Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy write for them.
I (heartless) New York Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? Isn't that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with the most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive zone:
"You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these (bleepers)."
"Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, he didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
'GET OVER IT'
"Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone identified only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin so fired up."
"I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," chipped in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
"The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your salary? A cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
"Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. "You guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an article like you belong as a sportswriter."
"I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are not already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
"I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that piece of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. You are a dick, (bleep) you.
"P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable Ford Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some questionable directions from MapQuest.
2-STATE DETOUR
For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from Ottawa to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain "Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
"Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our ID.
"Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two hours, 56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens must frequent.
We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to DeWitt, N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
"This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on the road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
"JR" <n...@nospam.com> wrote in <fhDma.7071$mC1.2267...@twister.nyc.rr.com>:
>Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy >write for them.
Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports writers. Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut down the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not that talented.
>I (heartless) New York >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
>By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > Isn't >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with > the >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive >zone:
> "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these >(bleepers)."
> "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > he >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> 'GET OVER IT'
> "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > identified >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin >so fired up."
> "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > chipped >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > salary? A >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > "You >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > not >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > piece >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > Ford >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> 2-STATE DETOUR
> For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > Ottawa >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > ID.
> "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > hours, >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens >must frequent.
> We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > DeWitt, >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > the >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
-- "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein
> "JR" <n...@nospam.com> wrote in > <fhDma.7071$mC1.2267...@twister.nyc.rr.com>:
> >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- > >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is > >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look > >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy > >write for them.
> Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports writers. > Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut down > the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not > that talented.
> >I (heartless) New York > >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
> >By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> > UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of > >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> > I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > > Isn't > >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people > >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their > >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> > Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's > >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and > >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their > >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been > >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice > >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of > >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> > A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with > > the > >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive > >zone:
> > "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports > >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done > >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these > >(bleepers)."
> > "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > > he > >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe > >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. > >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb > >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> > 'GET OVER IT'
> > "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > > identified > >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons > >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself > >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin > >so fired up."
> > "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > > chipped > >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> > "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > > salary? A > >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole > >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot > >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > > "You > >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in > >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an > >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> > "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > > not > >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," > >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, > >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put > >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> > "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > > piece > >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve > >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six > >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. > >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> > "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and > >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> > The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > > Ford > >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some > >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> > 2-STATE DETOUR
> > For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > > Ottawa > >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at > >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were > >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain > >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling > >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a > >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> > There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it > >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> > "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > > ID.
> > "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> > Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > > hours, > >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the > >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion > >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to > >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also > >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad > >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for > >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens > >must frequent.
> > We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > > DeWitt, > >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get > >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in > >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> > "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > > the > >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> > Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> > We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
> -- > "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein
So wait a second. He's claiming that there are scores of Isles fans down here who are calling and emailing him to complain? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's REALLY funny.
For everyone's information, every one of the quotes (and names) in the below article was made up. This whole exercise was to a) get Ottawa's fans riled up over nothing, and b) inflate the importance of the Ottawa Sun. You can't find ten people on Long Island who could name Ottawa's newspaper, fewer who could name Don Brennan.
Yeah, this is a real quote. Someone on Long Island said this. "The Man is worth $90 million. What's your salary? A cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- > > >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is > > >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look > > >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy > > >write for them.
> > Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports writers. > > Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut > down > > the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not > > that talented.
> > >I (heartless) New York > > >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
> > >By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> > > UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of > > >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> > > I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > > > Isn't > > >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people > > >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their > > >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> > > Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's > > >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and > > >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their > > >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been > > >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice > > >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of > > >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> > > A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with > > > the > > >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive > > >zone:
> > > "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports > > >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done > > >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these > > >(bleepers)."
> > > "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > > > he > > >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe > > >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. > > >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb > > >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> > > 'GET OVER IT'
> > > "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > > > identified > > >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons > > >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself > > >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin > > >so fired up."
