Prophet of Mike Zagurski

You were king of message board you say. It's going to be hard for you take over this one, good luck. My review of WM 21. Since I was there live, I may be a bit biased. I think it blows away WM I, WM II, IV-IX, and few others. Every match had to have at 10 to 15 stars....Well, I'll continue later.

Yeah I could write more about New Orleans but I want to take a slight break from it because this happen. I played roller hockey on Mother’s Day. I woke up groggy because I was up till about 1 o’ clock in the morning. I guess in the back of my mind, I figured I may get another assist or block a shot or something. I probably wouldn’t score another goal in my life because I’ve missed so many rebounds and I haven’t played hard enough. I was the first person to arrive in our locker room and I was the second person on my team on the rink. I started shooting pucks from different angles at the net. I was getting most of them in. My teammate Ray told me to stay in front of the net and deflect pucks into the net. “Who cares”, I thought. It is not going to happen this way. We were playing a tough team. They were higher in the standing than us. They had some good defensemen and it was going to be a tough game with our depleted roster. I was playing badly and almost running into my teammates. I should have seen it coming. Usually when I’m playing my worst, good things do happen. I stood towards the right of the opposing goalie during the second period. We tied 3-3 and the time was winding down. Chris had a hat trick and no one else was scoring. It’s weird that when I was coached in high school I was told to do the same thing. I would stand and screen the goalie and collect any rebounds. I had scored previously off my skate with a random team in Upland but I didn’t consider that my first goal. I scored with Snipers before a lot of bad stuff happened and that was my first goal. I had been with this team for three seasons and this was the season I was showing signs of life. I was getting assists and making plays and feeling good about myself. It was Mother’s Day and I was at the right of the goalie. I was looking for the pass and I got it. I couldn’t react to it till passed the goal line. I couldn’t believe it. I had done it for a third time and it was sweet. I raised my hands in the air and tried to do a little jump. My teammates on the floor embraced me and a couple of the player on the bench congratulated me. I felt great that I had accomplished something that I hadn’t been able to in three seasons. The Average Joes scored again in third period. What was running in the back of my mind was when am I going to score again? I mean, come on. I am an American and I want more, more, more. I saw Ray taking a slapshot. It rebounded and came to stick. Without hesitation I used a quick wrist shot and put the puck over the pad of the goalie and scored again. The only way I could react to that was, “What the ….” Ray came over and gave a bear hug. Suddenly, with about seven minutes left, it was not about scoring a goal but about getting a hat trick. I didn’t get that hat trick but I would have never imagined scoring two goals in a season, let alone the same day. I was the last one on my team to score. We lost 7-5. I was congratulated by both teams after the game was over and I can’t wait for next Sunday.

