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Sense Memory

It’s funny, the feelings and memories that are stirred by the most innocuous of things. The way the brain makes associations is indeed quite peculiar. The fact that a certain smell can remind us of a place or a time gone by is truly quite remarkable and even bizarre. I always notice it in smells, which is why I mention that specifically, but I associate sounds and even sights with completely unrelated things as well.

Perhaps the best example of sensory association that I can come up with actually happened somewhat recently. Over last summer, I went bowling. As I was descending the escalator to the alley, I smelled something…odd. Something not quite familiar to a normal trip to the Texas Station bowling alley. Something had immediately brought me back to my childhood, to my summers spent in a daycare summer camp. I can’t even tell you what the smell was that brought such a strong memory on, but it was there. Suddenly I was recalling the minutiae of minor events over ten years prior.

When we – my dad was with me – reached the bowling alley itself, and I looked out over the lanes…there it was. There was a group of kids from a daycare summer camp. I was stunned. I still couldn’t – and never would – place the actual smell itself that took me back to such a fond memory, but there it was, right in front of my eyes. My brain automatically knew exactly what was at the bottom of that escalator with just the faintest of smells. Insane — even for someone with my excellent memory. I’m not even bragging really; my memory creeps me out big time.

Sounds, music especially, can bring about the same reaction in me. I will never hear an Owl City song without thinking of a wonderful summer and the tremendous heartbreak that followed. Tenacious D will never come out of my headphones without reminding me of beating Final Fantasy IX with Wonderboy and Tribute on repeat. Happy Campers will never reach my ears without reminding me of how I found my way into a world of punk music. Every artist has a story to me. Every song a different meaning.

Why am I writing this now? Unrequited love. When I watched Arrested Development for the first time, I had a huge crush on a gorgeous latina girl. She was my best friend for a time, though we haven’t spoken in a year now. Hearing the last conversation between Michael and Marta, when Marta is trying desperately to tell Michael how she feels and Michael completely misses the point, is what finally brought those memories back to life. It wasn’t that I had associated the episode itself with her, I had associated that moment, that specific conversation with her. That whole memory was firmly buried until I heard that exact sequence of words. I was reminded of so many similar conversations, with us both feeling the same thing and completely not realizing it about the other. When I watched that episode the first time, I had immediately tied all of my conversations with her to that one conversation between those two. Aside from the fact that I couldn’t help sympathizing with Michael, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself either. Talk about a huge mistake…

A wealth of feelings can come storming over me as if I was the Gulf of Mexico in August at the vaguest of reminders. Simple association. Much less simple emotion. Crazy.


Defining Momentum

Momentum is a difficult thing to really quantify in sports. Does it really exist? Does it have a tangible effect on a game? How would you even approach addressing this issue?

I will make no attempt to address the other sports in this post. This is just a post about the NHL. For the record, I don’t think momentum exists in baseball aside from, perhaps, a minor boost in confidence when things are going well. Having confidence can influence your play in a positive way, I suppose. That is probably the only way momentum really shows itself in baseball. What about hockey though?

Announcers and commentators league-wide use momentum as a talking point without ever addressing how one can attain momentum or how to sustain it or how it really affects play. Again, aside from the small boosts in play gained by confidence, I definitely DO NOT think momentum exists on a game by game basis. Individual games are a different beast entirely.

One of the coolest things to watch in hockey is the snowball-effect of a team that has momentum and is just pouring it on the opposing team. There is almost a knowledge that you’re watching something special when it happens. Sometimes momentum only lasts a shift or two shifts, but every time you have it, it probably has a deeper impact on the game than just that shift. That impact isn’t really quantifiable, but it exists; that impact will be addressed shortly.

One of the most obvious ways to gain momentum is the tremendous power play. Here is a perfect example, illustrated by the Sedins and the Vancouver Canucks.

Now, the obvious, immediate result was a goal. However, look beyond that. This is where it isn’t quantifiable and where you get off into tangential ideas, but you’d be hard pressed to convince me that fatigue doesn’t play a role for the entirety of the rest of the game, or at the very least for the rest of the period. That is an absolute beast of a shift by the PK unit of the Oilers. The Oilers went on to lose that game 4-1.

Jarret Stoll, Sheldon Souray, Marty Reasoner, and Matt Greene were the four men on the ice for the duration of that kill. Stoll did manage to pick up an assist on a goal later in that game, but the rest weren’t heard from. Souray ended up collecting two minor penalties before, essentially, being tossed out of the game with 11:14 left to play. Reasoner isn’t really worth noting as he only had nine minutes of ice time in the game (nearly a third of it on ONE SHIFT), but Greene was on the ice for a power play goal against just over two minutes later.

