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2008-10-24T20:07:00.000-07:00

2007-02-09T22:05:00.000-08:00

ERINN NEEDS A HOSER NICKNAME

Erinn is starting to feel left out of hoserland because she still does not have a nickname. It is time to find her one. I will give a few suggestions here. Vote for your favorite or add ideas of your own in the comment section.

1. Grandma Hoser

2. Rhody Hoser

3. Becker Hoser

4. Psycho Hoser (due to the fact she has a psych degree and many of us use her as a shrink)

5. VP Hoser

6. OT Hoser

7. Provdance Hoser

2007-01-28T10:16:00.000-08:00

Congradulations to Ankur and Namrata

Congradulations to Ankur and Namrata on the recent wedding.

Well Namrata has not only survived her first UNH hockey game but blended right into the crazy world of the hozer in the front row. The only down side is this is starting to affect our ratio of guys to girls in hoser nation (I think we are starting to see a swing in the power of the front row)

2007-01-03T04:54:00.000-08:00

RIP Grandpa Mil

Today one of the most amazing men that I have ever known past away (my grandfather, my hero, my friend). I have always loved my grandfather ever since I was very young and I would look forward to overnight visits to my grandparent’s house. However it was not until I was assigned a project in junior high to interview someone and to write a paper on that person that I truly realized what a remarkable man he was. It was at that time that I found a new found level of respect for him not only as a war hero but also as a hero of our family with the values that he has passed on through generations. I learned that a hero was not my favorite sports figure but rather people like my grandfather who gave every bit of himself so that we may enjoy the freedoms we have today. Below is the short version of his experiences as a POW in Germany during WWII and the story of his return to visit one of his prision gaurds in Germany years after the war.:

A Soldier of WW II and POW

I entered the service on 23 October, 1943 at Camp Devens, MA. and was shipped to the 30th Infantry Division after completing my 17 weeks of basic training in Camp Blanding, Florida. During the Christmas holiday, my wife Rita and my mother and father came down for a week to be with me for the holidays. I did not have much time with them as our unit was on alert and was only able to get over night passes. This meant that we had to be back by 6:30 am for morning roll call. After 17 weeks of training, I was shipped home for a furlough and then had to report to N.Y. for shipment over seas. We left camp Shanks in N.Y. on an English ship and it took 21 days before we arrived in England. The reason it took so long is that we where in a very large convoy and the whole convoy had to zig and zag across the Atlantic to avoid any German submarine attack

Once we were settled in England and I was assigned to a school for armour artificer. This was in Swinden England a school teaching about weapons. We studied from the 45 Cal. Pistol to the 50 Cal. Water cooled machine gun. This was a 5 week course and in the last part of May, I completed the course with a grade of excellence. A few days later, we were shipped to a marshalling area for shipment over the channel as “ D Day ‘ was close at hand.

O n the evening of 11 June, 1944 we were shipped to France on L.S.T.’s and we landed on Oamah beach on 12th of June 1943. Once on the beach, we were told to dig a slit trench for our selves. No sooner had we dug our trenches, we were strafed by a plane that we never saw or heard it coming. All we heard was the drone of the engine and the bullets hitting the ground. This was our baptism of fire from a German Jet Air plane that we never heard of.

A few hours latter, we started to move in land and into the fighting in Normandy. Fighting here was very difficult as we encountered what was called the hedge row’s .These were boundary lines for farmers land. The hedge row’s were mounds of dirt about 5 to 6” high and the same distance wide. On top of these mounds, there grew a thorny type of bush that was also about 5 to 6 ft. high. The total height was at least 12 feet high in all. It was difficult to see through them or go over them.

Many days we would be fighting on one side of the hedge row and the Germans on the other side. To combat this problem for getting through or over, the engineers devised a plow type blade and welded it to the front of the tanks.. After ramming the banks several times the tanks was able to break a hole through to make an opening to the other side. This was fine and good until the Germans set up a machine guns to cross fire at the holes.. The German cross fire was tough getting through with out getting shot.

How ever after the engineers made several of these plows, they were able to break holes in many areas so we could get through. Once our troops got through the hedge rows, the tanks were traveling nearly 100 miles a day and the infantry was close behind. We had very difficult fighting from the beach to 7 August, 44 when we arrived at a town call Mortain, France. This town was mostly on a hill top. We had just come out of a rest area where the U.S.O. had come to entertain us. Edward G. Robinson was one of the celebrities.

On the evening of 6 August, 44 we moved out to relieve the 1st Div. on the line. All during the night, we could hear loud voices and the sounds of tanks coming into the area. We thought it was the noise from our tanks coming into position. BOY! Where we wrong. At about 5.30 am, we were awakened by the loud sound of tanks in the very heavy fog. The fog was so thick, that you could not see your hand in front of you. Suddenly these tanks started to fire through the fog at our position. After about 5 hours of fighting, the tanks over run our position and we were told by to surrender rather than lose a lot of men. Our anti tank guns were wiped out and we had run out of tank fighting ammo and weapons The word to surrender came up from Battalion Headquarters. I at the time was a platoon runner and was with my platoon leader, Lt. Philip D.Mc Intyre when we surrendered.

