, it had been traded five times in deals involving everyone from Mike Knuble to Ulf Samuelsson to Niklas Sundstrom (twice!) to the No. 4 overall pick in the 1999 draft, which was Pavel Brendl. Theory: If you dig hard enough, every obscure player eventually links back to Pavel Brendl.

Anyway, Radulov remained in Russia for a season before heading to North America to spend a year playing for the OHL's Mississauga IceDogs (and head coach Don Cherry). He scored 33 goals, then moved to the AHL in 2002, where he got his first taste of the pro game. By the end of the year, he earned a brief call-up to Chicago, where he scored five goals in seven games.

That had fans and media expecting bigger things. Radulov made the Blackhawks out of camp for the 2003-04 season, but he got off to a slow start, scoring just once in his first 16 games. By December, he was playing under ten minutes a game, and then found himself a healthy scratch. By the New Year, he was back in the AHL.

While we didn't know it at the time, we'd seen the last of Igor Radulov in the NHL. He headed home to Russia during the 2004-05 lockout and stayed there, first with HC Spartak Moscow and later with the KHL. Unlike his brother, he never did make an NHL comeback; at 34, he was still seeing time in the KHL last season.

What has Don Cherry gone and done now?

We haven't used this section much lately, and to be honest, there's no real reason to break it out now. Don Cherry hasn't done much this week. He's on vacation, like everyone else. But since there's not much going on, I thought it would be fun to use this space to tell the story about the time Cherry was voted the seventh-best Canadian.

Yes, that actually happened.

I realize that American readers are probably wondering how this is possible. How could a country with so much history decide that a sports broadcaster was the seventh greatest person to ever live? That would be like naming John Madden or Vin Scully as one of the ten greatest Americans. They've had great careers, and people love them, but greatest ever? Like, out of everyone? Are you crazy?

Meanwhile, Canadian readers are like, "Seventh? Huh. That seems a little low."

When you are a bright spot in the history of your country. Photo by Charles LeClaire-USA TODAY Sports

Here's the background. In 2004, the CBC launched a project to determine the greatest Canadian of all time, creatively naming it "The Greatest Canadian." The end result was a top-50 list, determined by a multi-step public vote.

Cherry ended up finishing seventh, ahead of people like Alexander Graham Bell, Sir John A. Macdonald, and, oh yeah, Wayne Gretzky. He was narrowly beat out by names like Terry Fox, Sir Frederick Banting, and Lester B. Pearson. In case you're wondering, the winner was Tommy Douglas. If you Americans don't know who that is, he's basically the guy who brought Canada the concept of, um, you know what, America, maybe it's better if we don't mention it right now. Tommy Douglas is Kiefer Sutherland's grandfather, that's all you need to know.

The important point is that Cherry finished seventh, which gives you an idea of how insanely popular he's always been up here. There was a time when he absolutely could have run for prime minister. Hell, he probably would have won.

By the way, when the CBC program aired, each of the top ten was presented by a Canadian celebrity. Cherry's segment was introduced by Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Just in case you were ever wondering what the most Canadian thing of all time was.

Classic YouTube clip breakdown

Who's up for some terrible NHL goaltender-based rap/rock? Good. You're in luck.

Careful readers will recognize this clip from February, when it was rediscovered and broken down in detail by Kings bloggers The Royal Half. We gave it a spot in the weekly comedy stars section back then, but it was inevitable that it would work its way to Classic YouTube section status someday. That day has arrived.

So the background here is that it's the 1989-90 season, give or take a year, and a group called The Puck Boys has decided to record a song honoring the Kings' coolest player. No, not Wayne Gretzky. No, not Luc Robitaille. Not Bernie Nicholls, either. Those guys were good, but they didn't rock a baby blue bandana during games. No, the Puck Boys are going to sing to us about Kelly Hrudey.

To answer the obvious question: No, The Puck Boys are not a real band. They can't be. I mean, I don't doubt that at least a few of these guys are actual musicians, and the lead singer is… well, we'll get to him in a bit. But this is basically a casting call of musical clichés all mashed into one super-group. They can't possibly be an actual collective. There's just no way.

All that said, this is a pretty catchy song. You're going to be humming it all day. Consider yourself warned.

"Who's between the pipes tonight? Well let me check my roster…" Um, actually, the roster itself wouldn't have that information. You'd need to check your lineup. Once again, novelty hockey song bands' failure to hire me as a fact-checker comes back to haunt them.

Glove saves were just better in the 80s and 90s. The goalies always looked a little bit surprised to have actually made a save, and they'd really sell it by flailing their arms around. It always looked great.

OK, almost always.

We get our first wide shot of the entire band, which includes a guy in cowboy hat, a dude in a suit, and a small child. And, of course, there's our lead singer, who looks like Bruce Springsteen had a baby with Marty Jannetty and then let it be raised by Rico Suave.

Just to give you a sense for the attention to detail that's going to be in play here, we start off with our singer telling us about all the things they now have "one less" of, while holding up two fingers.

The singer is giving off some star power, but the undisputed star here is keyboard-suit guy. He has clearly a.) never played the keyboard before and b.) not quite got the hang of the whole "having elbows" thing. But he did break out the formal wear for this video shoot, so we'll give him that. Dress for the job you want, and all that.

This is one of those late-80s songs that would be described as rap but may or may not actually be. I feel like the inclusion "whopper of a stopper" kind of disqualifies it right there.

So about that lead singer. His name is Harry Perzigian, and he'd become famous under some less than ideal circumstances a few years later. He was accused of supplying drugs to the son of actor Carroll O'Connor, who later committed suicide. He later sued O'Connor for slander, and the whole thing was a reasonably big tabloid story at the time. Perzigian died in 2014; a friend wrote this tribute.

I feel like that may have been the most depressing paragraph in YouTube section history. Can we get back to hockey jokes now? I'm not sure we have a choice. Onwards.

"Is this real, we must be dreaming. Have you checked our goals against?" Yes, I have. Kelly Hrudey's goal against average in 1989-90 was 4.07, the fourth worst mark in the league. But in fairness, he posted a 4.34 in the playoffs.

As we're digesting that information, our next highlight is an opposing player on a breakaway just getting blatantly tackled before he can get to Hrudey. Probably the right play.

That player is Brent Ashton, by the way, and he's going to feature in like every one of these highlights. Seriously, it's all they have and it's going to get weird.

"It's 7:30, I'm OK," our singer tells us while pointing at his wrist, which does not have a watch on it. This guy is terrible at hand gestures. Working the name of the song into the wardrobe is a strength, sure, but hand gestures not so much.

We get more Ashton highlights, and… wait. Was this originally supposed to be a Brent Ashton tribute video? Did they write a whole song about Ashton, then scrap it at the last minute and throw it in a dumpster, where it was found years later and repurposed by Chris Parnell? It would explain so much.

We get our second identical shot of Hrudey decking Paul MacDermid. And with that, we've made it through our entire video while using highlights from one single NHL game. Come on, guys. Even the Neil Sheehy-era Capitals know you always use two or three to mix it up.

