Andrew James Stewart Ference (born March 17, 1979) is a Canadian professional ice hockey defenceman for the Boston Bruins of the National Hockey League (NHL). He is an alternate captain for the Bruins during away games. Ference has also played for the Pittsburgh Penguins and Calgary Flames.
Ference began his hockey career in the Western Hockey League (WHL) with the Portland Winter Hawks. After two full seasons with the team, he was selected 208th overall by the Pittsburgh Penguins in the 1997 NHL Entry Draft. Ference played two more seasons with Portland and had a brief stint in the International Hockey League (IHL) with the Kansas City Blades before joining Pittsburgh in 1999.
After making his NHL debut on October 1, 1999, in a game against the Dallas Stars, Ference scored his first NHL goal a month later against the Nashville Predators on November 13, 1999. He split his rookie season between Pittsburgh and their American Hockey League (AHL) affiliate, the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins, finishing with 6 points (2 goals, 4 assists) in 30 NHL games and 28 points (8 goals, 20 assists) in 44 AHL games.
George Mark Paul Stroumboulopoulos (pronounced /strɒmbəˈlɒpələs/; born August 16, 1972) is a Canadian television and radio personality, best known as the host of CBC Television's George Stroumboulopoulos Tonight (formerly The Hour; a talk show about the world's current events) and being a VJ for Canadian music television channel MuchMusic. Stroumboulopoulos studied Radio Broadcasting at Toronto's Humber College.
He was born in Malton, Ontario, Canada, to a Greek father from Egypt and a Ukrainian mother who was also part Indian. He was raised in Toronto primarily by his mother, and a close-knit extended family.
In the second quarter of 1993, Stroumboulopoulos worked for a rock radio station in Kelowna, B.C., for a few months before getting a job offer at the Toronto radio station Fan 590 AM, working in talk radio for about four years before moving to MuchMusic.
From 2000–2004, Stroumboulopoulos worked at MuchMusic as producer and host of The Punk Show, then host of The NewMusic, MuchLOUD and MuchNews.
Ryan McDonagh (born June 13, 1989) is an American ice hockey defenseman with the New York Rangers of the National Hockey League. He played college hockey at University of Wisconsin–Madison.
He attended Cretin-Derham Hall High School in St. Paul, Minnesota where as a junior he helped lead his team to the school's first state hockey championship. The following season he was awarded the 2007 Minnesota Mr. Hockey award, which is given annually to the top senior high school hockey player in the state. He was drafted in the first round, 12th overall by the Montreal Canadiens on June 22, 2007, in the 2007 NHL Entry Draft. He also won a silver medal with Team USA at the 2007 IIHF World U18 Championships. He also represented the United States in the 2009 World Junior Ice Hockey Championships.
On June 30, 2009, his rights were traded along with Christopher Higgins, Pavel Valentenko, and Doug Janik to the New York Rangers for Scott Gomez, Tom Pyatt, and Michael Busto.
On July 6, 2010, he signed an entry-level contract with the New York Rangers, forgoing his senior season at Wisconsin and joining childhood friend and former Wisconsin teammate Derek Stepan with the Rangers. After beginning the 2010-11 season with the Hartford Wolfpack, he was promoted to the Rangers on January 3, 2011. He played his first NHL game for the Rangers against the Dallas Stars on January 7, 2011. He earned his first NHL point for the Rangers with an assist on a goal by Brandon Prust against the Carolina Hurricanes on January 20, 2011. On March 20, 2011, McDonagh was the victim of an elbow to the head from Pittsburgh Penguins forward Matt Cooke, who was subsequently suspended for the remainder of the regular season plus the first round of the Playoffs.
Francis Michael "King" Clancy (February 25, 1903 – November 10, 1986) was a Canadian professional ice hockey player, referee, coach and executive. Clancy played 16 seasons in the National Hockey League (NHL) for the Ottawa Senators and Toronto Maple Leafs. He was a member of three Stanley Cup championship teams and won All-Star honours. After he retired in 1937, he remained in hockey, becoming a coach for the Montreal Maroons. Clancy next worked as a referee for the NHL. He joined the Maple Leafs organization and worked in the organization as a coach and team executive until his death in 1986.