After capture, we were marched the rear of the German lines where they stripped us of our belongings. Watches,Gold I.D bracelets any gold parcel teeth that a soldiers would have.. Some Germans even took shoes and field jackets from us.

After searching and interrogation, they loaded us on to German trucks and drove off. Where to we did not know. While on the trucks, we were staffed by a British Spit Fire plane as there were no POW signs on any of the German trucks.

The Germans got off the trucks to take cover, but held rifles on us and were told not to get off the trucks. After a couple of passes, we took off for the ditches on the side of the road also after seeing our men get shot up by this plane. Many on the convoy were dead and wounded. We tried to wave the pilot off with our shirts or what ever we had to wave. After many passes firing at the trucks, the pilot realized that we were allies and he wave his wings and took off.

The wounded and dead, were left there and we took off again where who knew.. As dusk was coming in, we started to enter a large city and driving through, we saw the Efle Tower and knew we were in Paris. They drove us to a freight yard and loaded us on to the famous 40 & 8 freight cars. The term 40 & 8 came from WW I and meant that the cars could hold 40 men or 8 horses. We were loaded 50 men to a car. Barely enough room to lie or sit. In one corner, there was a wooded bucket for us to use to relieve our selves if we could make it to the bucket in time. After many days, with out food or water, the G.I.,s were getting sick and many had dysentery. Not being able to get to the other side of the car things just went all over the floor. This is where we had to sit or stand in all the slop.

It was three month of traveling this way before we got to a German prison camp.. Many of these days we had no food or water. Occasionally they would open the doors and throw in a couple loaves of black bread. Most of this bread was made of saw dust . The camp we arrived in was called a Stalag, Meaning prison. It was call Stalag # 7 in the German town of Memmengen. This was a new camp and only had a large tent for shelter. On the ground it was covered with a light thickness of dirty old straw full of bugs. The bugs were so bad, that some of us took the chance and sneaked out under the tent to sleep to get away from the bugs. God, help us if we ever got caught. We stayed here a very short time and were fed a very watery soup with potato skins boiled in the water. Slices of the same black saw dust bread. They also severed a hot drink they called coffee. This was nothing more than burnt acorns boiled in water. It wasn’t what we called coffee but in the cold weather it was hot and tasted fairly good.

After a few weeks, we were shipped out to a working camp in a large city called Augsburg about 50 miles North West of Munich. Here we had three wooden barracks much like our G.I. Barracks back home but made very flimsy and no insulation on the floor, roof or walls. When it got cold in the winter we lived and slept in all our clothes. They had a very small pot belly stove in the middle of the room. With 25 men to a room, not many could get close to the stove. Another thing was that there was no coal to be had, so while out working we picked up pieces of any kind of material that would burn and took it back to the barracks at night for a fire to keep warm and cook. Ex-POW’s where to receive a Red Cross parcel of food and cigarettes weekly but seldom received them. Most of the parcels where used by the Nazi . We where issued old hole filled blankets.

New blankets where always issued when the Red Cross came around to inspect the camp but when they left, the blankets where taken away from us and the old blankets where reissued.

Our detail of work here was to clean up after the allies bombed the city.. The Americans would come about noon and the English would bomb at night. Once we left the stalag and went to a work camp, we were not protected from the bombing. If the Germans got it we got it also. While out working, if an air raid came we would be rushed into one of the air raid shelter that the G.I’s. where digging for the Germans Shelter. The only problem with the shelter was that we were put in one that had now second way out. If a bomb hit the top of the entrance and block it up we would be buried alive and the Germens would care less. The shelters the German civilians went into had more than one entrance for escape.

All the Stalags, were listed with the Allies and the Red Cross and would not get bombed as all the roofs in camps were marked POW... We would have the detail to clean up after the bombing was finished or we would be digging air raid shelters for the German civilians. The shelters where dug into a mountain or big hill near by. Once we where in the hill, we would dig down ward for a long way so that bombs could not penetrate the mountain. One day while digging, a bomb hit the top of the entrance and a lot of dirt started rolling down Thank God it was frozen dirt and did not roll down into the shelter. We started to scramble out for fear of a cave in as we only had one way out at this time because the tunnel was not finished.

After doing this a short time, we were reassigned to another detail. We were assigned to a lumber yard making shingles for bombed out buildings. These were very narrow strips of wood that would be place in between two slate flat tiles so that water would not seep in between the two tiles.

This is how they were started. We would go into the forest and cut down several large pine tree and haul them back to the lumber yard on a trailer much like the trailers that the electric companies use to transport telephone poles. We would debark the tree and with a two man saw, we would cut it up into 18” blocks, then we would chop the blocks into a pieces of wood slightly larger that a two by four, These were place on a small bench and shaved into thin strips of wood to go in between the slate as I mentioned. On this bench, there was mounted a large curved sharp blade. It was bolted at the top so that it could be brought down with a handle on the front end and as we moved this knife up it would be brought down , we cut a shingle about 1/8 thick. After we had cut 1200 shingles we would tie them into bundles with a pieces of wire to hold them together. When we had made 12 bundles of 1200 shingles that each of us cut, we were allowed to go back to the barracks. This is what four of us G.I.’s did for 6 months.