And because I know you expect me to know these things, I went back and tried to figure out which specific game all these highlights are from. We knew the Kings were playing the Jets in L.A. (home teams wore white back then), Kelly Hrudey was in net, Brent Ashton and Paul MacDermid are in the lineup, and the Kings won (since we see Hrudey pumping his fist at the end of the game). The only game from 1988-89 or 1989-90 that fits that criteria came on December 19, 1989, when Hrudey gave up five goals in a 9-5 Kings win. Wayne Gretzky had six points. Are you sure the goalie's the guy you want to be highlighting on this team, guys?

I don't think that's the kid's real voice, you guys.

The epilogue on all of this is that Hrudey spent the next five seasons in L.A., and was significantly better over most of that span. He finished fourth in Vezina voting in 1990-91, and helped lead the team to the Stanley Cup Final in 1993. Was he inspired to those heights by this song? We can never truly know for sure, but yes, he was.

Have a question, suggestion, old YouTube clip, or anything else you'd like to see included in this column? Email Sean at nhlgrabbag@gmail.com. DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty published first on http://ift.tt/2pLTmlv

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OK ITS FINALLY EXALTED SECRET SANTA JOURNAL TIME

@ my secret santa: i am so so so sorry for the ref delay. you already deserve sainthood in advance for dealing with it. without further ado here they are, two of my favorite bastards

Daia Shan- Serenity Caste Sidereal

Once just a troublesome junior bureaucrat in the halls of Yu-Shan, Daia truly gained infamy upon her selection to accompany a strike team of Exalted heroes on a mission into the depths of the worldbody of the Yozi Oramus, and her subsequent escape and return from that impossible prison, nearly a thousand years later. The experience left her profoundly changed; even now, the spite of Oramus hangs like a mantle around Daia, ensuring that the waking world she fought so hard to return to will never feel like anything more than a dream. And then, of course, there is the matter of the power she took from the Sevenfold Peacock willingly… and how that power might be changing her still.

Daia is a somewhat petite woman, belying an athletic build. She is ethnically from the Blessed Isle, with dark grey hair that she prefers to wear up, usually in a bun or a knot. Her face, which she tries but fails to keep free of stress and worry lines, is usually found bearing a smirk or an expression of dangerous faux-politeness. Her eyes bear the iconic starry blue of the Serenities caste, but are also shot through with bands of a strange prismatic iridescence. She bears a large pair of bull horns atop her head, a mutation received during her time inside the Worldbody. The nature of the power bequeathed to her by Oramus is such, though, that her very nature is beginning to blur around the edges, and it is not unusual for her day-to-day appearance to fluctuate strangely as mutations come and go like glitches. She is a bit of a fashionista, favoring blues, dramatic and sharp femme looks (she avoids ruffles and prefers sleeker outfits), and jewelry of all sorts (a lot of it). She rarely wears the same exact outfit twice, so do not feel obligated to stick to the reference- you can get creative! She wears makeup, but prefers cool colors and an understated application.

Daia’s most important accessory is her longfang, the Sevenfold Peacock’s Tailfeather. Forged from starmetal, orichalcum, and a crystalline shard of Oramic essence, the weapon contains knowledge of every martial arts technique known by every user to have ever wielded it, and seems to hunger for more to the point where its obsession has bled over into Daia herself. Even more potently, it bears deep within its core the secret to a martial art concocted by the Dragon of Not himself, whose charms grant the power to ignore the limits of impossibility at the cost of making the wielder more and more alien to the waking world. It is a temptation that Daia has drunk deep of, despite all signs pointing to that being a very bad idea. Daia sees the spear as a trophy stolen from her greatest nemesis, but it’s very possible the Yozi himself sees it as a clever snare for hubristic Sidereals. The blade of the weapon is prismatic crystal that resembles a jagged bird’s beak, the pole is jet black starmetal shot through with an orichalcum starmap of constellations, and the orichalcum pommel is fashioned to look like seven golden peacock feathers woven together into a sphere.

While her exaltation may brand Daia a chosen of the Maidens, the elder Sid is a loose cannon, an agent of Heaven in only the most general of terms. She is mercurial, theatrical, fond of causing petty chaos, and utterly disinterested in the politics of the Bureau, unless there is way for her to stir up drama. She has tendency to get ahead of herself with her schemes, and the vast majority of her ‘downfalls’ can be traced back to her own hubris. Beneath all that, she is a lonely woman who feels adrift in a world that no longer feels real to her. She’s a terrible flirt, a huge showoff (especially where martial arts are involved) and has a weak spot for dangerous women. She’s Creation’s wildest and worst gay aunt.

Side Note: Daia is partially deaf, due to an old and potent supernatural injury. She employs the use of what magic/technology she can to aid her, but relies as well on sign language and interpreters. She’s very used to it at this point.

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Avenging Phoenix- Dawn Caste Solar (Formerly Ravenous Vulture Picks Clean the Bones of Creation, Dusk Caste Abyssal)

Orphaned at an early age, Phoenix was adopted by a Guild mercenary and raised as such. He spent his later mortal life as a city guard captain in Thorns, where he exalted during the fateful siege itself, disillusionment and rage at the circumstances of his death making him an easy recruit for the Mask. His path has weaved far and wide since then, a slow painful crawl from rebellion to eventual redemption; a journey that ultimately gave him a place among the saviors of Creation. Along the way, he played a role in liberating a group of orphaned children from the clutches of the Dowager, and now finds himself settling into the role of an adoptive dad to them, hanging up his metaphorical (and literal) axe and trying to live a gentler life. It’s not always easy. Violence and trauma etched in that deep doesn’t just smooth out perfectly over time. On top of that, he has impostor’s syndrome when it comes to his redemption by the Sun, and still feels uncomfortable thinking of himself as a peer to the other members of the Solar Host. Still, as long as his soul is on this side of Lethe, he is determined to fight against the Void- not because he considers himself antithesis to it, but because he has known it and survived it. And while some days it’s hard to know how to separate that fight from the taste of blood, other days it feels like, maybe, fighting against the void can be planting sunflowers for your children on a sunny spring afternoon.

Phoenix is of Western descent, very short, fat, and beefy, with warm brown skin and a round, open face.  He keeps his burgundy hair closely shaved, not fond of dealing with the mess of wavy curls it becomes when allowed to grow out. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, the outside of the iris rimmed with the faintest edge of golden yellow. His nose looks like it has been broken multiple times in the past, and never properly healed. Due to unfortunate wyld misadventures his tongue has been mutated to resemble and function like that of a frog’s, though this is only really apparent when he opens his mouth to use the damn thing. Frogs and toads are a definite motif for him in general- small, grumpy-looking, and round as they are.

Phoenix’s casual clothes tend to be simple, comfortable, loose, and in sharp contrast to his prickly combat garb. He enjoys floral patterns, and the color pink. He’s got a very ‘open hawaiian shirt and flip flops dad’ vibe, basically. He does not dress fancily unless pressed to for big occasions, and in those cases usually grudgingly follows the fashion direction of the one twisting his arm. When he’s on actual exalt business, he’s most frequently found wearing his armor; black jade full plate embellished with cruel-looking spikes, and occasionally a shaggy grey fur cloak made from the pelt of some hunting trophy. A horned skull helm, made from the skull of a nephwrack’s war-body, often completes this ensemble. The helmet is a minor artifact: when worn, it causes his eyes to glow balefully behind its sockets and makes his voice gravelly with deathly menace. He is reluctant to take it off unless he feels at ease in a situation.

