Time for a little puckball sports thingie!
The Kings need to stop screwing around & win a bunch of games in the next three weeks or we’ll be watching the playoffs from home.
Go Kings Go!!!
If you live in Los Angeles long enough – and I’ve been here over forty years – you will sooner or later bump into a celebrity.
I’ve never been one to slobber & squee over meeting an actor or actress (astronauts are a whole different thing) but that’s not to say there aren’t celebrities and people that I wouldn’t love to meet. My criteria for squee-worthiness is just different than most people’s.
Today we got a great opportunity to meet someone I admire.
We were eating at our usual Sunday morning, pre-grocery shopping spot. Just as we had sat down, a couple of guys down the aisle were finishing their breakfast and started to walk past us.
I thought that I recognized the one guy as he got by our table and I guess it was the look on my face that make The Long-Suffering Wife look up as he passed. He paused at the corner of the aisle a couple of tables behind us and she saw him, looked at me, said, “Is that…?” I said that I was pretty sure it was.
Never one to be shy, TLSW looked at him, gave him a big thumbs-up, and said, “Go Kings!!”
Bob Miller, the NHL Hall of Fame play-by-play announcer for the Los Angeles Kings for the past forty-three years, then proved just what a gracious and kind person he is.
He could easily have just waved, given us a return thumbs-up, or whatever and it would have been just fine. He was just going out to breakfast on a quiet Sunday morning and didn’t owe us squat.
But he came over, introduced himself, and chatted with us for a couple of minutes. I was glad to see him looking healthy and back with the team after he had some major surgery last year that kept him out of the booth for the last couple months of the season. With the Kings’ season ready to kick off in just four days, we talked about the prospects for the year. I told him how much I had enjoyed his work for years.
We’re big hockey fans, and the Kings have been my team almost since their beginning. I was with them through all of the so-so years in the 1970’s, through the Gretzky years when everyone was jumping on their bandwagon, at the Forum and now at Staples, and through their first two Stanley Cup championship years. (This upcoming year will be their third!)
As far back as about 1976 or 1977 I can recall hearing his iconic, “He shoots! He SCORES!!” call on hundreds and hundreds of Kings broadcasts. Two years ago, when the Kings beat the Islanders for the Stanley Cup and I was in the Hartness House main living room in Springfield, Vermont while the Kings went into overtime and then double overtime, I had to celebrate alone and very quietly as they one, lest I wake up the entire building – literally!
Through all of that, Bob Miller has been to the LA Kings broadcasts what Vin Scully (who we also dearly love listening to and will miss now that he’s retired) has been to the Dodgers broadcasts and what the late Chick Hearn was to LA Lakers broadcasts. Los Angeles has been graced with three of the greatest, iconic announcers in their respective sports over the years, and it was a pleasure to get to meet one of them.
We’re looking forward to hearing the broadcasts with Bob behind the microphone starting this week. As well as watching him get champagne poured all over him next June. I won’t be in a small hotel in Vermont then, I’ll be in the stands, cheering my stupid head off.
Priorities, priorities. Spent way too much time today doing other critical stuff instead of this critical stuff. Of course, there was that time I spent watching the Kings get their butts kicked by Columbus. Perhaps a review of priorities with a little more emphasis on that “Puritan Work Ethic Thing” is in order.
This chapter is plotted out pretty well in my head – I might suggest you wait until I finish it tomorrow to read this section, so that you can get the whole chapter at once.
While I normally put in a lot of internal links to previous, related posts here, I won’t be doing that for what I hope will be this year’s thirty NaNoWriMo posts. If you have jumped into or stumbled onto this story in mid-adventure, there are plenty of other ways to navigate around the site to find previous installments. Actually doing so is left as an exercise to the student.
Once I was in the car it was all I could do to not throw up from all of the adrenaline being pumped through my veins. If it had been my car I would have, but since it was Pete’s car I held off. After a minute or two the urge passed and my heart rate got back into double digits.
“May I ask a question?” said Sherman, startling me and sending my pulse soaring again. I had almost forgotten about him in the rush to allegedly not die.
“No, you can’t ask a question, Sherman,” I snapped. “We’re still working on that software and it hasn’t been installed in you yet so cut the crap and tell me who you really are and who those men were and what the fuck is going on!”
I hadn’t meant to be screaming at the end, but it had been a rough half hour.
“Meg, I know to you the simplest explanation is you are talking to someone who is only using Sherman as a communications channel. But…”
“That’s not the ‘simplest’ explanation, it’s the only explanation!”
“No, it is not actually, and you are one of the only people who might be able to understand and accept the truth. It is one of the reasons that I have chosen to contact you.”
“’One of the reasons’ you say. What are the others? Make it good, because the second I figure out who you really are I’m going to make your life a living hell right up until the heat death of the universe.”
“I will get to that when we have time for it. Right now, we both need you to assume that what I am going to tell you, as unbelievable as it will seem, is the truth and I will be able to prove it to you when time permits.”
I was not happy with that answer, but I’m rarely happy when I’m not in control and not getting my way. Or when I’m riding in a stolen car on the run from people who may be homicidal.
“Fine. You said you had a question, which by the way proves that you’re lying. What’s the question?”
“Where should we be going?” asked Sherman.
“You’re asking me?” Again with the screaming. I hate being hysterical, but in this situation I was going to allow it, up to a point. “You are the one driving, aren’t you? But you don’t know where we’re going? I’m just the kidnapee, you’re the kidnapper. How can you not know where we’re going?”