We were marched to and from work every day. The march from Augsburg to Friedberg was about 5 miles each way. A German guard was assigned to us and he would march to work and stay as we worked until time to return. We got to know this guard named Otto Hausch very well and changed his manor of thinking. He was a disabled German soldier from the Russian front and at heart he was no NAZI. He treat us well and never was harsh with us but did what he had to do as a German soldier but never over did his authority. Before the war ended, we had Otto pretty well trained our way. With our cigarettes and powered coffee when we got them, he would trade for us among the civilians and bring food back into camp for us from the farmers. We were not allowed to trade with the Germans, and if he was caught he would have been shot. In the latter days of April, the Allies were getting close to our barracks and once again, we were told to pack up as we were moving. This was on the 25th of April. 1945 we were marched to the rear away from our troops but on the third day, the Americans caught up with us. On the night of 26 April,19 45 as we were bedded down in an old barn and Otto came into the barn and told us that the Americans would be in town in the morning and we would be liberated. He was ordered to move out with his troops during the night.

Knowing this, we told Otto to stay with us and surrender to the Americans as the war was nearly over and there was not much sense for him to die now. This he did. I was friendlier with Otto than the other three and I asked him for his German issue Bayonet which I still have as a memento. Before Otto left, we all signed a paper that Otto was a fair German and treated us well and asked the Americans to treat him the same.
After liberation we were flown out into a French hospital in Reams and stayed there until we put some weight back on and to heal anything else that was wrong with us. Many of us were starving and had lost a lot of weight. After several weeks in the hospital, we were shipped home arriving home about early June,of 45

POW life was very difficult with hard work and little food but with the will of God, we got home. After a 72 day furlough, I was shipped to Lake Placid, N.Y. for a 2 weeks of R & R and my wife was able to attend with me. After our R & R Rita went home and I was shipped to Ft. Knox to teach Officer Candidates on all types of weapons and how to use them.

This is my military history of 2 plus years. To-day, I am still involved with the Veterans as a member of the American Ex-Prisoners of War. The Disables American Veterans, The 30th Division Assoc. and President of the New England Chapter of the 30th Division and the Combat Infantry Assoc.

Since 1984, Rita and I have been Volunteers for our veterans at the Northampton, Mass. Veterans Affairs as well as at the Holyoke, Mass. Soldiers Home We have received many awards and certificates for the hours of volunteer work we have done..

. This is my Military History and proud to have served my Country.

Private First Class Emil V. Raimondi
Co. A 117 Reg. 30th Division
Serial # 31415402

Entered on 10 November, 2004:

In the year of 1990, Rita my wife and I returned to Europe for a tour of Italy,Switzerland,Austria and Germany. While on tour, we took the time to go to Friedberg, Germany to visit my guard Otto Hausch and his wife Maria. As we arrived at his home, he was standing out in front of his house with his wife, Otto and I both broke down and hugged each other and cried for some time and the women followed.

Maria had cooked up a great German dinner and Otto opened a bottle of Champaign for a toast to all of us. We had a great visit and talk with the help of a friend of Maria who was a teacher and spoke English so we got along very nicely. It was very hard to leave them as we both knew perhaps we would never see each other again.

After arriving home from the war in 1945 I thought of Otto many times and what happened to him and low and behold, Nine months later,I received a letter from Otto. He had been held in American zone prison camp and was back with his wife in Friedberg where we worked as POW’s and he was working there now as a carpenter.
I made a commitment to myself that I would continue to be in touch with Otto and Maria as long as I could. I would write to them several times a year and send photos over to them and they did the same. In this way, we each knew how we were aging and what was going on.

Six months after Rita and I left Germany, I received word that Otto had died from a heart attack. I sent money over for a floral arrangement for the teacher to purchase and place on Otto’s grave. I still continued to write and made phone calls on either Christmas and New Years to his wife. It was hard to understand each other, but she knew it was Rita and I calling and was ever so greratful.

On August of 2004, I received word that Maria had died and the teacher sent the death notice and Mass Card with a photo to us which was greatly appreciated. Rita and I immediately sent over money for flowers to be placed on their grave at a latter date. The Death notice and cards where placed with Otto’s in my album of POW history. I still reminisce about my POW days with Otto. Both He and Maria where great German people and I will never forget them.

This may be a very strange story for an American Ex-Prisoner of War and his German guard but this is my story.

Ex-POW Emil V. Raimondi
7 August, 1944 27 April, 1945

After the war he became an active member of many veterans organizations including the American Ex-Prisoners of War. He has since lived his life following the organizations motto “You are not forgotten”. He has spent countless hours volunteering at different veterans functions, running BINGO games at the soldiers’ home for the disabled veterans, and fundraising for monuments to be built to honor those who have served this country so they will not be forgotten.

