When Paul Szczechura re-signed with Tampa this week, there were Twitter jokes about fighting to learn how to spell and pronounce his name. (We’d figured that out a while ago. He was there with Steve Stirling, wasn’t he?) It reminded me of working the high schools desk a few years ago. A family friend has a similar last name, lots of consonants in a row. Her daughter had a big day for one of the local softball teams. They called it in, and I took the game. “You need me to spell that?” asked the woman calling in the game. “Nope,” I said with a laugh, “actually got it.”
I woke up the next morning to find that I’d spelled her first name wrong.
Loud cursing ensued.
Anyway.
CapGeek has details on the Islanders’ qualifying-offer contracts (Szczechura’s as well), along with a fancy upgraded Cap Calculator.
Edit: Forgot: Bruno Gervais on Twitter, and apparently he means it this time.
Fun without Babelfish: Was led to peruse the spam-filtered comments today, finding one that shouldn’t have been there; apologies to John, whose comment is now on the Smith post, and which just goes to show you: If your comment doesn’t show up within a day or two, e-mail me. Hate this comment-approval thing.
Wait; there was a point. Sort of.
While going through the filtered, one jumped out, attached to links for free pharmaceuticals or something of the sort: “I am final, I am sorry, but it at all does not approach me. Who else, what can prompt?” It ain’t English, but it’s almost poetry. (“Almost.”)
And actor James Gammon died Saturday. God tried to promote him earlier, but he had a guy on the other line about some whitewalls. RIP.