Phoenix is somewhat bumbling and gruffly soft-spoken, with tendency to look more tired than he feels. Beneath this is a talent for strategic leadership and a stoic determination that gets fiercer as the going gets tougher. On the battlefield, he is utterly terrifying when he needs to be, but would much prefer to be at home in his garden than on a battlefield these days.

His anima banner starts as burst of gold-and crimson fire that solidifies into the form of a fierce and predatory-looking phoenix, with aspects of a garda bird and a lammergeier both. It moves as he does across the battlefield, swooping and rising with each swing of his axe, its fierce eyes focused on his prey. Additional refs:

what he looked like as an abyssal | his grand grimcleaver looks like this except made outta fiery golden light | rough sketch of his skull helmet

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DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty

The three stars of comedy … will return

We’re taking a break from the three stars this week, since a.) it’s August and everyone who has ever played, coached, or worked in the NHL in their life is off the grid at a cottage somewhere, and b.) I’ve been away most of the week and probably missed anything funny that did happen. The three stars will return next time. Meanwhile, we have important business to get to in the next section.

Be It Resolved

Last week, I got very worked up about the NHL’s weird insistence on treating holding the stick as a different penalty than holding, complete with its own hand signal. To be clear, I stand by that rant completely. I’m right and you know it.

In putting that section together, I had to dive into my copy of the NHL rulebook to verify that holding the stick was in fact the only penalty that forces the referee to perform a two-part signal, and in doing so, I realized something I’d never noticed before: There are four NHL penalties that don’t have a signal at all.

Granted, they’re the rare ones. Specifically, the penalties without signals are kicking, head-butting, throwing equipment, and too-many-men. You don’t see those all that often. Still, they’re in the rulebook. They should have some sort of signal. You can’t ask a referee to announce a penalty and then just stand there like an idiot while everyone stares at him. We need to give these guys something to work with.

So let’s do that. I’ve got some suggestions.

Let’s start with kicking. That’s the easy one. The referee just makes a little kicking motion. Simple enough, right? I mean, it would have to be a distinct kicking motion so that everyone in the crowd could make it out, but I’m sure the league could come up with a nice, easy definition for distinctive kicking motion that everyone would always agree on, so we’ll just use that.

(Also, you could probably follow that up by having the ref pull out a phone, dial the police, and have the player arrested because he just freaking kicked somebody while wearing skates and is obviously a psychopath.)

Photo by Isaiah J. Downing-USA TODAY Sports

The head-butt is a little tougher. My first thought was that the ref would slap his own forehead, but older fans might get confused and think he just realized that he could’ve had a V8. So I’m going to go a little more extreme and suggest that he slam his head directly into the crook of his arm. It’s simple, distinctive, and my son will get excited because he’ll think the ref is dabbing. Everyone wins.

For throwing equipment, I think we go with the obvious: The ref has to wind up and toss his whistle into the crowd like it’s the Rock’s elbow pad. And yes, that does create a problem where the referee won’t have a whistle for the rest of the game, but if it’s overtime or late in a close game or the playoffs, he won’t need it anymore, so we should be fine.

And finally, too-many-men. My first thought was that the ref should have count to six on his fingers, look confused, and then make an exaggerated herpy-derp face at the crowd. But that seems a little complicated, so let’s keep it simple. Just point at the Bruins.

Be it resolved: All these new hand signals go into effect for the 2017-18 season. Please let any referees in your life know so they can start practicing now.

Obscure former player of the week

One of this year’s bigger off-season moves was the Stars signing Alexander Radulov away from the Canadiens. Radulov had 54 points last year and occasionally goes into beast mode, so he doesn’t qualify as an obscure player. His brother Igor does, though, so he gets this week’s honors.

Igor Radulov was a winger who was picked by Chicago in the third round of the 2000 draft, four years before his brother would go to Nashville in the first. It was a good round for less-successful brothers, as Henrik Lundqvist’s twin brother Joel had gone a few picks earlier. (Henrik himself wouldn’t go until the seventh round that year, marking the last known time that his life wasn’t completely perfect.)

It was a bit of a weird draft pick, because by the time the Blackhawks used it, it had been traded five times in deals involving everyone from Mike Knuble to Ulf Samuelsson to Niklas Sundstrom (twice!) to the No. 4 overall pick in the 1999 draft, which was Pavel Brendl. Theory: If you dig hard enough, every obscure player eventually links back to Pavel Brendl.

Anyway, Radulov remained in Russia for a season before heading to North America to spend a year playing for the OHL’s Mississauga IceDogs (and head coach Don Cherry). He scored 33 goals, then moved to the AHL in 2002, where he got his first taste of the pro game. By the end of the year, he earned a brief call-up to Chicago, where he scored five goals in seven games.

That had fans and media expecting bigger things. Radulov made the Blackhawks out of camp for the 2003-04 season, but he got off to a slow start, scoring just once in his first 16 games. By December, he was playing under ten minutes a game, and then found himself a healthy scratch. By the New Year, he was back in the AHL.

While we didn’t know it at the time, we’d seen the last of Igor Radulov in the NHL. He headed home to Russia during the 2004-05 lockout and stayed there, first with HC Spartak Moscow and later with the KHL. Unlike his brother, he never did make an NHL comeback; at 34, he was still seeing time in the KHL last season.

What has Don Cherry gone and done now?

We haven’t used this section much lately, and to be honest, there’s no real reason to break it out now. Don Cherry hasn’t done much this week. He’s on vacation, like everyone else. But since there’s not much going on, I thought it would be fun to use this space to tell the story about the time Cherry was voted the seventh-best Canadian.

Yes, that actually happened.

I realize that American readers are probably wondering how this is possible. How could a country with so much history decide that a sports broadcaster was the seventh greatest person to ever live? That would be like naming John Madden or Vin Scully as one of the ten greatest Americans. They’ve had great careers, and people love them, but greatest ever? Like, out of everyone? Are you crazy?

Meanwhile, Canadian readers are like, ���Seventh? Huh. That seems a little low.”

When you are a bright spot in the history of your country. Photo by Charles LeClaire-USA TODAY Sports

Here’s the background. In 2004, the CBC launched a project to determine the greatest Canadian of all time, creatively naming it “The Greatest Canadian.” The end result was a top-50 list, determined by a multi-step public vote.

Cherry ended up finishing seventh, ahead of people like Alexander Graham Bell, Sir John A. Macdonald, and, oh yeah, Wayne Gretzky. He was narrowly beat out by names like Terry Fox, Sir Frederick Banting, and Lester B. Pearson. In case you’re wondering, the winner was Tommy Douglas. If you Americans don’t know who that is, he’s basically the guy who brought Canada the concept of, um, you know what, America, maybe it’s better if we don’t mention it right now. Tommy Douglas is Kiefer Sutherland’s grandfather, that’s all you need to know.

The important point is that Cherry finished seventh, which gives you an idea of how insanely popular he’s always been up here. There was a time when he absolutely could have run for prime minister. Hell, he probably would have won.