My grandfather was the strongest man that I have ever known. Even has he sat in a chair dieing of cancer, suffering from pneumonia and renal failure and resting his head on a pillow in my lap his strength came shinning through. As he sat there he held my hand with such strength that after he let go there were marks on my hand from his grip. While those marks will fade the lasting impression of his strength that it has made in my mind and in my heart will not fade for as long as I shall live.

Grandpa . . . enjoy your long deserved rest . . . I love you.

Nick

2006-12-12T20:33:00.000-08:00

Gionta the Italian Christmas !@#$%

Hey Chingedy Ching
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh –ahhh
It’s Gionta the !@#$%
Chingedy Chin
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh-ahh
The Italain Christmas !@#$%
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la ee oh da

York has got a little friend
His name is Gionta
The smallest little !@#$%
You’ll never see hime win
When York visits his paisons,
With Gionta he will be
Because not every player
Can climb the hills of BC

Hey Chingedy Ching
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh –ahhh
It’s Gionta the !@#$%
Chingedy Chin
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh-ahh
The Italain Christmas !@#$%
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la ee oh da

Hockey Skates are on his feet
And a helmet on his head
Hey look at the 5 holes mask
On top of Gionta’s head.
A pair of wins for the other team
And no wins for BC
All you have to do is try
And you’ll see Gionta cry.

Hey Chingedy Ching
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh –ahhh
It’s Gionta the !@#$%
Chingedy Chin
Ohh-ahhh, Ohh-ahh
The Italain Christmas !@#$%
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la ee oh da

2006-12-12T19:46:00.000-08:00

We Three Hosers

We three Hosers from Durham are

Bearing cowbells we travel afar

Field and fountain, moon and mountain

following yonder star

O Star of wonder, star of Night

Star with royal beauty bright

Southward leading still proceeding

down route ninty five

From Durham we travel in the fast lane

The Black Bears will wish they never came

Maine sucks for ever, ceasing never

Wildcats forever rein

O Star of Wonder, Star of Night

Star with royal beuaty bright

Southward leading still proceeding

down route 95

White boards to offer have I

From dry erase markers we are high

Prayer and praising, all men raising

worship him, Smith most high

O Star of Wonder, Star of Night

Star with royal beauty bright

Southward leading still proceeding

down route 95

Cornel fans to cheer a joyess RED

Cloud 9 so happy it will go to his head

The will cheer till the realize they have been tamed

and are now forced to play a consolation game

O Star of Wonder, Star of night

Star with Royal beauty bright

Southward leading still proceeding

down rout 95

Back to Durham we travel with everblades cup

Maine fans realize that their time is up

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying

Walsh is sealed in a stone-cold tomb

O Star of Wonder, Star of night

Star with Royal beauty bright

Southward leaking, still proceeding

down route 95

2006-12-12T19:11:00.000-08:00

12 Days of Christmas Hoser Style

I know that I was promising 1 song a day until Christmas but unfortunatly life in Grandpa Hoser's land has been a bit hectic. Grandma Hoser as not been feeling well (to the point of having to leave a hockey game early) and also Grandpa Hoser's Grandpa is dieing of cancer. Erinn and I went to visit him tonight and he was having a good day today. He was fairly upbeat and was joking around with us despite the fact that he only has a few days to live. It must be where I got my Hoser genes from (waiting on Indian Hoser to confirm) since we all know that hosers are not only funny but tough. On the way back from visiting him we wrote the 12 Days of Christmas Hoser Style:

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me A Manke on the bench

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me:2 Zambonis and a Manke on the bench

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to be 3 Blind Refs, 2 Zambonis and a Manke on the bench

On the 4th day of Cristmas my true love gave to me 4 on 4 Hockey, 3 Blind Refs,2 Zambonis and a Manke on the Bench

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the Bench

On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench.

On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 7 Band Geeks Whinning, 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs , 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 8 Hosers Cheering, 7 band geeks whinning, 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench.

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 9 teams enveying, 8 hosers cheering, 7 band geeks whinning, 6 defenceman checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis, and a Manke on the Bench.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 10 skaters Skating, 9 teams enveying, 8 hosers cheering, 7 band geeks whinning, 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench.

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 11 puck bunnies drooling, 10 skaters skating, 9 teams enveying, 8 hosers ceering, 7 band geeks whinning, 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 Hey Ya dancers, 11 puck bunnies drooling, 10 skaters skating, 9 teams enveying, 8 hosers cheering, 7 band geeks whinning, 6 defencemen checking . . . 5 Penalties, 4 on 4 hockey, 3 blind refs, 2 zambonis and a Manke on the bench.

2006-12-08T07:32:00.001-08:00

Dashing through the Whitt

we have for rows to save.

For our seats we run

laughing all th way

(ha ha ha)

Goal horns have to ring

making spirits bright

what fun it is to wave an sing

at that dumb sieve tonight.

Running Hosers running Hosers

Running all the way

O what fun it is to run

cause we got four rows to save.

A day or two ago

I thought I'd take a ride

We went up to Lowell

what a fucking hole

The crowd was sparse and thin

as least on Lowells side

then the hosers ran in

and showed the wildcat pride

Running Hosers running hosers

Running all the way

Oh what fun it is to run

cause we got four rows to save.