Clancy's nickname "King" originates from his father, who was the first 'King Clancy' and played football for Ottawa. At the time the football was not snapped as is done today, but was 'heeled' back from the line. Frank's father was very good at this and was named 'King of the Heelers' or 'King' for short. This nickname was eventually transferred to Frank.
Clancy played for junior teams in the Ottawa area and began his NHL career in his hometown playing for the Senators, where he would establish himself as among the league's top players and help the Senators to Stanley Cup wins in 1923 and 1927. Although he was one of the smallest defencemen of his era, he was tough and fast and would not back down. According to Brian McFarlane, it was said that King Clancy started a thousand fights and never won one.
Lee Stempniak (born February 4, 1983) is an American professional ice hockey player who currently plays in the NHL for the Calgary Flames. Stempniak graduated from St. Francis High School in Athol Springs, New York in 2001, and then played his college hockey at Dartmouth College.
Stempniak lived near an ice hockey rink where he knew the owner who let him practice whenever he could. After high school he wanted to continue to play hockey, but his parents wanted him to go to college. Stempniak went to the only college that showed interest in him, Dartmouth. At Dartmouth, he majored in economics. He became a top player for the ice hockey team. He was named a two-time All American and team captain.
Stempniak was drafted by the St. Louis Blues in the 2003 NHL Entry Draft in the 5th round (148th overall). He led the team in goals in his first full season (2006–07) with 27, while he was just 23 years of age. He and David Backes joined Jay McClement to form one of the NHL's youngest lines.
On November 24, 2008, Stempniak was traded by the Blues to the Toronto Maple Leafs for Alexander Steen and Carlo Colaiacovo. Stempniak wore number 12.
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You know you’ve got me here,
Trapped in mind,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me here,
Trapped inside,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me,
You know you’ve got me here.
What you think and what feel, is what will come to you,
Morphing into the physical world, projecting on the view,
Every thought will take on a form, intentions will be born,
The musings of a broken man will become the devils spawn,
It’s the artistry of paranoia, it’s the creativity of fear,
It’s the imagination of anxiety that makes demons appear,
Manifestations of the psyche, enemies self created,
The perils of the outer realm are the mind reflected,
We live in a prison made by self, run from a villain that’s inside,
Hide from a parasite in the mind, let denial make us blind,
Turn the mind against its self, make all the foes that we fight,
Give artillery to our destroyer, give power to our nemesis.
You know you’ve got me here,
Locked in mind,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me here,
Locked in mind,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me,
You know you’ve got me here,
Locked in physical,
Trapped in the self.
When fear reigns over the human mind, we perceive the world through tainted
eyes,
Observe the scenes in a wretched light, view the picture with tarnished
sight,
We make all the conflicts that we fight, invent all the threats that come
and blight,
Create the evil that comes to test, manifest our nemesis,
We build a fortress around the spirit, putting bars on consciousness,
Condemn the soul to the human shell and confine self to flesh and bone,
Think our self’s into a mental cage and become slaves to our thoughts,
Become trapped inside a matrix where reality distorts.
The eyes are afraid,
Afraid to see.
When the spirit becomes incarcerated,
The mind is the gate and fear is the keeper.
You know you’ve got me here,
Locked in mind,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me here,
Locked in mind,
Trapped in fear,
You know you’ve got me,
You know you’ve got me here.
Locked in physical,
Trapped in the self.
