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Tuesday, July 18, 2021

island fever
Some advice to the sound guys at Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum: Make sure they have that copy of David Lee Roth’s “Goin’ Crazy (From the Heat)” ready to play, and play often.

Because it’s going to serve as the perfect excuse soundtrack for what’s already shaping up to be a laughingstock trainwreck of a season for the New York Islanders, months before the first NHL puck drops. I mean, how else to explain today’s mind-boggling decision by team owner Charles Wang to fire newly-minted General Manager Neil Smith, and replace him with just-retired journeyman goalie Garth Snow?

I can only conclude that this week’s heat wave took its toll on Uniondale. Consider it an object lesson: If you don’t keep hydrated, you wind up doing crazy things.

Pat LaFontaine is making sure he gets plenty of fluids, though. Shortly after this debacle went down, LaFontaine resigned his senior advisory position with the team, adding to the carnival atmosphere.

Ditch an experienced GM, who has a Stanley Cup on his resume, and swap in a goalie best known for putting popsicle sticks under his pads to make himself bigger in the net? Yeah, the fans in Long Island can look forward to a hell of a ride this season. Just when they thought the hurting was over with the end of the Mike Milbury regime…

What’s next? Firing Ted Nolan ten games into the season, and making Alexei Yashin the team’s player/head coach?

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 07/18/2006 11:41:44 PM
Category: Hockey
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So, so many indicators this morning have been telling me that I should have stayed in bed:

1. I woke up late. The alarm conked out for the first time in ages, perhaps due to the oppressive heatwave the whole country’s experiencing. (Not that I’m complaining about that — I love the heat!)

2. I caught a later train — no big deal. But then, I couldn’t ride on my connecting line because of a power failure on the tracks. So I had to get back on my original train (a few minutes later), get off a couple of block away from the office, and walk the rest of the way — with the sun already high in the sky and beating down 95 degrees. (Okay, now I’m complaining.)

By this stage, I was expecting to arrive at my office building to find all the elevators to be out of service. Somehow, that roadblock didn’t materialize. But I did arrive at my desk with a damp shirt, and probably five pounds lighter, from all the humidity I waded through.

3. The office network is crawling along at a hideously slow pace. Accessing anything — remote files, Internet, email — feels like pushing through margarine. And there’s a possibility that my upcoming conference call — which is the only thing keeping me from leaving — will be unable to go through, as another victim of this technical snafu. (No confirmation, but I’m betting the damnable heat has something to do with this, too.)

All told, none of this is frazzling me much; there’s always bits and pieces of offline stuff I can do, and there’s always tomorrow. That said: How many more signs do I need? I’m plenty busy, but I can’t do much if the equipment isn’t cooperating. All signs point toward an early afternoon departure.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 07/18/2006 01:14:04 PM
Category: New Yorkin'
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