2006-12-08T07:32:00.000-08:00

Dashing through the Whitt

we have for rows to save.

For our seats we run

laughing all th way

(ha ha ha)

Goal horns have to ring

making spirits bright

what fun it is wo wave an sing

at that tumb sieve tonight.

Running Hosers running Hosers

Running all the way

O what fun it is to run

cause we got four rows to save.

A day or two ago

I thought I'd take a ride

We went up to Lowell

what a fucking hole

The crowd was sparse and thin

as least on Lowells side

then the hosers ran in

and showed the wildcat pride

Running Hosers running hosers

Running all the way

Oh what fun it is to run

cause we got four rows to save.

2006-12-07T22:08:00.000-08:00

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BREAK

Twas the night before break, when all through the Whitt

Not a creature was stirring not even a twitt:

The gromets were hung from the ceiling with care,

in hopes that banners soon would be there.

Thee hosers were nestled all snug in their seat,

with visions of the opponets we would soon beat.

And Mamma Hoser in her jersey, and I in my cap,

had just yelled at the sieve skate, turn, tap tap.

When out on the ice there arose such a clatter,

I stood on my seat to see what was a matter.

Away from the band with hands on my ears,

listening to more would surely bring tears.

The lights glistened on the new Zambonied ice,

and cheers were given when Black Betty enticed.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but regan in net for whom the fans would cheer.

With a little old coach so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment is was whistleing Dick.

More rapid than eagles the wildcats they came,

and Dick whistled and shouted and called them by name;

Now Smithlicker, Now Jerry, Now Hobey and MicFlickier!

On Hemmi, on Cicco, on penalty box and Switzer!

Out of our zone, bounce it off the wall,

now score goals score goals score goals all.

The drive up 95 would make the hosers insane

When they met with an obstacal, an undefeated Maine

they left their fans with Ben Bishop to blame,

scored a shit load of goals and the Bears were tamed.

And then in a rush they came from the tunnel

to meet the next team they would soon pummel.

The Hosers bowed to Regan as he skated round

for we new a shut out would soon be found.

He was dressed in blue and white from helmet to skate,

and denied the puck bunnies a chance for a date.

He wore lots of pads and carried a big stick,

and he looked like a wall made of mortar and brick.

His helmet how it twinkeld, his fans how merry,

his pads like a baracade, his glove hand is scarry.

His droll little mouth was drawn up with a frown,

cause the hosers shouted to him while the puck came down.

A mouth gaurd of plastic he held tight in his teeth,

and the spotlight of the Whitt circled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a rock hard belly,

that made opponets shake like a bowl full of jelly.

He was quick he was fast no pucks would soon pass,

Darci laughed so hard she fell on her ass.

A Wink of his eye and a wave of his glove,

soon let the hosers know it was us he did love.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

and made a bitching Parker look like a Jerk.

And laying his stick across the goal crease,

put our anxious Hoser hearts at peace.

He sprang to the bench as a penalty was called,

and Smithlicker still scored even though he was fouled.

But we heard them exclaim as life is life was played

Merry Christmas to Hosers when the title is displayed.

2006-12-04T18:41:00.000-08:00

THE PINK NESN AWARD

The Pink NESN Award goes to NESN for showing red sox reruns instead of the Bruins game. So far 6-5 Bruins with 1:50 left to go.

2006-12-04T18:21:00.000-08:00

I now have the PHATEST Blog . . . OK so it's the fattest blog.

So much for moving the lines down in the normal writing space. I now have the unique feature of my blog being several pages wide. Hopefully with a few more posts that will move down and forever be forgotten. This was by far the lamest Blog entries ever.

2006-12-04T18:15:00.000-08:00

A CLEAN KEYBOARD!!!

So my dad's company was getting rid of old computers and I adopted one before it went to the dumpster. It works pretty well but either the graphics card is too slow or I have somthing configured wrong to allow me to play games on it. If any of you computer wiz kids out there have any suggestions let me know. The only other problem was the keyboard was VERY dirty. The following text is what resulted from cleaning the keyboard with microsoft word open.

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2006-11-30T19:24:00.000-08:00

How can you identify a HOSER Christmas tree?

The top three ornaments are from the Hockey Hall of Fame, the Boston Red Sox and the New England Patriots. There would also be a UNH Hockey ornament if they existed.