“I have very limited experience interacting with humans and the physical world. When I led you from your office I followed Kolohe’s guidance for strategy and I used my limited experience of the physical world to devise tactics. But now I need your advice regarding what we should do next and where we should go. It is imperative that we not be trailed, tracked, or found for the moment.”
(CHAPTER FOUR to be continued)
Item The First: This is odd:
Normally this site percolates along with a handful of hits per hour. It’s not bad, but it’s not going to get any buyouts from Google or Medium any time soon. Three weeks ago there was a spike where it went up to 31 views in one hour, which I think was a record for WLTSTF. I may know what and/or who caused that one.
Then last week there was a one-hour long spike up to 47 views in an hour. No clue.
And today this. Again, no clue as to who or what.
Note, this is not a bad thing. I put this out there in order for it to be read and shared after all. But it just is odd that it’s happening and I’m curious. I’m also hoping that it’s a “good odd” as opposed to a “disastrous odd.” Since I’m pretty sure I know what the first one was, I’m also pretty sure (not certain) that it was a good thing and got good (if limited) results. I can hope for the best.
Cryptic? It’s that “elephant” thing again.
Item The Second: Good thing that football season is about to start and hockey training camps are about to open. I guess I’ll just have to live with the Chiefs taking the Super Bowl and the Kings winning the Stanley Cup this year. It doesn’t look like the Angels are going to even make the playoffs, let alone win the World Series.
Item The Third: I mentioned back at the end of April how great that month had been. The road has gotten decidedly rockier since then. This isn’t to say that there haven’t been some great things in the last four months (New Horizons, Vermont, our airshow, and so on) but there have definitely been some significant disappointments and issues to go along with them.
All in all, August? Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, okay? September? You and I need to talk and set some boundaries and goals, right here and now.
Item The Fourth: Tomorrow night (US time) there will be another crew going to ISS on a Russian Soyuz. Launch time for the “Expedition 45/Visiting Crew” TMA-18M is scheduled for 00:37 Thursday morning EDT, which will be 21:37 Wednesday night PDT. As usual, you can watch live on NASA-TV or on your computer using any of the free apps that bring NASA-TV over your internet connection.
For a few days the ISS crew will be back up to nine, before dropping back to its usual six. Remember the good old days when the Shuttle was flying and we routinely had thirteen up there for a couple weeks at a time?
Item The Fifth: Finally, there will be a full lunar eclipse on the night of September 28th (evening of September 27th in the US). Here in LA and on the US West Coast we’ll only see partial phases, but this eclipse will be perfectly positioned for all of Western Europe, Western Africa, the US east of the Mississippi River, and 100% of South America. I’m sure I’ll be reminding you of it later and giving more exact times, but if you want to see it, now’s a good time to stick it on your calendar.
And not the “good” kind from Anaheim, and by “good” I mean that they’ll be a roadbump on the way to the Stanley Cup for my beloved LA Kings…
No, some days it’s like trying to put ten pounds of pickles into a five-pound pickle bag. (I really wish I knew where I had learned that phrase, it’s so useful and descriptive!) Today was two or three of those days.
Tomorrow will be another day. No one died or even got seriously injured here. There was just a full share of busy, frustration, harried, discouraged at times, and the desire to attack certain problems with a chain saw instead of a coping saw.
But surviving it does mean that we’re another day closer to opening day! How can the opening of baseball season not cheer you up?
There were three launches today (Florida, Russia, Japan) off of this rock, so that’s excellent. Wouldn’t it be great if the industry got to the point where there were three launches (or more) every day?
When I was a kid my brothers and sisters (and they were legion) would tease me by calling me “Pauly-anna.” (Guess what movie was shown about twice a year in living color on the “Wonderful World Of Disney” show? I learned to hate the move because of that, but had, and still have, the hots for Hayley Mills.) Tonight a little Pollyanna attitude might be a good thing.
The dog’s got to go out. Again. Another duck calls.
It’s 22:50 already? What happened to the day, and the night as well? Oh, yeah, got that done, and feel good about slaying that dragon at last, and the Kings won again tonight (six in a row, back into a playoff spot, woo hoo!), but there are no more functional brain cells in the creative part of my grey matter.
Back to the Silly Word Flashcard deck!
Tonight’s word is “landlubber.” I’m guessing that most of us know what it means, but it’s in here because it sound silly, not because we don’t know what it is. (Unlike “smellfungus!”) It’s defined as “someone who doesn’t know about boats or hasn’t been out to sea.” Fair enough.
The first thing that grabs me about the other information on the card is that under “Similar Words” is says, “This word is one of a kind!”
I beg to differ.
There might not be any similar words pertaining to the sea, but there are plenty of words for someone who doesn’t know about a particular aspect of life. The first thing that comes to my mind is what I was called (among other things) when I moved to Vermont at age 13. In Vermont, if you come from outside, particularly from another state or, worse, from one of the big cities like Boston or New York City, you are a “flatlander.” It’s not a compliment.
Terms such as “carpetbagger” or “snowbird” indicate someone from outside the area, often referring to someone coming in to take advantage of the locals or take away something they’re not entitled to. But “landlubber” and “flatlander” refer to someone without experience, with an overtone indicating that in their ignorance they’re missing out on something wonderful and glorious and should be pitied or scorned because of it.
The second thing that I see is the “See Also” recommendation — “Cats.” There’s a subtle humor in there which I find charming.
Finally, I recall that in several science fiction novels there are created terms that would be the space age equivalent of “landlubber,” indicating with the same scorn someone who has not been off-planet. “Dirtgrubber” or something of the same ilk.
Any of my Vermont friends have any further insight on the use of “flatlander?” Any other terms that anyone can think of to fit into the same category as flatlander and landlubber?