You don’t need to be an athlete to know how hard it is to recover after you’ve pushed yourself really hard and perhaps too far. At most, the two minutes of game time that elapsed between the goals took up five minutes, maybe seven with a commercial break. I know when I’ve pushed myself too far running, I don’t move the same even though I can technically still move around and drudge on. I certainly don’t feel the same. Then there’s the fact that none of them were heard from at all later in the game. For Greene, I suppose that’s a good thing as being heard from usually means he’s making a bonehead mistake or bleeding profusely OUT OF HIS FACE. For Stoll and Souray, not so much.

Stoll really shouldn’t be included, I suppose, as his shorthanded assist was essentially his goal. He created a breakaway and left Cogliano with a wide-open net. Still, it was on a breakdown by the Canucks, not some tremendously heavy cycle shift or a booming slapshot from the point like Stoll is noted for. Good hard work, yes. A testament to a wealth of remaining stamina…no. The Oilers created absolutely very little for the rest of that game, and two of their better offensive players in Stoll and Souray were either average or non-existent. Souray picked up 14 of his 36 penalty minutes on the entire season in the third period of that game. He’s not a Lady Byng winner by any stretch, but it’s not hard to point to fatigue being a factor in his penalties.

Still, this is flimsy. I recognize this. It’s completely anecdotal evidence and I really have nothing concrete. I believe it, but you don’t have to. My final point is a little more solid, though the actual effect is difficult to gauge.

When a team can put together even one good shift that involves holding the puck in deep in the opposing zone, it can at least temporarily swing the game around. Even if the defending team manages to work the puck out of the zone, they are either gassed or literally at the end of a shift. They dump the puck in, and the attacking team can regroup while the defending team changes lines. The new line starts their shift on the defensive. This is when you start to get that train-effect. This is how comebacks are created.

There is a feeling of inevitability when you start stringing similar shifts together. Anyone that has seen an epic comeback, like the one previously linked, knows exactly what I’m talking about. You start winning faceoffs, the other team is tired (common perception is that defense is more tiring than offense), and the chances just keep coming. It doesn’t only happen in comebacks, it’s just more noticeable when they happen in such a fashion.

I do not really believe in the mental aspect of momentum. That is an idea that I really wish to dispel, I guess. That’s where announcers point to and it irritates me. Yes, I mentioned having a “knowledge” that good things were coming, but it’s more of a fan-feeling than a player-feeling, I think. The real effect of momentum is more obvious and yet somehow overlooked at the same time. It’s fatigue. That’s why getting the “momentum” or “flow” going your way early in a game is so critical, and it’s why the first goal is so important. It’s not really a mental thing, although I’m sure that exists in some small amount. It’s the physical. It’s being put back on your heels, playing tense hockey, and coming out on the short end of the stick.

If you were going to define momentum, I think the latter point is what I’d more readily look at. You could probably compare it to field position in football, but it’s probably easier to overcome field position than it is to overcome constantly being on the defensive. While I certainly do not think momentum exists from game to game, I don’t think you can really deny that it exists within a game.

The Widening Gyre

I come bearing gifts.  I own, in my possession, the rare ability to think without clarity, realize it, and act on it anyway.  My gift to you, ideally you actually exist, is the ability to express my lack of clarity articulately and with alacrity.  I also like hockey, and will talk about that when the situation calls for it (probably more often than my alarmingly unalarming life, actually).


As a gift to me, I give myself this blog.  I need to broaden my horizons, and more importantly I need to write.  At one time, in the long long ago (5 years ago), in the far far away (the bedroom down the hall that used to be mine), I wanted to be a writer.  I even wrote somewhat regularly.  I don’t know if I wrote well, but I wrote.  Now, I write about as often as the Chicago Cubs win playoff games.  P.S. I used to be a Cubs fan.  Now I hate baseball.  Weird, right?


As I said, ideally you are actually out there, existing, enjoying my blog, sharing my mind, and much more faux-poetic nonsense that I have to save for another time.  One can’t waste all of one’s F-material on an introduction post.  Hopefully, the general population of yous will grow over time and I will enjoy this writing thing and keep at it.  Occasionally, I have something worthwhile to say.  So stick around.  Or don’t.  Other blogs might have blackjack and hookers.