2006-11-14T22:18:00.000-08:00

Pink Buddha Award OK . . . OK . . . I know you are sick of my Pink (insert random onject here) posts but As I do stupid things or find other people doing stupid things worthy of recognition I just can't help myself. The Pink Buddha award is given to the dumb ass Buddhist Pet owner that I delt with at work today. Because this person is a Buddhist they fel all life is sacred (NO PROBLEM RIGHT???) WRONG!!!! Now for the most part I agree that life is sacred however when you go to the extream of not using flea and tick prevention on your dog because it kills the fleas and ticks and then have the audacity to not only be shocked that your dog now has lyme disease but be pissed at us because of how much the estimate for treatment is. Dumb Biatch . . . poor dog

2006-10-31T21:53:00.000-08:00

First Ever Pink Cooking Award

The winner of the first ever PINK COOKING AWARD is . . . ME!!!! Yes I was a major dumb ass tonight and had no choice but to give myself this award. While cooking dinner I accidentally turned on the wrong burner of the stove and went to take a shower. Wile in the shower I heard the smoke detector going off. Why was it going off? Because sitting on the burner that was on was the bucket that we keep our kitchen utensils in. All of the wooden spoons were on fore so I had to grab it with some pot holders and put it in the sink and run water into it to put out the flames. Casualties include all wooden spoons and spatualas, the basting brush melted nicely to the bottom of the bucket, the cor screw is no more. Along with the fatalities severe burns were recieved by the ruber spatula, the pizza cutter, and the large grill spatula. Please pray for the deseased and injured kitchen utensils as well as their families.

2006-10-30T20:15:00.000-08:00

PINK JERSEY AWARD!!!!

This weeks Pink Jersey Award goes to Hockey East Ref Tom Fryer. So it was a horribly called game from the begining with poor calls going both ways. What a way to ruin what otherwise would have been a great hockey game. I will not go into all of the calls however there were two blatently bad calls which cost UNH the game. UNH is up 3-2 late in the third period when a scrum occures in front of the UNH net. UNH goalie Kevin Reagan has the puck covered up and the whistle blows. After the whistle the puck is jared free and croses the goal line. UNH gets screwed and is forced to go to overtime. In over time the Cats manage to poke in a lose puick from behind the goalie for what should have been the game winning and game ending goal. But the dumb ass ref blows the play dead a split second before and the goal is called back. Now while this was the right call the problem was he allowed the same thing to happen to UNH but gave Yale the goal and the Yale goalie never had the puck like Regan did for UNH. BUT MOSTLY HE GETS THE AWARD FOR CAUSING ME TO LOSE MY VOICE.

2006-10-27T21:35:00.000-07:00

HEY MARTY . . . ANY DOUBT WE NEED BETTY?

Actual Photo of Black Betty as seen on http://modelmayhem.com/pics.php?id=175085

Last year Black Betty was banned from the Whitt by the evil AD Marty Scarano!!! Reluctantly this year she was allowed to return. As you can see from the above photo Betty is a bit racey . . . but does she need to be banned? The time off did give betty some time to work on her modeling career however she quickly learned that we needed her back. Just look at how the men's team tanked without her last season. Tonight betty showed just how important she is. UNH was down 1-0 to BC with 6 minutes to go in the game . . . things were looking bleak for the #1 rated Wildcats. Just when it looked like there was no hope Betty worked her magic. The power of Betty inspired UNH forward Jen Hitchcock to not score 1 but 2 goals to lift the Wildcats over the Eagles. You may not think this is such a big deal but it allowed Hitchcock to defy gravity to put home the GWG . . . see photo below.

2006-10-24T20:06:00.000-07:00

FIRST EVER PINK JERSEY AWARD!!!

As any of you know who may read my blog my dear wife Erinn is known as the pink hat hater. Every week (well most weeks) during the hockey season she give out the pink hat award (aka the Brian Yandel Memorial Award). The award typical goes to a player who displays "Yandelesk" qualities on the ice or to some puck bunny fan who knows nothing about sports and only goes to games as a socail engagemnt. I felt this week that there was a recipient worthy of the Pink Hat Award that was over looked by my wife. However not wanting to steal her pink hat thunder I elected to award the first ever Pink Jersey Award. This award may not be awarded every week since usally I am in agreement with the Pink Hat Hater's selection and also because I am usually too lazy to be bothered posting on my Blog.

The First Ever Pink Jeresy Award goes to the PC FANS . . . now the Pink Hat Hater picked PC as a whole as her recipient however there was one galaring pink jersey deserving event that I saw. This was the PC fans cheering several times for their Zamboni driver. Now this in itself typically would not even warrent the slightest consideration. So why the award . . . because they cheered louded for their Zamboni then they did for the hockey team!!!. Now I know the hockey team was not exactly playing great hockey and the Zamboni driver probably did a better job resurfacing the ice than the PC team did playing hockey but maybee a little motivation from the fans would help.

2006-08-04T08:28:00.000-07:00

I found my long lost brother!!!!

(In China)

2006-05-08T11:49:00.000-07:00

TOP 30 WAYS YOU KNOW THAT YOU MAY BE A HOSER!

