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L’hockey su ghiaccio è lo sport più hardcore cui io abbia mai assistito dal vivo. E considerando che ho visto calcio in differenti paesi, incluse Scozia, Inghilterra e Sardegna (la Torres promossa in C1 che entrava al suono dell’Aida era qualcosa di spettacolare, stress), it means a lot.
During the three-hour match in total between Jokerit Helsinki and Espoo Blues (60 minutes effectively divided into three periods of 20) Hartwall Arena in Helsinki, the big man on the field have been crushed ice for about 58 minutes actual second most, second less. Those extra two minutes, which I generously allocating the rest, however, take account of seconds that the pack has passed from player to player, of course, before arriving in the vicinity of the athletes (which, as can be imagined, is re-shoot all aggression hockey). The testosterone level is high, and breathe the smell of sweat and intimidation at any stop, and shoulder blow with a stick that players will exchange non-stop fighting on the pack (but not in the stands, where fans are conspicuously limp, at least compared to the beastly counterparts of football, which, even at ludicrous as those of Torres, where the "quirks" number in the hundreds, make the show worth).
hockey's all about the testosterone, beginning with fireworks in the entry field (speaker screaming Scattini NHL style and flare-ups including WWF). The level of male hormones, is so high, in fact, that seems almost paradoxical that occasionally erupt moments of a fight (which, in such a context, might almost seem like a script). On reflection, however, when devi pattinare, e pestare un altro, e usare la tecnica per controllare il pack, e mantenere un livello di aggressione (fisica e mentale) del genere per tre ore/venti minuti effettivi (più overtime più penalty shootouts), l’idea di perdere la calma un paio di volte non sembra poi così peregrina. Mia moglie perde spesso la calma con me (spesso più di due-tre volte in tre ore), e sono inesistente in ognuna delle attività menzionate sopra. 1
Come dicevo, l’hockey su ghiaccio è hardcore. 2 Talmente hardcore che riesce a fare diventare sostanzialmente eroico l’accompagnamento musicale, che in altri contesti sarebbe patetico o quantomeno fuori tempo massimo di almeno 20-25 anni.
Now, the thing you need to know is that during every moment of pause (which does not provide advertising, which is so well) it is virtually impossible to hear any kind of silence, drowned under the heavy blanket of commercials and rock by half a point 'n' roll with no apologies. In fact, if I closed my eyes at least once, I'm sure I would feel like the Dungeon of Southampton, a club that only played music for metalheads and indie-head (with results sometimes doubt). With one difference, however, that in the metal-club songs sounded more or less in their entirety (and Nirvana, even several times), and fill the silence up here at the exact second when the pack is put back into play. Imagine 15 seconds to play a metal song, and then having to stop with pinpoint accuracy, a floppy spring when the referee between two black Omoni armed with clubs, someone has to have the best job in the world nevrotizzante. 3
But I digress: during the match were played at least forty-fifty rock'n'roll songs in almost every possible variation, from a hi punk rock to metal to street to the "cheese" pure. Among the highlights, Girls, Girls, Girls (which appropriately also marked the entry of the pom pom girls: they could not miss, of course), You Shook Me All Night Long , Breaking the Law. Side , punk Blietzkrieg Bop, and even Come Out and Play , maybe I have not heard since '95.
And forget about evergreen, marveling as not, however, before Cotton Eye Joe of Rednexx, I had successfully removed (and which I did not feel the need)?
All songs (unless of course the choices objectively bizarre and indigestible, as something that Lil Wayne will not recognize a couple of techno and the aforementioned cazzatine Cotton Eye Joe ), which in other contexts would be considered distasteful and / or fennel and / or the devil (in music, to quote the Slayer), or at least that I regarded with suspicion and a minimum of smell under the nose instead of hockey arena work. Certainly make a better figure, alas, that rap junk that accompanied the revenue of the wrestlers and also that someone had the courage to build and sell a CD, I seem to remember.
But then, as I believe I have demonstrated, the hardcore hockey is: in what other sport gets longer the pause between the past and the other from 15 to 18 minutes for help to drink more beer? 4
Sometimes, this metal also gives some "thrill" unexpected: during the second and first dell'overtime penalty shootouts (for another run in a truly walking the home team, which has in fact - Deservedly - lost), 5 I realized to be announced probably the only one of 8,000 spectators (most likely about 3000, instead) you know that Wild apparently Jokerit of the anthem, was sampled by J Dilla. What can you do, the hardcore is still hardcore. 6
Notes
1. Fiercely non-existent, with regard to the speech of the crush, of course (even when it would take).
2. In the second interval, that between the second and third period, it's put away a motorcycle. How useful will ever in Finland, especially when we are out to 10 degrees below zero? I will never find out why the audience chose, much to the chagrin of the cheerleaders sitting on the bike, he can not hit the door 15 times from midfield in 20 seconds, but it remains the stuff of hard men.
3. Every time you performed this ritual, which takes place at the beginning with my great confusion, I think Banfi idiots.
4. And, coincidentally, more metal feel.
5. The evolution of the game was: the benefit of the owners, trimming Espoo Blues Espoo Blues of the advantage, balance of Jokerit to 6 seconds to go, extra time and penalties (two to zero for the Espoo Blues). Markers do not give anything to anyone, even if the only one I knew the name is such a Justin Forrest, presumably not related with the magician.