> > > "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > > > chipped > > >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> > > "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > > > salary? A > > >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole > > >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot > > >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > > "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > > > "You > > >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in > > >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an > > >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> > > "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > > > not > > >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," > > >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, > > >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put > > >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> > > "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > > > piece > > >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve > > >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six > > >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. > > >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> > > "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and > > >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> > > The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > > > Ford > > >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some > > >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> > > 2-STATE DETOUR
> > > For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > > > Ottawa > > >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at > > >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were > > >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain > > >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling > > >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a > > >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> > > There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it > > >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> > > "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > > > ID.
> > > "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> > > Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > > > hours, > > >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the > > >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion > > >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to > > >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also > > >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad > > >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for > > >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens > > >must frequent.
> > > We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > > > DeWitt, > > >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get > > >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in > > >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> > > "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > > > the > > >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> > > Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> > > We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
> > -- > > "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein
> So wait a second. He's claiming that there are scores of Isles fans down > here who are calling and emailing him to complain? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA > (gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's REALLY funny.
> For everyone's information, every one of the quotes (and names) in the below > article was made up. This whole exercise was to a) get Ottawa's fans riled > up over nothing, and b) inflate the importance of the Ottawa Sun. You can't > find ten people on Long Island who could name Ottawa's newspaper, fewer who > could name Don Brennan.
> Yeah, this is a real quote. Someone on Long Island said this. "The Man is > worth $90 million. What's your salary? A cup of soup and a kick in the ass? > You're more bitter about the whole Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? > Because he's got the hot girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says > on the ice."
> "JR" <n...@nospam.com> wrote: > > I'm assuming you haven't read some of this guy's other garbage from the > past > > week.
> > The problem I have with this guy is this:
> > Every single piece he's written is not at all objective.
> > Eevery single piece he's written, he makes it a point to ensure he's the > > focal point of the story.
> > The Sens, the Isles, and the playoffs -- they're secondary to him.
> > > >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- > > > >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is > > > >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers > look > > > >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy > > > >write for them.
> > > Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports > writers. > > > Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut > > down > > > the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not > > > that talented.
> > > >I (heartless) New York > > > >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
> > > >By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> > > > UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of > > > >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> > > > I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > > > > Isn't > > > >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people > > > >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their > > > >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> > > > Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's > > > >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and > > > >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their > > > >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been > > > >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice > > > >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of > > > >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> > > > A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting > with > > > > the > > > >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the > offensive > > > >zone:
> > > > "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports > > > >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done > > > >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these > > > >(bleepers)."
> > > > "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > > > > he > > > >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe > > > >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled > milk. > > > >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb > > > >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> > > > 'GET OVER IT'
> > > > "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > > > > identified > > > >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons > > > >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like > yourself > > > >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting > Yashin > > > >so fired up."
> > > > "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > > > > chipped > > > >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> > > > "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > > > > salary? A > > > >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole > > > >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot > > > >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > > > "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > > > > "You > > > >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in > > > >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write > an > > > >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> > > > "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > > > > not > > > >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," > > > >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, > > > >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put > > > >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> > > > "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > > > > piece > > > >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve > > > >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in > six > > > >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April > 20. > > > >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> > > > "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, > and > > > >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> > > > The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > > > > Ford > > > >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some > > > >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> > > > 2-STATE DETOUR
> > > > For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > > > > Ottawa > > > >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at > > > >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs > were > > > >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain > > > >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling > > > >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a > > > >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> > > > There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and > it > > > >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> > > > "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > > > > ID.
> > > > "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> > > > Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > > > > hours, > > > >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the > > > >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion > > > >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to > > > >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also > > > >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, > Brad > > > >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for > > > >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens > > > >must frequent.
> > > > We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > > > > DeWitt, > > > >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did > get > > > >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in > > > >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> > > > "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > > > > the > > > >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> > > > Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> > > > We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
> > > -- > > > "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert > Einstein
>From: "JR" n...@nospam.com >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- King >of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke!