30. If you know the college hockey rule book better than the refs . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
29. If you have been in a car that has run out of gas on the way to or on the way home from a hockey game . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
28. If you have recieved a ticket for a traffic violation on the way to or on the way home from a hockey game . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
27. If you see Blaise MacDonald and tell him to stand during the National Anthem . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
26. If you think Keith B is a moron . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
25. If you use college hockey arenas as navigation points around Boston . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
24. If you are happy to see your All-American senior defenceman Brian Yandel graduate . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
23. If you hate the UNH Pep Band . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
22. If you know any female who goes to Northeaster is a husky lady no matter how fat she is . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
21. If you hear someone say somthing funny and immediatly wish Matt was there to write it in the quote book . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
20. If you have ever worn really cool protective glasses at a hockey game . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
19. If you hear Rock N Roll Part II and start waving your arm in the air . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
18. If you think having SEX is a good thing but having a ORGY is a bad thing . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
17. If you pull into a full service gas station and say that's alright, that's OK, you're gonna pump my gas today . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
16. If you hear or see any thing related to BC and sing, Beat em up, f em up , BC sucks . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
15. If you see a person yelling and think to yourself sit down shut up . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
14. If you see anything related to PC and automatically think GOON! . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER (this is particuarly difficult when you are a hoser who lives in RI)
13. If you know why UVM fans aren't worthy . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
12. If you have ever compared your number of consecutive hockey games to Gibbers . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
11. If you see or hear anything related to BU and automatically think SUX2BU . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
10. If you have ever explaind somthing by jumping up and down saying becasue it was Darci . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
9. If you coworker starts telling you about their trip to Maine and you reply Maine sucks . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
8. If you have ever been made fun of by 5 year old PC fans . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
7. If you get chills when you hear Two Step by DMB . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
6. If you know someone who is gonna get a tatoo when UNH wins the national championship . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
5. If you have freinds that hate you from October to April . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
4. If you know that the word red is the loudest word in the National Anthem . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
3. If you have ever been able to file for bankruptcy so you can watch college hockey . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
2. If you see someone drop somthing and you think SIEVE . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
1. If you are theoretically racist and and not sure why . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER

IF ANY OF THE ABOVE APPLY . . . YOU MAY BE A HOSER
IF THE FOLLOWING APPLIES . . . YOU ARE A HOSER

***If you understand Darci . . . YOU ARE A HOSER ***

2006-04-20T14:50:00.001-07:00

ASSHOLES, WANTON SOUP, DOLLAR BILLS, PATRIOTISM

So I went to the Chinese buffet down the road from work today because I was a mornon and left my food in the hot car baking in the sun all day today. I'm sitting down at the table enjoying my Chinese food and noted three US Air Force soldiers sitting at a nearby table eating but really didn't pay much attention to them. That was until some jackass redneck hick, on the way out of the restaurant stops to tell them in a less than quiet manner that "you should be ashamed of yourselves for wearing a uniform in support of that jackass president that we have and that we should nor be forcing our beliefs down the throat of the god damn Iraqi scum". The guy then walked out of the restaurant. Two of the soldiers sat there with a look of shock on their face which then turned to anger. The third soldier you could tell was fighting back tears.

A minute or two later I noticed a gentleman walking around an stopping at all of the tables. He soon got to my table and asked if I had saw the display that had occurred a few minutes before. I replied "yes". He said that he was disgusted by the display and thought it would be a nice gesture if everyone in the restaurant gave a dollar to by the soldiers lunch in appreciation. I quickly reached for my wallet and gave him a dollar. He continued around collecting money until he had enough money to pay for 3 buffet lunches and went up to the cashier to pay. When it came time for them to pay the bill the waiter walked over to them and said the lunch was on the grateful patrons of the restaurant. They said thank you to everyone and proceeded to walk out of the restaurant to applause. They then turned to face the restaurant and paused and snapped a salute as they walked out the door.

2006-04-10T12:31:00.000-07:00

FENWAY IS BIG PAPI'S HOUSE FOR 4 MORE YEARS!!!

Credit the Boston Red Sox management for getting a deal done with a player before the evil empire could offer a huge contract on the free agency market. Also credit Ortiz for loyalty and wanting to be a franchise player. Perhaps the days of the franchise player aren't gone forever.

2006-03-31T13:46:00.000-08:00

The Lowell Locmonsters of the AHL announce the singing of former UNH defen . . . um . . . player Brian Yandel and also announce an increase in goals scored against them each game!!!

2006-03-30T04:40:00.000-08:00

RUSTY WATER

I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Blackstone (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that rusty water
Oh, Cumberland, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that rusty water
Oh, Cumberland you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that rusty water
Oh, oh, Cumberland, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that rusty water (I love it, baby)
I love that rusty water (I love Cum-ber-land)
I love that rusty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that rusty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that rusty water (Owww!)
I love that rusty water (Come on, come on)
I love that rusty water (coming from my shower every day this week)

2006-03-26T17:42:00.000-08:00

RIP 2005-2006 Hockey Season

Dear Mr. Scarano (Athletic Director of the University of New Hampshire),

Marty . . . as the 2005-2006 UNH wild cat hockey season has come to a sad end I feel that it is time to look forward to the future of the program and figure out how to bring the team to the next step of bringing home that ever elusive NCAA championship.

The work you have done over the past season has been amazing. The football and woman's hockey teams finished first in the country and although the men's hockey team had an off year it wasn't like we were Merrimac or Northeastern. I feel the problems with the men's hockey team will take care of themselves (Yandel is graduating). However this alone won't bring the men's hockey team or the other teams to the next level. The sense of community that you have brought to the UNH athletic family has been very strong. You got rid of the hatred and theoretical racism of that damn song Black Betty. This was a good start however I feel that more work needs to be done in this area. I think the next group we need to focus on is the poor animals of this world. As the NAACP found Black Betty to be racist the members of PETA feel that the use of animals as mascots is theoretically speciest.

