This is actually a really tame clip of it. Today there were about 100 "racers" and the street and intersection were completely filled with onlookers. They did 4 runs, 1 more than planned because they were just having too much fun. I went to watch because Alex and Tessa were racing (on their Diego and Dora tricycles, respectively). They both lost their seats, but no wheels, like a bunch of other people. Someone in their group had also rigged a blue recycling bin to a skateboard, which was surprisingly maneuverable.
Sometimes this city just feels like one big post-college campus.
Wow, what a crazy last couple of the weeks of the season it's been, and what a crazy playoffs it could be, especially in the west. Good on Crosby for winning the Art Ross. I hope he wins the Hart too. And yay for Lecavalier winning the Rocket Richard. I'm all for talented players getting rewarded. :P
I thought I had all this crap to say about the playoffs, but I... don't anymore. Hmm. I'll just say I'm one of the weird people who likes Versus and NBC coverage. I like how slightly pathetic Versus is with its various technical screw ups. It's charming, like a slightly dilapidated house. I like how Bill Clement is that senile, but good-natured guy. I like to hear Engblom's and Jones' analysis, even though I think that Keith Jones is from some bizarre planet where Sheldon Souray would be a great defenseman and Montreal has the best defense corps in the league.
I really hate Emrick's voice, though. :( Especially when he screams, which is a lot. But I especially hate that when that stupid person makes posts to hockey with no content other than EMRICK IS THE BEST COMMENTATOR IN THE NHL!!! and then includes a quote which completely lacks noteworthiness but acts as if it was the wittiest, most insightful thing ever.
Islanders. There's this short story somebody described to me once about this guy who was shipwrecked on an island and he was starving to death and one day he saw this chicken and he attacked it with a knife, and got it good, but it still escaped, but it was obvious that it was going to bleed to death somewhere but he was too weak to chase after it, and he thought, OMG, stupid chicken at least die near me so I can eat you and survive a little bit longer. The Islanders are that chicken.