The eyes are afraid,
I can't remember my lines
Can't come up with a rhyme or even a reason
I know the face, I just can't erase
But I still can't place the name or the season
You say it's fine, keep your place in line
Keep biding your time but you talk in a vacuum
And you've been bought, I don't know what I want
But I know I don't want to be anything like you
All you bottom feeders and you smiling cheaters
You're a total blank and you're as funny as a bank
Not ready to drop, not ready to stop
Run away or compromise
I won't break down or go on the take now
You smell like a fake and there's nothing in your eyes
Keep your crutch, I don't need much
Just a little luck 'cause my charm is broken
Get out of my sight and I'll be alright
Exit stage right and leave your lies unspoken
All you bottom feeders and you smiling cheaters
You're a total blank and you're as funny as a bank
All you bottom feeders and you smiling cheaters
You're a total blank and you're as funny as a bank
You're out of your depth
Up to your neck in a sea of alibis
Swim or sink, deeper than you think
'Cause I'm on the brink of justifiable homicide
Two dollar spin and your three buck grin
Transparent skin gives away your intentions
You're like a machine that gobbles up all dreams
And spits out shit too dull to mention
All you bottom feeders and you smiling cheaters
Specimens in a tank and you're as funny as a bank
I can't remember my lines
Can't come up with a rhyme or even a reason
I know the face, just can't erase
But I still can't place the name or the season
You say it's fine, keep your place in line
Keep biding your time but you talk in a vacuum
And you've been bought, I don't know what I want
But I know I don't want to be anything like you
Not ready to drop, not ready to stop
Not ready to cop, run away or compromise
I won't break down or go on the take now
You smell like a fake and there's nothing in your eyes
Keep your crutch, I don't need much
Just a little luck 'cause my charm is broken
Get out of my sight and I'll be alright
Exit stage right and leave your lies unspoken
All you bottom feeders and you smiling cheaters
I WAS MARKING TIME.
THE DOUBTERS LOOKED UNCERTAIN AS IMMEDIATE SOLUTIONS SEEMED
IMPROBABLE.
THE FACES TURNED AWAY AND ULTIMATUMS TOOK THE PLACE OF EARLIER
DISCUSSIONS THAT YOU HAD WITH ME.
I DON'T NEED YOUR INTERFERENCE.
I CAN'T THINK IN SINGUIAR
FORMULA.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
STANDARD REPLIES
WERE THE SOLE RESPONSE FROM A STRUCTURE THAT'S INFLEXIBLE.
I AM NOT SURPRISED
BUT YOU CAN'T EXPECT ANY GRATITUDE NOW I'VE COME BACK AGAIN.
I DON'T NEED YOUR INTERFERENCE.
IN A SINGLE DAY THE BARRIERS OF BEAUROCRACY WERE BROKEN DOWN.
AND YOU'VE CHANGED YOUR TUNE
AND NOW EVERYONE'S PREPARED TO SAY HELLO AGAIN.
Why it seems so inviting?
The world of genuine values,
Prominent talents and genius
"Creative Power" it's so mighty...
hypothetical sin that fills you
Like salt fills the sores
You're not worth a curse
There's no easy way in,
No opened doors.
You'll never fit in
There's no entrance for you
You have nothing to do
Brain drain binding you to...
Make an inroad,
To use the decline
And "Yours is mine"
That is your mode.
Oh, it's so sad
You ain't able to create,
Oh, it's so fun
But nothing could be done.
You'll never escape
There's no exit for you
You have nothing to do
Ties of despair
Binding you to...
Be an eloquent person,
To follow your guiding force
Misunderstanding the meaning
Of words
There's no easy way out,
No opened doors.
You'll never fit in
There's no entrance for you
You have nothing to do
Brain drain binding you to...
Make an inroad,
To use the decline
And "Yours is mine"
I'm not sorry
Didn't mean to fall this time
Didn't mean to write about you
I have been through this before
You are not the first nor the last
We shiver We want We cannot
We shiver We want We cannot
We shiver We want We cannot
Neither of us
Did believe Did believe
I don't want to interfere
I just want to be near there
How can I be sure of myself
if fortune feigned a smile i'd search for hairline cracks
i'd fear the interfered i'd know there's no pushing back
those touching on for more than i mean
to keep out of reach take far more than they need
restrain the bitten hand that feeds the prettiest of evil
no one ever believes
walk blind talking kind there nothing going on in my mind
i wish you ran rings 'round me
you wish you ran rings 'round me
i wish if i could just wish it away
the pieces run through my fingers and all for you to own
and this all matters
Someone try to show me the way
To where love does not decay
Where
I can see forever
I can see the truth
I can see what's real
And what's wrong inside of you
Can you feel emotion
Can you lose control
Can you make me say the things
No one else should know
Brain-dead you're force-fed
With our interference
Absent to madness
With holes in your head
Voiceless you're screaming
Deny that you're dreaming
As the sky falls
And time tears your life apart
Deception
My objection to this
Is that there's no where left
For us to exist
And when I try
I still can't feel
There's nothing new
You're so unreal
Obsession
No direction to this
And we still can't find
A place to exist
You read my mind
There's nothing to feel
There's nothing new