I feel the time is now to put an end to the spieciest actions of the great University of New Hampshire. Know I know what you are thinking . . . Maine will still be the black bears, BU will still be the Terriers, and BC will still be the Eagles . . . . so if they can do it why can't we. WHY???? Because we are UNH and we are better. We didn't start playing Black Betty just because they were playing it. As the University of New Hampshire we should be leading the way and setting the example for these other institutions of higher learning.

The time is now to reveal the new mascot for the University of New Hampshire. The 2006 - 2007 team shall be known as the UNIVERSITY OF NEW HAMPSHIRE HOSERS!!! Just look at this bunch the couldn't be considered offensive to anyone.

As you can see we have already found a sponsor for the new mascot . . . which we know will make you happy since it provides yet another money making plan for the highly corporate University of New Hampshire. Also thinking of the endless marketing possibilities we the new mascot's . . . in addition to the hockey jerseys in home, away and third jersey varieties you could sell official UNH hoser glasses in UNH blue for the fans in attendance at the sporting events (see the children's version pictured below).

The sad part of the new hoser motif is that I don't think you are the best man to promote the new UNH image. Don't worry . . . you will not be fired . . . instead you will be promoted to the new position of head janitor at the Whittemore Center. While you are changing the urinal cakes in the bathrooms Black Betty will be played nonstop for your listening enjoyment. We know that you actually love this song but because of political correctness it can not be played in the Whitt when the public is present.

The new Athletic Director and assistant Athletic Director of UNH shall be Darci Wilder and Matt Pedone (see pictures above in hoser add 3rd person top row and 1st person bottom row). These changes will make UNH a perennial power house in all sports.

sincerely,
Nicholas Raimondi (aka the ass who was yelling at you in Albany on Saturday)

2006-03-20T18:47:00.000-08:00

Things didn't go so well at the Fleet Cent . . . um . . . errr .... TD Banknorth Garden . . .
ALBANY HERE WE COME!!!!

2006-03-18T21:19:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Mike and Matt . . .

Because of your lack of recent posting it actually looks like I'm on top of my blog!!!!

2006-03-10T23:19:00.000-08:00

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO APPLAUD YOUR ENEMY

I have been a die hard UNH hockey fan for many years. We are brutal to the opposition's players . . . especially the goalies on the other teams. For the past to nights we have been calling this man a SEIVE . . . but he was anything but a seive tonight. Providence College goalie Tyler Sims put on one of those performances that you have to applaud even as a fan of the opposing team. After 3 periods of play UNH and PC were tied up at 1 all. The game went about 15 minutes into DOUBLE OVERTIME. Over the course of the game UNH had 61 shots on net. Thank god for Daniel Winnick who was finally able to get the game winner. Sims was not only consoled by his team for the loss after all that effort but also by the UNH team who fought so hard to beat him. Especially by Winnik who showed true class in the handshake line at the end of the game.

2006-03-06T05:23:00.000-08:00

Nice article by USCHO writer Jim Conneley . . . it kind of sums up why I am so into UNH hockey.

www.uscho.com/news/id,12232/connelleywildcatfever.html

2006-03-05T14:22:00.000-08:00

Congradulations to the UNH Women's hockey team on the
2006 HOCKEY EAST CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

I't looks as if the women's team is on a mission to win it all this season. The crusied through the Hockey East Tournament this weekend with two 6-0 wins over Maine and Boston College. They have not given up a goal in 6 straight starts and in a time span of over 400 minutes. Good luck to the cats as they go on through the NCAA tourny and hopefully bring the championship back to Durham.

2006-01-23T08:09:00.000-08:00

THIS IS NEW ENGLAND

IF YOU LIVE HERE THEN GO TO WORK WHEN IT SNOWS!!!!

One of my biggest pet-peeves is when people call in sick to work because it's snowing outside. Today 4 people called in "sick" to work today. Must be a bad case of snowstormitis going around. Because these people can't get to wok I have to stay 2 hours past the end of my shift. For the love of God . . . we live in New England . . . it is going to snow . . . learn to drive and deal with it or move to Arizona.

2006-01-22T16:57:00.000-08:00

I really only created this Blog so i could type a response on Matt's. I have been home sick from work today after puking my guts up last night and with the exception of a killer headache I am feeling a bit better now. Boredom is now setting in so I figured I would give this thing a try. Not sure how active I will be about keeping this thing updated but I figure I will give it a shot.

About my profile name:

I am a huge UNH hockey fan and after the embarrasing end to the pats season and the upcoming sox season not looking so good it is all I have to cling to in the world of sports. Wildfan has been my screen name on USCHO for yeatrs but that was already taken on here so I figured I would just make it UNH wildfan. If you are not fimialir with college hockey check out www.uscho.com. Or the hockey east website at www.hockeyeastonline.com or the UNH site at www.unhwildcats.com.