By the way, when the CBC program aired, each of the top ten was presented by a Canadian celebrity. Cherry’s segment was introduced by Bret “The Hitman” Hart. Just in case you were ever wondering what the most Canadian thing of all time was.

Classic YouTube clip breakdown

Who’s up for some terrible NHL goaltender-based rap/rock? Good. You’re in luck.

Careful readers will recognize this clip from February, when it was rediscovered and broken down in detail by Kings bloggers The Royal Half. We gave it a spot in the weekly comedy stars section back then, but it was inevitable that it would work its way to Classic YouTube section status someday. That day has arrived.

So the background here is that it’s the 1989-90 season, give or take a year, and a group called The Puck Boys has decided to record a song honoring the Kings’ coolest player. No, not Wayne Gretzky. No, not Luc Robitaille. Not Bernie Nicholls, either. Those guys were good, but they didn’t rock a baby blue bandana during games. No, the Puck Boys are going to sing to us about Kelly Hrudey.

To answer the obvious question: No, The Puck Boys are not a real band. They can’t be. I mean, I don’t doubt that at least a few of these guys are actual musicians, and the lead singer is… well, we’ll get to him in a bit. But this is basically a casting call of musical clichés all mashed into one super-group. They can’t possibly be an actual collective. There’s just no way.

All that said, this is a pretty catchy song. You’re going to be humming it all day. Consider yourself warned.

“Who’s between the pipes tonight? Well let me check my roster…” Um, actually, the roster itself wouldn’t have that information. You’d need to check your lineup. Once again, novelty hockey song bands’ failure to hire me as a fact-checker comes back to haunt them.

Glove saves were just better in the 80s and 90s. The goalies always looked a little bit surprised to have actually made a save, and they’d really sell it by flailing their arms around. It always looked great.

OK, almost always.

We get our first wide shot of the entire band, which includes a guy in cowboy hat, a dude in a suit, and a small child. And, of course, there’s our lead singer, who looks like Bruce Springsteen had a baby with Marty Jannetty and then let it be raised by Rico Suave.

Just to give you a sense for the attention to detail that’s going to be in play here, we start off with our singer telling us about all the things they now have “one less” of, while holding up two fingers.

The singer is giving off some star power, but the undisputed star here is keyboard-suit guy. He has clearly a.) never played the keyboard before and b.) not quite got the hang of the whole “having elbows” thing. But he did break out the formal wear for this video shoot, so we’ll give him that. Dress for the job you want, and all that.

This is one of those late-80s songs that would be described as rap but may or may not actually be. I feel like the inclusion “whopper of a stopper” kind of disqualifies it right there.

So about that lead singer. His name is Harry Perzigian, and he’d become famous under some less than ideal circumstances a few years later. He was accused of supplying drugs to the son of actor Carroll O’Connor, who later committed suicide. He later sued O’Connor for slander, and the whole thing was a reasonably big tabloid story at the time. Perzigian died in 2014; a friend wrote this tribute.

I feel like that may have been the most depressing paragraph in YouTube section history. Can we get back to hockey jokes now? I’m not sure we have a choice. Onwards.

“Is this real, we must be dreaming. Have you checked our goals against?” Yes, I have. Kelly Hrudey’s goal against average in 1989-90 was 4.07, the fourth worst mark in the league. But in fairness, he posted a 4.34 in the playoffs.

As we’re digesting that information, our next highlight is an opposing player on a breakaway just getting blatantly tackled before he can get to Hrudey. Probably the right play.

That player is Brent Ashton, by the way, and he’s going to feature in like every one of these highlights. Seriously, it’s all they have and it’s going to get weird.

“It’s 7:30, I’m OK,” our singer tells us while pointing at his wrist, which does not have a watch on it. This guy is terrible at hand gestures. Working the name of the song into the wardrobe is a strength, sure, but hand gestures not so much.

We get more Ashton highlights, and… wait. Was this originally supposed to be a Brent Ashton tribute video? Did they write a whole song about Ashton, then scrap it at the last minute and throw it in a dumpster, where it was found years later and repurposed by Chris Parnell? It would explain so much.

We get our second identical shot of Hrudey decking Paul MacDermid. And with that, we’ve made it through our entire video while using highlights from one single NHL game. Come on, guys. Even the Neil Sheehy-era Capitals know you always use two or three to mix it up.

And because I know you expect me to know these things, I went back and tried to figure out which specific game all these highlights are from. We knew the Kings were playing the Jets in L.A. (home teams wore white back then), Kelly Hrudey was in net, Brent Ashton and Paul MacDermid are in the lineup, and the Kings won (since we see Hrudey pumping his fist at the end of the game). The only game from 1988-89 or 1989-90 that fits that criteria came on December 19, 1989, when Hrudey gave up five goals in a 9-5 Kings win. Wayne Gretzky had six points. Are you sure the goalie’s the guy you want to be highlighting on this team, guys?

I don’t think that’s the kid’s real voice, you guys.

The epilogue on all of this is that Hrudey spent the next five seasons in L.A., and was significantly better over most of that span. He finished fourth in Vezina voting in 1990-91, and helped lead the team to the Stanley Cup Final in 1993. Was he inspired to those heights by this song? We can never truly know for sure, but yes, he was.

Have a question, suggestion, old YouTube clip, or anything else you’d like to see included in this column? Email Sean at nhlgrabbag@gmail.com. DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty syndicated from http://ift.tt/2ug2Ns6

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Iddhsgsbshsj okay here we GO ((sorry for how long this post is about to be in advance lol))

1. 6 of the songs you listen to most?It’s kinda hard to answer this as I listen to so much and fluctuate between which genre I want to binge listen to but prob something from p!atd, mcr, or maybe Hamilton idk I’ve been listening to a lot of that recently for some reason

5. What does your latest text message from someone else say?“Oki” ,.,….. like okay but weirder I guess

9. Ever had a poem or song written about you?Nothing other than like family projects by my brother and this one time a friend wanted to write a song about me because I came back from a week vacation in Canada but it never happened oh and I think I was in a couple raps lmao

10. When is the last time you played the air guitar?lol like last week at a friend’s house when I was imitating pharah’s new dance emote in overwatch

11. Do you have any strange phobias?I don’t think I have “"strange”“ ones but I faint around needles and I’m claustrophobic

14. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Ew,,.,. Outside,.,. Uh well I only go outside on obligation so probably walking the dog or going out with some friends

15. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Is this,,.., metaphorically?? I can’t tell but either way probably most of the time behind but I guess it matters on the situation?

16. Favorite band?My Chemical Romance or Panic! At The Disco because my emo phase will never truly leave me

17. What as the last lie you told?Uh idk I don’t lie very often,… well I just told someone I couldn’t go to something when I just,,, didn’t want to and I also just told someone I ”“appreciated their words”“ when I sure af didn’t

19. What does your URL mean?Well my URL on almost everything is TheFabulousKilljoy ((mcr ref)) but THAT was obviously taken so I made this and it’s the only website I’ve ever used it on

20. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?Everything and nothing hella

23. How do you vent your anger?Do nothing until I get over it or go to the vent channel on a discord server I’m on and complain

24. Do you have a collection of anything?When I in third grade I collected erasers, then in fourth I collected silly bands, and then after that not really anything unless you count the growing landfill of empty water bottles I’m too lazy to throw away in my room

25. Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Shrug probably voice chatting bc discord doesn’t support video chat yet ((I use discord a lot of you haven’t noticed))

26. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?More or less, but I believe I still have a long way to go

27. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?Hate: anything too loud that isn’t musicLove: rain!!!!

29. Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Nope and yep, ghosts don’t really make sense to be real and duh of course there’s other life out there somewhere do you KNOW how big this universe is??

30. Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. A supernatural blanket which I lowkey hate because it has the main characters on it and isn’t THAT terrifying to see when you’re trying to sleep and iron pills for my anemia

31. Smell the air. What do you smell?Shampoo because I just got out of the shower

32. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?There’s this house in Vegas that i have to go to every once in a while for vacation that I absolutely despise

33. Choose: East Coast or West Coast?West, I live in California

36. Define art. Anything that somebody creates

37. Do you believe in luck?Eh not really? Maybe?

38. What’s the weather like right now?Cloudy in the 70'sish but no rain :((

41. What was the last book you read?Oh god I have no idea probably the Princeton Review APWH 2017 Study Guide™

42. Do you like the smell of gasoline?Not really but my brother loves it

43. Do you have any nicknames?Killjoy, kj, tfkj, your royal highness ;))

44. What was the last film you saw?I don’t know what the last one I saw was called but the one before that was Dirty Dancing

47. Do you have any obsessions right now?Homestuck, Steven Universe, Still Mystic Messenger for some reason, Supernatural, Hamilton also for some reason I haven’t even seen it, the new FOB album ((can’t wait)), Skyrim, Overwatch, and about 846272 other things

51. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Yes, but again it depends on the situation and the person and how, if at all, it was resolved

53. Do you save money or spend it?Save until I get enough to buy something I want ((rn it’s the void sweatshirt from wlf so if anyone wants to throw me like $40 hmu ;;);)););)(;);,),;),))))

54. What’s the last thing you purchased?I can’t remember

55. Love or lust?Love of course

59. Where were you yesterday?Home playing a ton of overwatch

60. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?Yep, a pink skirt I use for Roxy cosplay ((still working on that,,, eventually)) a Steven universe crop top im not actually allowed to wear lol, a flower, one of those eos lip balm eggs, and a flower crown thing from medieval times ((the knight dinner show thing))

61. Are you wearing socks right now?Okay honestly I just got out the shower and I’m very lazy so I’m just sitting here with a towel

64. Where is your best friend?Uh I don’t know probably at her house

67. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?I was on tumblr and discord because sleep schedules are for the weak

70. Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?No I’m an asshole lol, but having shared interests would be nice

72. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) what do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?Wow that’s dark okay uh I would tell everyone because then I’d just,,, die out of nowhere and they’d be so confused, with my remaining days I’d probably travel and make amends with people and try to do some good things in the world in the month I have left, and I’d probably be afraid but eventually accept it

73. You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust, love isn’t 100% necessary and it’s built off of trust nyanyways

74. What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?There’s definitely some but I sure can’t think of them right now

76. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?Mutual trust, the ability to have fun with one another, shared interests and views, established boundaries

81. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?Something really witty and/or confusing so when people see it in the graveyard they’re just like,,, what the fuck was wrong with her

82. What is your favorite word?I don’t know I need time to prepare for these questions smh

83. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. A,,,,,,,, heart

84. What is a saying you say a lot?Oh god I have a lot of terrible annoying things I say a lot like rip, diddly darn, golly gee gosh, big mood, I’d let (her/him/you/them) step on me ((I say that all the time whenever I really like someone or someone says something nice to me lmao)) etc.

85. What’s the last song you listened to?Some Queen song I don’t remember that was playing

86. What’s your favorite color/colors?Black and pastel pink

87. What’s your current desktop picture?Well My computer has the Aperture Laboratories™ symbol from portal, my phone lock screen is my cat with a flower crown I photoshopped on him because,,, i love cats so much,,,, and my home screen is Bubblegum and Marceline from adventure time kissing ((even though I haven’t watched the show in years))

89. What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?There’s probably a ton but my least favorite that always comes up during truth or dare and stuff is "who do you have a crush on?” bc I can’t say that without outing myself bc spoiler alert: she’s a girl

99. If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?“HOLY SHIT THE WHOLE WORLD IS LISTENING TO ME RIGHT NOW I CANT FUCK THIS UP”

And we DID IT! Questions=Answered what a trip ((also something I say too much)) there’s probably hella spelling errors and shit but there’s no way I’m double checking this lmaothanks for asking my dude!!

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scriptures. May God bless the reading of His holy word.

 While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped Him in bands of cloth, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

 But he did not consummate their marriage until she gave birth to a son. And he gave Him the name Jesus.

 Luke 2:6-7 (NRSV), Matthew 1:25 (NIV)

 This ends today’s reading from God's holy word. Thanks be to God.

 It had been a long, arduous journey covering many, many miles over a period of days. It would have been difficult for nearly anyone but especially hard for a woman who was near time to give birth.

 But Joseph and Mary made it safely to Bethlehem, the town of David, in order to register in a census ordered by then Roman ruler Caesar Augustus. Their arrival fulfilled at least part of the prophecy of old concerning the Messiah, the part that placed the event in Bethlehem (Micah 5:2).

 Tired and weary from their travel, the young couple looked for a place to rest. For days they had slept huddled together under the stars, trying to keep warm from the chill of night. They looked forward to a nice warm room in the town inn, a secure place just in case Mary had to deliver her child in Bethlehem.

 There was only one problem.

 The inn was full. There was no room for Joseph and Mary. No room for the coming of the Savior of the world.

 Desperate for any shelter, Joseph and Mary accepted the offer of a nearby stable, spending the night amidst the animals within. And during that evening, Mary gave birth to her firstborn son. She swaddled Him in bands of cloth and laid Him to rest in a manger. Joseph gave Him the name Jesus.

 The Messiah, the King of kings and Lord of lords, the Savior of the world had come, brought into the world without fanfare. No one in Bethlehem was present to celebrate with Joseph and Mary. They treasured their son alone, God’s only Son entrusted to their care.

 In fulfilling the prophecies of old, Jesus came in humble surroundings and humility would define His life and ministry when He grew older. And although there was no room for him in Bethlehem’s inn, He has occupied the hearts, minds, and souls of all who would invite Him ever since.

 As we celebrate His coming this day, have you allowed God to give you the greatest gift He has ever granted to the world? Have you accepted Jesus into your life and received the promise of eternal life He brings?

 For every day is all about Christ, Jesus Christ who was born to save us all in a lowly Bethlehem stable.

 Rejoice in Him and celebrate today.

 Have a blessed day!

 Amen.

 In Christ,

Mark

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DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty

The three stars of comedy … will return

We're taking a break from the three stars this week, since a.) it's August and everyone who has ever played, coached, or worked in the NHL in their life is off the grid at a cottage somewhere, and b.) I've been away most of the week and probably missed anything funny that did happen. The three stars will return next time. Meanwhile, we have important business to get to in the next section.