I thought all of what he wrote was pretty much right on the money.
> "JR" <n...@nospam.com> wrote in > <fhDma.7071$mC1.2267...@twister.nyc.rr.com>:
> >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- > >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is > >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look > >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy > >write for them.
> Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports writers. > Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut down > the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not > that talented.
> >I (heartless) New York > >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
> >By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> > UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of > >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> > I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > > Isn't > >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people > >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their > >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> > Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's > >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and > >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their > >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been > >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice > >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of > >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> > A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with > > the > >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive > >zone:
> > "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports > >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done > >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these > >(bleepers)."
> > "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > > he > >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe > >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. > >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb > >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> > 'GET OVER IT'
> > "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > > identified > >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons > >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself > >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin > >so fired up."
> > "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > > chipped > >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> > "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > > salary? A > >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole > >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot > >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > > "You > >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in > >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an > >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> > "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > > not > >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," > >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, > >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put > >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> > "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > > piece > >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve > >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six > >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. > >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> > "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and > >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> > The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > > Ford > >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some > >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> > 2-STATE DETOUR
> > For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > > Ottawa > >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at > >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were > >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain > >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling > >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a > >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> > There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it > >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> > "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > > ID.
> > "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> > Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > > hours, > >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the > >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion > >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to > >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also > >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad > >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for > >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens > >must frequent.
> > We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > > DeWitt, > >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get > >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in > >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> > "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > > the > >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> > Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> > We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
> -- > "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein
> > >Here he is ladies and gentlemen -- your official Ottawa beat writer -- > > >King of all TOOLS and the true meaning of a gutless puke! This guy is > > >the biggest piece of shit -- he makes the National Enquirer writers look > > >legitimate! It's unbelievable to me that the Ottawa Sun let's this guy > > >write for them.
> > Most of what he 'wrote' was provided to him by NY fans and sports writers. > > Is it in poor taste to report what others have had to say? If so shut > down > > the news papers, TV, and radio. He's not making this stuff up, he's not > > that talented.
> > >I (heartless) New York > > >Extended trip to the Isle of outraged fans
> > >By DON BRENNAN -- Ottawa Sun
> > > UNIONDALE, N.Y. -- Hey, aren't New Yorkers supposed to be fond of > > >sportswriters? Isn't it true that Everybody Loves Raymond around here?
> > > I mean, Ray Barone lives in Long Island and works for Newsday, right? > > > Isn't > > >that the story-line of the best sitcom going? So shouldn't these people > > >appreciate a little humour mixed in with the accurate analysis on their > > >sports pages? Apparently, they do not.
> > > Long Islanders have reacted furiously to criticisms of Alexei Yashin's > > >moral fibre pertaining to his job from this corner in recent days, and > > >that's okay, because they're being passionate and sticking up for their > > >hero -- however misguided their worship is. But they have also been > > >pulling their hair out over playful little jabs about Yashin's off-ice > > >habits, too. To those, they have also responded with a number of > > >threatening telephone messages and dozens of hate e-mails.
> > > A sampling of the written barrage since the series began, starting with > > > the > > >most vulgar and working a cycle like the Senators would in the offensive > > >zone:
> > > "You're a (bleepin) dumbass Canuck mother(bleeper), (bleepin) sports > > >writer," offered Edward Hartnagel. "When the (bleep) have you done > > >anything on the ice? (Bleeper). Go Islanders. Go Yash. Show these > > >(bleepers)."
> > > "Why do you continue to hound this guy ... leave him alone, let it go, > > > he > > >didn't want to play there, that was years ago, drop it," wrote Giuseppe > > >Trapani. "All you damn Sens fans are the same, crying over spilled milk. > > >And if you do continue to publicly confront him with your dumb > > >questions, I hope he turns around and pounds you. You deserve it."
> > > 'GET OVER IT'
> > > "Yashin is an ISLANDER now, not a SENATOR," clarified someone > > > identified > > >only as Eggman. "Get over it you bitter little man. One of the reasons > > >the Senators will never win The Cup is so-called reporters like yourself > > >and the intense pressure you put on your team. Thanks for getting Yashin > > >so fired up."
