Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Shootout Specialists

A gunslinger position has been created in the new NHL.
Ottawa Senators head coach Bryan Murray raised some eyebrows during the weekend when he sat his three star forwards during a shootout.

With Daniel Alfredsson, Dany Heatley and Jason Spezza on the bench Saturday while visiting the Canadiens, Antoine Vermette and Mike Fisher scored in the shootout to give Ottawa the win. Checker Dean McAmmond would have been the third shooter if needed.

Confused? Don't be.

"It's a different skill," Dallas winger Jussi Jokinen said. "You don't have to be a 40- or 50-goal scorer to be good at shootouts."

The 23-year-old Finn is the NHL's shootout king. Going into last night's game in San Jose, Jokinen had 11 shootout goals in 14 attempts since the new format was added last season - only seven short of his 18 career regulation-time goals.

He's a specialist. Like a left-handed reliever in baseball or a third-down back in football, he's found his niche in hockey.
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Here's Jussi doing his thing as the...

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4 comments:

Julian said...

Hey, unrelated, but....

(I think....) you posted the Dale Hawerchuk song a while back and wondered about what the lyrics were... I'd been wanting to see that video, so thanks, and here's the translation my girlfriend sent me :

Dale Hawerchuk

J'allume ma dernière cigarette
J'débouche ma dernière bière tablette
J'fais jamais de jokes avec les tapettes
Mais j'avoue j'ris des grosses femmes laides


I'm lighting my last cigarette
I'm opening my last beer cap
I never joke about fags
But I admit I laugh at fat ugly women.




Fortin à gauche, Langevin à droite
Esti que c'est beau une passe su à palette
Si j'me ramasse tout seul devant l'net
J'te jure m'a te la crisser top net

Fortin on the left, Langevin on the right
What a beautiful a pass
And I'm left all alone in front of the net
I swear I'm going to put it in



Car je ne suis plus Sylvain Séguin
Moi, je suis Dale Hawerchuk

Because I'm no longer Sylvain Seguin (that's the real name of the guy in the band who wrote

hte lyrics)
I'm Dale Hawerchuk


Je cherche pas l'amour
Je cherche les caresses
Je cherche une femme avec des belles fesses
Juste pour une nuite pis fuck le reste
Moé j'suis sans soucis, j'suis sans finesse
Une game de hockey avec les chumés
La gang qui m'invite en tournée
Une belle femme qui viens d'me regarder
Depuis j'suis Dale j'me laisse aller car
Car je ne suis plus Sylvain Séguin
Moi, je suis Dale Hawerchuk

I'm not looking for love
I'm looking for embraces
I'm looking for a woman with a nice ass
Just for a night, then fuck the rest
I'm without worry, without finesse
A hockey game with the guys
The band who invites me on tour
A pretty woman who looks at me
Since I'm Dale I've let myself go
Cause I'm no longer Sylvain Seguin
I am Dale Hawerchuk




J'pend pu ma carte pour les emplettes
J'va jouer dehors même si y fait frette
J't'ai rendu chum avec Ginette
J'suis rendu clean, rendu correct
Pierre met du Beatles dans l'getto
Y regarde dehors, y fait pas beau
En face, y'a une grosse tour à bureau
Ça d'l'air qu'y'a une osti de vue d'en haut
Vu qu'on n'est pas tout des Séguins
On est les Dales Hawerchuk

I shop on credit (?)
I'll play outside even if it's cold
I'm friends with Ginette now
I'm clean and fair
Pierre puts Beatles on
He looks outside, it's not nice
In front there's a big office tower
That looks like crap
We're not all Seguins anymore
We're all Dales Hawerchuk

oddmanrush said...

Julian, thanks. I love the song even more now that I know the lyrics.

For anyone interested:

http://oddmanrush.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-my-hockey-mtv.html

Gary said...

actually, dean mccamond did take a shot on Huet on Saturday night but Huet made the save.

Check out hockey-recap.com for daily hockey stat information. its like candy for the hockey fan.

DanW said...

Correction on the lyrics: (I am fluent in both French and English)

J'allume ma dernière cigarette
J'débouche ma dernière bière tablette
J'fais jamais de jokes avec les tapettes
Mais j'avoue j'ris des grosses femmes laides


I'm lighting my last cigarette
I'm opening my last warm beer
I never joke with fags
But I admit I laugh at fat ugly women.




Fortin à gauche, Langevin à droite
Esti que c'est beau une passe su à palette
Si j'me ramasse tout seul devant l'net
J'te jure m'a te la crisser top net

Fortin on the left, Langevin on the right
What a beautiful a pass
And I'm left all alone in front of the net
I swear I'm going to put it in



Car je ne suis plus Sylvain Séguin
Moi, je suis Dale Hawerchuk

Because I'm no longer Sylvain Seguin (that's the real name of the guy in the band who wrote the lyrics)
I'm Dale Hawerchuk


Je cherche pas l'amour
Je cherche les caresses
Je cherche une femme avec des belles fesses
Juste pour une nuite pis fuck le reste
Moé j'suis sans soucis, j'suis sans finesse
Une game de hockey avec les chumés
La gang qui m'invite en tournée
Une belle femme qui viens d'me regarder
Depuis j'suis Dale j'me laisse aller car
Car je ne suis plus Sylvain Séguin
Moi, je suis Dale Hawerchuk

I'm not looking for love
I'm looking for embraces
I'm looking for a woman with a nice ass
Just for a night, then fuck it
I'm without worry, without finesse
A hockey game with the guys
The guys pay me a round
A pretty woman who looks at me
Since I'm Dale I'm not holding myself back
Cause I'm no longer Sylvain Seguin
I am Dale Hawerchuk




J'pend pu ma carte pour les emplettes
J'va jouer dehors même si y fait frette
J't'ai rendu chum avec Ginette
J'suis rendu clean, rendu correct
Pierre met du Beatles dans l'getto
Y regarde dehors, y fait pas beau
En face, y'a une grosse tour à bureau
Ça d'l'air qu'y'a une osti de vue d'en haut
Vu qu'on n'est pas tout des Séguins
On est les Dales Hawerchuk

I don't need my credit card to buy groceries anymore
I'll play outside even if it's cold
I'm friends with Ginette (Ginette Reno) now
I'm clean and nice
Pierre puts Beatles on
He looks outside, it's not nice
In front there's a big office tower
Looks like it has a hell of a view from up there
We're not all Seguins anymore
We're all Dales Hawerchuk