Be It Resolved

Last week, I got very worked up about the NHL's weird insistence on treating holding the stick as a different penalty than holding, complete with its own hand signal. To be clear, I stand by that rant completely. I'm right and you know it.

In putting that section together, I had to dive into my copy of the NHL rulebook to verify that holding the stick was in fact the only penalty that forces the referee to perform a two-part signal, and in doing so, I realized something I'd never noticed before: There are four NHL penalties that don't have a signal at all.

Granted, they're the rare ones. Specifically, the penalties without signals are kicking, head-butting, throwing equipment, and too-many-men. You don't see those all that often. Still, they're in the rulebook. They should have some sort of signal. You can't ask a referee to announce a penalty and then just stand there like an idiot while everyone stares at him. We need to give these guys something to work with.

So let's do that. I've got some suggestions.

Let's start with kicking. That's the easy one. The referee just makes a little kicking motion. Simple enough, right? I mean, it would have to be a distinct kicking motion so that everyone in the crowd could make it out, but I'm sure the league could come up with a nice, easy definition for distinctive kicking motion that everyone would always agree on, so we'll just use that.

(Also, you could probably follow that up by having the ref pull out a phone, dial the police, and have the player arrested because he just freaking kicked somebody while wearing skates and is obviously a psychopath.)

Photo by Isaiah J. Downing-USA TODAY Sports

The head-butt is a little tougher. My first thought was that the ref would slap his own forehead, but older fans might get confused and think he just realized that he could've had a V8. So I'm going to go a little more extreme and suggest that he slam his head directly into the crook of his arm. It's simple, distinctive, and my son will get excited because he'll think the ref is dabbing. Everyone wins.

For throwing equipment, I think we go with the obvious: The ref has to wind up and toss his whistle into the crowd like it's the Rock's elbow pad. And yes, that does create a problem where the referee won't have a whistle for the rest of the game, but if it's overtime or late in a close game or the playoffs, he won't need it anymore, so we should be fine.

And finally, too-many-men. My first thought was that the ref should have count to six on his fingers, look confused, and then make an exaggerated herpy-derp face at the crowd. But that seems a little complicated, so let's keep it simple. Just point at the Bruins.

Be it resolved: All these new hand signals go into effect for the 2017-18 season. Please let any referees in your life know so they can start practicing now.

Obscure former player of the week

One of this year's bigger off-season moves was the Stars signing Alexander Radulov away from the Canadiens. Radulov had 54 points last year and occasionally goes into beast mode, so he doesn't qualify as an obscure player. His brother Igor does, though, so he gets this week's honors.

Igor Radulov was a winger who was picked by Chicago in the third round of the 2000 draft, four years before his brother would go to Nashville in the first. It was a good round for less-successful brothers, as Henrik Lundqvist's twin brother Joel had gone a few picks earlier. (Henrik himself wouldn't go until the seventh round that year, marking the last known time that his life wasn't completely perfect.)

It was a bit of a weird draft pick, because by the time the Blackhawks used it, it had been traded five times in deals involving everyone from Mike Knuble to Ulf Samuelsson to Niklas Sundstrom (twice!) to the No. 4 overall pick in the 1999 draft, which was Pavel Brendl. Theory: If you dig hard enough, every obscure player eventually links back to Pavel Brendl.

Anyway, Radulov remained in Russia for a season before heading to North America to spend a year playing for the OHL's Mississauga IceDogs (and head coach Don Cherry). He scored 33 goals, then moved to the AHL in 2002, where he got his first taste of the pro game. By the end of the year, he earned a brief call-up to Chicago, where he scored five goals in seven games.

That had fans and media expecting bigger things. Radulov made the Blackhawks out of camp for the 2003-04 season, but he got off to a slow start, scoring just once in his first 16 games. By December, he was playing under ten minutes a game, and then found himself a healthy scratch. By the New Year, he was back in the AHL.

While we didn't know it at the time, we'd seen the last of Igor Radulov in the NHL. He headed home to Russia during the 2004-05 lockout and stayed there, first with HC Spartak Moscow and later with the KHL. Unlike his brother, he never did make an NHL comeback; at 34, he was still seeing time in the KHL last season.

What has Don Cherry gone and done now?

We haven't used this section much lately, and to be honest, there's no real reason to break it out now. Don Cherry hasn't done much this week. He's on vacation, like everyone else. But since there's not much going on, I thought it would be fun to use this space to tell the story about the time Cherry was voted the seventh-best Canadian.

Yes, that actually happened.

I realize that American readers are probably wondering how this is possible. How could a country with so much history decide that a sports broadcaster was the seventh greatest person to ever live? That would be like naming John Madden or Vin Scully as one of the ten greatest Americans. They've had great careers, and people love them, but greatest ever? Like, out of everyone? Are you crazy?

Meanwhile, Canadian readers are like, "Seventh? Huh. That seems a little low."

When you are a bright spot in the history of your country. Photo by Charles LeClaire-USA TODAY Sports

Here's the background. In 2004, the CBC launched a project to determine the greatest Canadian of all time, creatively naming it "The Greatest Canadian." The end result was a top-50 list, determined by a multi-step public vote.

Cherry ended up finishing seventh, ahead of people like Alexander Graham Bell, Sir John A. Macdonald, and, oh yeah, Wayne Gretzky. He was narrowly beat out by names like Terry Fox, Sir Frederick Banting, and Lester B. Pearson. In case you're wondering, the winner was Tommy Douglas. If you Americans don't know who that is, he's basically the guy who brought Canada the concept of, um, you know what, America, maybe it's better if we don't mention it right now. Tommy Douglas is Kiefer Sutherland's grandfather, that's all you need to know.

The important point is that Cherry finished seventh, which gives you an idea of how insanely popular he's always been up here. There was a time when he absolutely could have run for prime minister. Hell, he probably would have won.

By the way, when the CBC program aired, each of the top ten was presented by a Canadian celebrity. Cherry's segment was introduced by Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Just in case you were ever wondering what the most Canadian thing of all time was.

Classic YouTube clip breakdown

Who's up for some terrible NHL goaltender-based rap/rock? Good. You're in luck.

Careful readers will recognize this clip from February, when it was rediscovered and broken down in detail by Kings bloggers The Royal Half. We gave it a spot in the weekly comedy stars section back then, but it was inevitable that it would work its way to Classic YouTube section status someday. That day has arrived.

So the background here is that it's the 1989-90 season, give or take a year, and a group called The Puck Boys has decided to record a song honoring the Kings' coolest player. No, not Wayne Gretzky. No, not Luc Robitaille. Not Bernie Nicholls, either. Those guys were good, but they didn't rock a baby blue bandana during games. No, the Puck Boys are going to sing to us about Kelly Hrudey.

To answer the obvious question: No, The Puck Boys are not a real band. They can't be. I mean, I don't doubt that at least a few of these guys are actual musicians, and the lead singer is… well, we'll get to him in a bit. But this is basically a casting call of musical clichés all mashed into one super-group. They can't possibly be an actual collective. There's just no way.

All that said, this is a pretty catchy song. You're going to be humming it all day. Consider yourself warned.

"Who's between the pipes tonight? Well let me check my roster…" Um, actually, the roster itself wouldn't have that information. You'd need to check your lineup. Once again, novelty hockey song bands' failure to hire me as a fact-checker comes back to haunt them.