> > > "I hope you will be travelling with your beloved Senators to LI," > > > chipped > > >in Dave, "because I do own a press pass and would love to meet you."
> > > "The Man is worth $90 million," wrote Gilles Paige. "What's your > > > salary? A > > >cup of soup and a kick in the ass? You're more bitter about the whole > > >Yashin scenario than anyone else. Why? Because he's got the hot > > >girlfriend, the bucks, and can back up what he says on the ice."
> > > "Enough with your embarrassing writing on Yashin," demanded Charlie. > > > "You > > >guys must really have nothing but time on your hands up there in > > >back-stabbing CANADA. Enjoy the country we protect and at least write an > > >article like you belong as a sportswriter."
> > > "I beg you to please arrange to begin seeing a therapist, if you are > > > not > > >already doing so, and if you are, please double your weekly sessions," > > >offered Bill Stattman. "Your obsession with Alexei Yashin's every word, > > >glance, meal and choice of company border on the psychotic. Please put > > >the voodoo dolls down and step away from the keyboard."
> > > "I'm glad you're stuck up in that God-forsaken, petty city with that > > > piece > > >of garbage exchange rate," wrote Anthony Lawrence Labadie. "You deserve > > >less up there. You jealous a--holes will be out (of the playoffs) in six > > >games. Have fun doing nothing but waiting for next season come April 20. > > >You are a dick, (bleep) you.
> > > "P.S.," he added, "come to New York for a game, to a SOLDOUT ARENA, and > > >again, (BLEEP) YOU!"
> > > The drive to the Island in one of National Car Rental's comfortable > > > Ford > > >Explorers yesterday took about nine hours, partly because of some > > >questionable directions from MapQuest.
> > > 2-STATE DETOUR
> > > For some reason, we were led through two other states -- going from > > > Ottawa > > >to New York to Pennsylvania to New Jersey back to New York -- but at > > >least we had some Canadian tunes (Blue Rodeo and Tragically Hip CDs were > > >provided by fellow Sun scribe C.J. Stevenson, while Le Droit's Sylvain > > >"Spell-Check" St-Laurent supplied M&Ms) and the knowledge that cooling > > >in the trunk was a case of Rolling Rock (minus one bottle following a > > >fumble by Sun photographer/bodyguard Errol "The Real Big E" McGihon).
> > > There was but a single car in the line ahead of us at the border and it > > >only took about 30 seconds to clear customs.
> > > "Tell them not to boo the anthem," one guard told the guy checking our > > > ID.
> > > "Wouldn't think of it," we told him back.
> > > Thanks to a nifty dashboard feature, we discovered it takes just two > > > hours, > > >56 minutes to make it from the corner of Woodroffe-Fallowfield to the > > >Syracuse Carrier Dome, home of the national basketball champion > > >Orangemen -- but we didn't stop for souvenirs because we didn't want to > > >be mistaken for the Islanders booster club or deer hunters. And it also > > >took just 3:49:37 to Binghamton -- a route guys like Brian Pothier, Brad > > >Smyth and Jason Spezza know all too well. Naturally, we stopped for > > >lunch at Grotta Azzurra in Bingo, a Main St. Italian place Baby Sens > > >must frequent.
> > > We almost wandered from Interstate 81 when the driver saw a sign to > > > DeWitt, > > >N.Y., and started thinking about Three's Company. But we finally did get > > >lost when MapQuest brought us to Mr. B's Minit Mart somewhere in > > >Pennsylvania, a stop that looks like it is used to helping strays.
> > > "This on-board computer is so good," C.J. told us when we were back on > > > the > > >road, "that it's saying we only have 31k until our next wrong turn."
> > > Alas, we drove straight to our final destination without any problems.
> > > We'll see what today brings in this hostile, enemy territory.
> > -- > > "Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Albert Einstein