6. I think it's not a coincidence that the team has won more proletarian and then, somehow, more "metal".
During the three-hour match in total between Jokerit Helsinki and Espoo Blues (60 minutes effectively divided into three periods of 20) Hartwall Arena in Helsinki, the big man on the field have been crushed ice for about 58 minutes actual second most, second less. Those extra two minutes, which I generously allocating the rest, however, take account of seconds that the pack has passed from player to player, of course, before arriving in the vicinity of the athletes (which, as can be imagined, is re-shoot all aggression hockey). The testosterone level is high, and breathe the smell of sweat and intimidation at any stop, and shoulder blow with a stick that players will exchange non-stop fighting on the pack (but not in the stands, where fans are conspicuously limp, at least compared to the beastly counterparts of football, which, even at ludicrous as those of Torres, where the "quirks" number in the hundreds, make the show worth).
hockey's all about the testosterone, beginning with fireworks in the entry field (speaker screaming Scattini NHL style and flare-ups including WWF). The level of male hormones, is so high, in fact, that seems almost paradoxical that occasionally erupt moments of a fight (which, in such a context, might almost seem like a script). On reflection, however, when devi pattinare, e pestare un altro, e usare la tecnica per controllare il pack, e mantenere un livello di aggressione (fisica e mentale) del genere per tre ore/venti minuti effettivi (più overtime più penalty shootouts), l’idea di perdere la calma un paio di volte non sembra poi così peregrina. Mia moglie perde spesso la calma con me (spesso più di due-tre volte in tre ore), e sono inesistente in ognuna delle attività menzionate sopra. 1
Come dicevo, l’hockey su ghiaccio è hardcore. 2 Talmente hardcore che riesce a fare diventare sostanzialmente eroico l’accompagnamento musicale, che in altri contesti sarebbe patetico o quantomeno fuori tempo massimo di almeno 20-25 anni.
Now, the thing you need to know is that during every moment of pause (which does not provide advertising, which is so well) it is virtually impossible to hear any kind of silence, drowned under the heavy blanket of commercials and rock by half a point 'n' roll with no apologies. In fact, if I closed my eyes at least once, I'm sure I would feel like the Dungeon of Southampton, a club that only played music for metalheads and indie-head (with results sometimes doubt). With one difference, however, that in the metal-club songs sounded more or less in their entirety (and Nirvana, even several times), and fill the silence up here at the exact second when the pack is put back into play. Imagine 15 seconds to play a metal song, and then having to stop with pinpoint accuracy, a floppy spring when the referee between two black Omoni armed with clubs, someone has to have the best job in the world nevrotizzante. 3
But I digress: during the match were played at least forty-fifty rock'n'roll songs in almost every possible variation, from a hi punk rock to metal to street to the "cheese" pure. Among the highlights, Girls, Girls, Girls (which appropriately also marked the entry of the pom pom girls: they could not miss, of course), You Shook Me All Night Long , Breaking the Law. Side , punk Blietzkrieg Bop, and even Come Out and Play , maybe I have not heard since '95.
And forget about evergreen, marveling as not, however, before Cotton Eye Joe of Rednexx, I had successfully removed (and which I did not feel the need)?
All songs (unless of course the choices objectively bizarre and indigestible, as something that Lil Wayne will not recognize a couple of techno and the aforementioned cazzatine Cotton Eye Joe ), which in other contexts would be considered distasteful and / or fennel and / or the devil (in music, to quote the Slayer), or at least that I regarded with suspicion and a minimum of smell under the nose instead of hockey arena work. Certainly make a better figure, alas, that rap junk that accompanied the revenue of the wrestlers and also that someone had the courage to build and sell a CD, I seem to remember.
But then, as I believe I have demonstrated, the hardcore hockey is: in what other sport gets longer the pause between the past and the other from 15 to 18 minutes for help to drink more beer? 4
Sometimes, this metal also gives some "thrill" unexpected: during the second and first dell'overtime penalty shootouts (for another run in a truly walking the home team, which has in fact - Deservedly - lost), 5 I realized to be announced probably the only one of 8,000 spectators (most likely about 3000, instead) you know that Wild apparently Jokerit of the anthem, was sampled by J Dilla. What can you do, the hardcore is still hardcore. 6
Notes
1. Fiercely non-existent, with regard to the speech of the crush, of course (even when it would take).
2. In the second interval, that between the second and third period, it's put away a motorcycle. How useful will ever in Finland, especially when we are out to 10 degrees below zero? I will never find out why the audience chose, much to the chagrin of the cheerleaders sitting on the bike, he can not hit the door 15 times from midfield in 20 seconds, but it remains the stuff of hard men.
3. Every time you performed this ritual, which takes place at the beginning with my great confusion, I think Banfi idiots.
4. And, coincidentally, more metal feel.
5. The evolution of the game was: the benefit of the owners, trimming Espoo Blues Espoo Blues of the advantage, balance of Jokerit to 6 seconds to go, extra time and penalties (two to zero for the Espoo Blues). Markers do not give anything to anyone, even if the only one I knew the name is such a Justin Forrest, presumably not related with the magician.
6. I think it's not a coincidence that the team has won more proletarian and then, somehow, more "metal".
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