I know I should have written this sooner. I have a lot of catching up to do. Obviously a lot has been going on in the world. I'll start here and hopefully catch up later on other stuff I want to blog about. One last thing before I begin, I am starting to really hate MySpace. I've been getting spam everyday now. Last semester my American Marketing Association class worked on a case study. The case study was about bringing back people to New Orleans. The American Marketing Association chapters who worked on the case, among those who didn't, had the opportunity to go the AMA Collegiate Conference in New Orleans. It was a cool oportunity because we spent an entire researching New Orleans. So let's fast foward to the last week of March. The conference was going to be from March. The conference lasted from Thursday to Saturday. We were going to arrive on Wednesday and leave on Monday, that way we could see parts of New Orleans. Wednesday: We had to fly out of LAX 6 o' clock in the morning. Which meant I would have to be on the road at 3 o' clock in the morning. I told my dad (the VanMan) that he would have to take me to LAX in the morning. My advisor at school thought I was abusing him. But I figured he would be okay doing it cause usually wakes up that early in order to make it Anaheim by 5AM. So we are on the road and there is no traffic. Sweet. We make it to LAX by 4AM. I don't see anyone else from my group. I think to myself, not only did I travel farther than anyone else in my group, I made it before them. The problem with arriving super early is that no one is at the airport. It's quiet and the customer service and the security people are starting to arrive. Soon lines start to form and at least I'm early, so I'm in front. When I'm in the security, I see two members in my group who were in a different security line. Because the security flipped the line around, they ended up way behind me. The fourth member of my group called me. He was just arriving to airport at 5AM. However he was lucky enough to put into another security line and he was at the waiting area rather quickly. We'll I spent the first post on LA, so now let's arrive to New Orleans. Wednesday (cont): The cheapest deal we could find for a flight had layover in Denver. I start thinking to myself, I wonder if it's going to start snowing a lot. It didn't. The ground was dry and the brush near the air brown... I forgot about the crazy lady. We were all waiting in the terminal for our plane to come to the gate. There was another flight to Orlando that was about to leave and what happened next was a like a scene from Home Alone. This lady with her accent was yelling for them to stop the plane. At same time, she was pushing her little daughter and yell for someone else. The flight attendants told her to be quiet and the plane isn't going to leave if she calms down. Eventually they let her on. After the door is shut, the flight attendant says to people in the lounge, "This is an airport. This isn't a hospital." We all laughed . We arrive at New Orleans International Airport around 1 o' clock their time. We grab our baggage and head to the shuttle. All of us are hungry and tired because the airlines refuse to feed anyone who doesn't have money (only assuming 1st class got fed.) We got on a crowded Enterprise shuttle withh a group of volunteers who were going to help rebuild New Orleans. When we got out of the shuttle, it hit me. It was humid as hell over their. It must have been 70 degrees with 80 percent humidity. We drive to the hotel. In order to get there, we take the 10 East (just like home). Our hotel where we were staying at and where the conference was taking place was in the French Quarter.The exit that we took to get to the hotel went past the Superdome and the City Hall. For the most part, the French Quarter looks great. You wouldn't have been able to tell that a mojor catastrophe had hit New Orleans. We dump our stuff in the hotel and go out to Canal Street which is in fron to the hotel. We're hungry. Obviously, us being strangers in a strange land, we don't know where to eat. In the back of my mind I'm thinking that we should have spicy Cajun food. Instead of asking the front desk where to eat, we walk east of the hotel for several blocks on Canal St. Canal Street is a long avenue, which was under reconstruction. The city was adding large palm trees to sidewalks and also adding more sidewalks to roads. We walked about a half a mile, passing a Walgreens, a Chinese restaurant, some abandoned buildings, and several shoe stores, till we turned around and went back to the hotel. On our way back, we went to Walgreens and picked up water, Dr. Pepper, and a map of New Orleans. .............................................................................................. Bourbon St. is different in the day time than it is at night. It was around 5' o clock when we went up Bourbon Street. The Street is made up bar, strip club, bar, bar, strip club, and so on and so forth. It goes on for several blocks like this as a one way street and then it turns in to residential. Because the rest of 1,200 students hadn't arrived for the conference, the Street was quiet. We stopped at a restaurant on the Street of which name I cannot recall. It was an opened air restaurant where the pigeons would come in and peck at table scraps. On the menu were Cajun foods like jambalaya and bread pudding. What was really interesting is that the specialty drink in New Orleans is the Hurricane. After we ate, we saw more of the Street and then headed back to hotel room. We were tired. ............................................................................................... I went out with David around 8 o' clock. I was bored in the hotel because they didn't have ESPNews or any hockey on. Also, I wanted to buy souvenirs for the family. We went to the Street and it wasn't as wild as it was going to get. There were men on the streets advertising strip clubs and bars. We were trying to avoid them while my friend was taking lots of pictures of the architecture. We left the Street and went towards the riverfront. On our way there, we saw psychics, the homeless ("Please don't take any pictures of me." "I'm sorry didn't mean to scare you."), and this guy playing the wind harmonica. When we made it to the riverfront, it was beautiful. Later that night David and I went shopping in one of the overpriced shops in New Orleans. (Yes, the French Quarter is full of these souvenir shops that sell the same stuff.) I bought Mighty Ducks beads. For 8 dollars a necklace, you could wear your favorite sports team around you neck. We walked around some more and then went back to the hotel room. Thursday My roommate slept for about twelve hours straight. I woke up and played my PSP. The conference would officially kick off in the evening but we had most of the day to ourselves. The group decided we should go to Baton Rouge. So we hopped on the 10 Freeway heading west to Baton Rouge. It took us an hour to get there. When we arrived, we were hungry and we didn't know where the Capital Building was. We ate at Sonics and then I called the VanMan because he knows how to use Google. "Where is the capital?" "It's in Baton Rouge." "I know that but where specifically is the building? You know, like an address." He eventually gives me a street and then we eventually find it. I don't remember much about going to Sacramento and seeing our Capital Building but ours is bigger than theirs. On the steps leading up to the building, there are the names of every state that entered the Union in order. We enter and find out that there is an observation tower on the 27th floor. We explore the bottom floors and visit the Legislative Chamber. It looks the like the US Capitol chamber except it is smaller. The group heads up to the top. We have to take two elevators in order to get there. The view from the top was breathe taking. The AMA members saw the Mississippi River and the other things surrounding the Capitol Building. After that, the group went to this old armory on the Capital groups. It was boring because 1) It was historical. 2) The cannons weren't working. There was a casino nearby and I cannot confirm that anyone gambled. The casino staff was rude to me. We headed back home. I'm used to California freeways. In most parts of California, they are densely populated, so by the freeways, you see houses or businesses. On our way to and from Baton Rouge, there was foliage and water. It was boring to look at it. We get back to the hotel and it is starting to fill with college kids. I go and crash in the room. Finally, the Conference is going to start.