Glove saves were just better in the 80s and 90s. The goalies always looked a little bit surprised to have actually made a save, and they'd really sell it by flailing their arms around. It always looked great.

OK, almost always.

We get our first wide shot of the entire band, which includes a guy in cowboy hat, a dude in a suit, and a small child. And, of course, there's our lead singer, who looks like Bruce Springsteen had a baby with Marty Jannetty and then let it be raised by Rico Suave.

Just to give you a sense for the attention to detail that's going to be in play here, we start off with our singer telling us about all the things they now have "one less" of, while holding up two fingers.

The singer is giving off some star power, but the undisputed star here is keyboard-suit guy. He has clearly a.) never played the keyboard before and b.) not quite got the hang of the whole "having elbows" thing. But he did break out the formal wear for this video shoot, so we'll give him that. Dress for the job you want, and all that.

This is one of those late-80s songs that would be described as rap but may or may not actually be. I feel like the inclusion "whopper of a stopper" kind of disqualifies it right there.

So about that lead singer. His name is Harry Perzigian, and he'd become famous under some less than ideal circumstances a few years later. He was accused of supplying drugs to the son of actor Carroll O'Connor, who later committed suicide. He later sued O'Connor for slander, and the whole thing was a reasonably big tabloid story at the time. Perzigian died in 2014; a friend wrote this tribute.

I feel like that may have been the most depressing paragraph in YouTube section history. Can we get back to hockey jokes now? I'm not sure we have a choice. Onwards.

"Is this real, we must be dreaming. Have you checked our goals against?" Yes, I have. Kelly Hrudey's goal against average in 1989-90 was 4.07, the fourth worst mark in the league. But in fairness, he posted a 4.34 in the playoffs.

As we're digesting that information, our next highlight is an opposing player on a breakaway just getting blatantly tackled before he can get to Hrudey. Probably the right play.

That player is Brent Ashton, by the way, and he's going to feature in like every one of these highlights. Seriously, it's all they have and it's going to get weird.

"It's 7:30, I'm OK," our singer tells us while pointing at his wrist, which does not have a watch on it. This guy is terrible at hand gestures. Working the name of the song into the wardrobe is a strength, sure, but hand gestures not so much.

We get more Ashton highlights, and… wait. Was this originally supposed to be a Brent Ashton tribute video? Did they write a whole song about Ashton, then scrap it at the last minute and throw it in a dumpster, where it was found years later and repurposed by Chris Parnell? It would explain so much.

We get our second identical shot of Hrudey decking Paul MacDermid. And with that, we've made it through our entire video while using highlights from one single NHL game. Come on, guys. Even the Neil Sheehy-era Capitals know you always use two or three to mix it up.

And because I know you expect me to know these things, I went back and tried to figure out which specific game all these highlights are from. We knew the Kings were playing the Jets in L.A. (home teams wore white back then), Kelly Hrudey was in net, Brent Ashton and Paul MacDermid are in the lineup, and the Kings won (since we see Hrudey pumping his fist at the end of the game). The only game from 1988-89 or 1989-90 that fits that criteria came on December 19, 1989, when Hrudey gave up five goals in a 9-5 Kings win. Wayne Gretzky had six points. Are you sure the goalie's the guy you want to be highlighting on this team, guys?

I don't think that's the kid's real voice, you guys.

The epilogue on all of this is that Hrudey spent the next five seasons in L.A., and was significantly better over most of that span. He finished fourth in Vezina voting in 1990-91, and helped lead the team to the Stanley Cup Final in 1993. Was he inspired to those heights by this song? We can never truly know for sure, but yes, he was.

Have a question, suggestion, old YouTube clip, or anything else you'd like to see included in this column? Email Sean at nhlgrabbag@gmail.com. DGB Grab Bag: New Penalty Signals, Cherry Seventh-Best Canadian, and Hrudey on Duty published first on http://ift.tt/2pLTmlv

[junker-town]

When football goes away, what do we do with our weekends?

We asked St. Louis Rams fans and, surprise, Sundays weren’t ruined.

Football is about rhythms. The snap, the catch, the throw. The hit, the crunch, the thud. The drums of the high school marching band beating steady, the speakers of NFL stadiums pumping out top-40 hits. The refs blowing whistles, the players making guttural sounds as the huddle breaks. The stands chanting names, clapping hands.

As a fan, you feel these cadences somewhere in your chest. Maybe the pit of your stomach. They define your Sundays. They bleed into your Monday nights, your Thursday nights, your Friday nights, your Saturdays. For those who love it, football is a metronome that ticks throughout the fall to structure the weeks and order the days. It ticks back through time, too, anchoring you to your school, your family, or your home.

All sports do this, but football has become Sunday Service in America in a way that basketball, baseball, and hockey — with their massive, sprawling schedules and nightly games — have not.

So what happens when football goes away?

There’s no real way to figure this out, because football is woven into American culture like the stitching on a Starter jacket. But as people start to ponder the future of the sport — will parents let their kids play while evidence mounts that, hey, football might not be so great for you? — it’s a valid question to ask.

The best simulation of an America without football is to check in with the fans the Rams left behind in St. Louis a year after the team relocated to Los Angeles. I thought about finding a high school or college that no longer had a program, but I wanted to talk to the biggest group of people who had suddenly lost the team they loved. Rams fans (well, mostly ex-Rams fans, as it turned out) seemed like my best bet.

I put a call out on social media and got emails from more than 60 people. There wasn’t anything scientific about this. I didn’t target any particular cross section of any particular demographic, so the responses aren’t necessarily true for the entire region, nor is it indicative of what taking away a team elsewhere might be like.

But it is a glimpse into a collection of fan psyches. St. Louis wasn’t the biggest football town, you might argue — not compared to Dallas, Boston, Pittsburgh, or Green Bay. The Rams weren’t that good. It still was a football town, though, one that is now suing the NFL for a whole lot of money. And many people still loved the Rams.

The split was ugly. It left a group of angry, disillusioned, and bitter fans in its wake, many of whom described it like a nasty divorce. The ones I talked to took the time to answer an eight-question survey, often with close to 2,000 words. They wrote about their families, their team, their time, and their new, post-Rams lives. Many of them said writing it all down was cathartic. Their responses are below, edited only for length.

Several themes came through my inbox. Some weren’t surprising, such as how painful it was when the Rams left.

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It was kind of like it was like a divorce. That’s the best way to put it. Where you’re trying everything you can to get your spouse to stay, trying to go to counseling, trying to buy them a new car, trying to work it out. And they just want nothing to do with you because they’ve got a girlfriend in L.A.

— James Kendall, Western Kentucky

It was a mixture of anger and sadness. With everything that happened in Ferguson a few years ago, it is hard seeing St Louis completely trashed by a slime ball like Stan Kroenke (who somehow is in the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame). I was angry at the NFL for allowing the farce of the relocation process to take place. Their "guidelines" are a joke designed to give political and legal cover to greedy billionaires that simply extort local governments and fans dedicated to their hometown team.