I don't post here that often. I am more of an observer. Instead of actually debating people, I've decide to create this blog, I can post stuff about sports and life. Why? Because everyone else is doing it. Up next: New Orleans Story: The Unfinished Story

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Who said Khali would beat Cena? I would take Cena in that fight.

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I just had a thought. I can't wait for the Undertaker to heal because when he comes back, he'll be Bikertaker part 2. I had another really radical idea but somewhat practical idea. The WWE needs to lure Brock Lesnar back and he can wrestle Batista.

Hey maybe Smackdown can have a battle royal and Kurt Angle can win it... Sucks for Taker because him and Batista have had a couple of great matches. Booker is injured, right? So, can't put the belt on him. Well, let's see: Batista (most likely to win it) Kennedy (has an outside chance) Benoit (Current US champ, ain't going to happen) Finlay (not going to happen) Edge should move to Smackdown since the Khali/Cena program started. HBK and Orton can have a one sided feud.

Why did she bring up the Chicago Bears' QB? What does that have to do with wrestling? QFT = Quoted for truth.

I know he won the Cup in Colorado with Joe Sakic, Patrick Roy, Peter Forsberg, and Adam Deadmarsh. Plus, if the Ducks win the Cup, it may light a fire under the Kings' management to stop rebuilding every three years. The Coyotes are going to be rebuilding this year and I can't wait to see what happends.

Because they traded Dan Cloutier to the Kings. It was nice to be at the Pond (Honda Center) and see Andy McDonald's Hat Trick.

EASTERN CONFERENCE New York Rangers in 6 Ottawa Senators in 5 WESTERN CONFERENCE Detroit Red Wings in 7 Anaheim Ducks in 6

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Didn't know about that. Thanks. I also forgot about the Rangers demolishing the Thrashers.

So if I get Game 5 tickets in Anaheim, I hope there is goalie fight. I fell asleep during the first two periods. I think this will be the last time we'll see Brzgalov during the playoffs. During the Wild's last goal, there was a Wild player laid out on the ice. He got up but they never showed what happened. Anyway, Calgary is leading so far as I type so no teams are sweeping in the first round.

Aeris dies!!!! Oh no. I can't keep playing anymore. Why did you do this Square? I haven't been this upset since SNK keeps trying to kill of Geese.

Give Luongo the Conn Smythe Trophy now.

I fell asleep during the 1st overtime. Ducks won though. I'm waiting for Turco to colapse again.

Vic.

Since this was a prediction thread, I'm bumping it.

Yeah, I have trouble saying the Kings are a playoff team also. Detroit Red Wings in 6 Nashville Predators in 7 Vancouver Canucks in 5 Anaheim in 6 Buffalo Sabres in 6 Pittsburgh Penguins in 7 New York Rangers in 7 Tampa Bay Lightning in 6 Eastern Conference Finalists: Western Conference Finalists: Stanley Cup Champions: Anaheim Conn Smythe Trophy Winner: Scott Neidermeyer

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