— Alex Kuhn, Wildwood

All sorts of things. Extreme anger, mainly, which I expressed in my mind by visualizing me Ric Flair chopping Stanley Steamer Kroenke's throat into oblivion. Also, I went through a semi-severe depression for a few days. I cried some the night after the relocation was announcing, sobbing in my bed until my now fiancee reminded me that real people die every day and maybe that would be something more worth crying for. I then ignored her and weeped some more, until the a copious amount of tears ran down into my neckbeard and made me feel like a wet dog. That was my cue to stop.

— Zachary Poelker, St. Louis

Many were somewhat devastated that their kids wouldn’t be able to grow up with the same team they had. Some felt they were losing the franchise that connected them to their parents at St. Louis itself. Almost all of them said it was harder than they expected it to be.

I’m 18, and I’ve been a fan for all my life because my dad is from St. Louis. I’m currently a high school in senior. I go to school about 30 minutes south of San Francisco. [...] My dad loves the city and my grandparents live there but for me the heritage of the city will always revolve around sports. Currently, I’m in search for a new favorite NFL team. Now that the Raiders are out of the question (because they are moving from the Bay Area), I’m going to have to turn to the 49ers or the Chiefs because they are the only other Missouri team. I was planning to be in St. Louis a lot more, specifically at this sports bar named Lester’s with some of the best fans in the world: Missouri sports fan.

— Ellie Lieberman, San Francisco

I have a 9 month old son. My wife and I found out she was pregnant about a month before the relocation vote had happened. It's is really sad to think I'll never be able to take my son to a game in our hometown. [...] Some of my best memories of time with my Father were from the 99 Rams season. The Rams had been a pretty rough team to watch in their first few years in town. It reached a point where every Sunday, my dad couldn't give tickets away at Sunday church. But when 99 rolled around, we had Marshall Faulk, we had Holt, Bruce, Hakim....it was on. I went to every playoff game at home. I remember dropping to my knees at our house during the Super Bowl praying to GOD PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T LET THE TITANS SCORE. The Greatest Show on Turf in my opinion was the most excited team to watch of all time.

— Christopher Marischen, St. Louis

Many fans said they weren’t sure what they’d do with themselves on Sundays before the season started, but ultimately found that life without a team wasn’t so bad.

I thought I was going to still watch football. My dad and I watched it every Sunday for years. But I ended up doing everything else. I went to MO Wine Country with friends. I went to special events. I went to parks. I went to family events. I drove up to Chicago to watch the Cards-Cubs at Wrigley. It was the best Fall I have had in years. I accomplished so much and never wasted a Sunday on the couch.

—Jeff Dreste, St. Louis

I'm a proud family man. I'm happy to spend time with my daughter and wife.

— Daryl, St. Louis

I thought I’d sleep, eat terrible food, and watch terrible 80's movies featuring Michelle Pfeiffer on the CW because I am too poor to afford cable. And I ended up sleeping, eating terrible food, and watching terrible 80's movies featuring Michelle Pfeiffer on the CW because I am too poor to afford cable. Oh I also go to the grocery store on some Sundays now, maybe about twice/month, which beats my previous high of never going to the grocery store ever so…

— Zachary Poelker, St. Louis

The Super Bowl was the first NFL game I watched start to finish last season. I watched here and there during the playoffs, mostly as background noise, and if I was with somebody who was watching a game I wouldn't storm out of the room in protest. But mostly, I stopped caring. I'd run errands or watch other sports or watch Netflix. It's actually pretty amazing how much more productive of a person I was--it turns out that drinking beer at 9 a.m. on Sundays was not the most efficient use of my time.

— John F., St. Louis

About half of the responders said that they kept watching the NFL but chose new teams like the Titans, Chiefs, and Packers (a few people said they went with Green Bay because the team is publicly funded). Others shifted their focused to root for college programs. Some said they hoped St. Louis got an expansion team again someday.

But a lot of them just ... well, stopped watching football. And some of those people said that they could easily imagine a world without the NFL, since that’s basically what their lives had become. For many, fantasy teams were the only reason they paid any attention at all.

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At the end of the day, football is just a game, and I refuse to let the greed of a few disrupt my life. The sun still comes up in the morning, I still have a family and a job, and St. Louis still has franchises like the Cardinals and Blues that are run with fan-interest in mind, not just the financial interest of a crooked owner. I miss caring about the NFL. Much of my pigskin interest has transferred over to Saturdays and the college game. Hopefully my love for the NFL will return at some point, but right now I feel like a guy who just got dumped by his girlfriend for a richer, flashier guy who will take her for granted and never love her the way that I did.

— David Jones, Fenton, MO

As you can tell with my other answers, the rhythm of my life has not be disrupted at all. I've got more free time on NFL Sundays than ever. I can now spend more time and energy on NCAA football and rooting for my not-so-good Mizzou Tigers. :)

— Ben Choi, Columbus, MO

"Rams" had become part of my friends and my lexicon of language. Sort of tongue-in-cheek, but we used "Rams" as a replacement for anything positive. "You got a 98% on your biology final?! Rams!". Honestly, that is the only real rhythm disruptor. Outside of a long-running joke, the only hangup was finding a shelter to give the dozen or so Rams shirts and jerseys I had collected over the years.

— Timothy Barnes, St. Louis

I hope in my lifetime the NFL ceases to exist - not because they took my team away, but that process definitely opened my eyes to the creepy machinations of the league and allowed me to critically see all the complete shit they are able to get away with. Of course, 'my' team moving pales in comparison to real-life issues affecting actual people - like player safety, long-term healthcare of ex-players, co-opting cancer awareness drives to make cash, bilking municipalities into subsidizing billionaires' clubhouses, using 'patriotism' to make cash / pump up the USA's military-industrial complex, mishandling off-field issues involving players, et al. Those are all real issues that this sociopathic league gets away with every single year. Shame on me, I suppose, for not turning against the league until it affected me personally.

— Jack Kelly, St. Louis

Aside from making money, the one thing that the NFL seems to be best at is angering large portions of the country. Some Rams fans even said they started rooting for the Patriots — perhaps the most hated team in the league — because they were also battling the NFL.

If you make people hate you, they won’t wish you well. That’s not surprising. But what was surprising to me was how many of those people: a) said they were living happy lives without football, and b) were as surprised as I was by that turn of events.

This is a fairly simple takeaway. You might think, “Well, yeah, of course it’s not the end of the world, it’s just a game,” but I think that underestimates just how much it means to people. How baked into the schedule of people’s lives it can become.

The fact that many fans seemed relieved to realize they were capable of structuring their lives themselves is important. It shows that a league constantly trying to snake its tentacles as firmly into as many fans’ hours as it can might not always have as firm a grip as you might imagine. Many fans said they were happier now that their Sundays were free of Stan Kroenke and Jeff Fisher (although everyone’s are now free of Fisher — 7-9, baby). They spent more time with family and friends. Caring less — or not at all — about football gave them stretches of free time that they previously thought they didn’t want.

When I started this, I was expecting only negative reactions to the void football left. I was expecting people to say they missed their personal connection to the league, that they wanted their team back more than anything they put in its place. I assumed the American appetite for the NFL was insatiable.

Instead, I found a small pocket of people in a small corner of the country who have learned the (very) hard way that life goes on without football. And that sometimes, losing the thing you love can actually set you free.