Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Back At It

Haven't been blogging as much lately but only because I haven't had the energy after being dragged to and fro for various birthday related functions. Almost managed to avoid them – it's taken years of carefully downplaying and nonchalantly ignoring my birthday but I'm finally at the point where most people have forgotten all about it – but no such luck with the relatives. See, there's this church fair near my old house. Always falls around my birthday. Never fails. Sister was driving by, noticed it, and news spread like wildfire.


Not that I'm ungrateful or anything. I like a good time and all. I just don't see much in celebrating the fact that I'm another year older and haven't accomplished much of anything. Anyhow, that's largely done with and although I'll be drinking myself into a stupor following tonight's hockey game I should be back to regular blogarythmns shortly.


Also, little more than a week until Script Frenzy.

Sports Tonight

Ah well, so much for the Red Wing's season. They made a game of it by the end but not to be.


At least I had the draft and the wonderful mental image of thousands of Celtics fans across the nation committing sepuku as the results were announced. Although, oh god, it's been 10+ years of listening to them whine about missing out on Duncan, now they're going to add not having Odom/Durrant to the reasons why they're unjustly awful. I was kinda hoping, however, that Phoenix would fare better – they lost out on Atlanta's pick because it was in the top 3 – because, man, that team would be scary with another blue chipper coming off the bench.


As for the Pistons game last night, well, it's not what I expect the rest of the series to look like. Hopefully, anyway, because that was painful to watch. The Pistons sleptwalked into it but still managed to pull out the win, which is both good and bad. But LeBron's not going to be an offensive non-factor (scoring-wise, anyway) even with the Pistons draped over him the way they were last night. And neither should the Pistons be as cold as they were, too. Oh, and as for the final play (Which gave me nightmares of 'Sheed leaving Horry alone for a game winner a few years ago, by the way.) – of course LeBron should make that pass. He wasn't hitting his shots last night, he was double-covered, and Maxwell was wide open for the three. Kick it out and take your chances with the uncontested shot. The problem is who you have taking that shot. But that's the Cavs' problem in a nutshell, they don't have anyone they can rely on beyond James.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Red Wings Lose Game 5

I am sad now.


Basically, all the things I said earlier about the team doing all the right things and not winning is how the Wings lost this game. Things were going fine, they had a slim one goal lead, they had plenty of chances but just couldn't bury one, but it was okay because the game was winding down and the Ducks weren't doing much of anything. The Red Wings were again, carrying the play, rolling more lines, and generally being the better team. Then, all of a sudden, penalty in the last two minutes, the Ducks pull Guigere for the extra attacker, and the Wings can't clear the zone at all. I watched with a sick fascination because it was only a matter of time before they found the back of the net. Head to overtime and the Wings, again, were just doing all the little things, getting their scoring chances and, sure enough, bad giveaway, some Ducks pressure, Selanne steals the puck, and game over.


Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the Ducks? I'm going to go drown my sorrows now.

Playoff Series Update

With the NBA Conference Finals set to begin, it's time to check back in. My predictions, again, aren't looking so hot although, in a general sense, I did manage to get the overall picture of the NBA playoffs rather correct. I figured we'd be in for a Detroit/Cleveland series but in the West I was predicting a Phoenix/Houston final which didn't exactly happen. What we get is a rather less appealing Spurs/Jazz series. But the reason I presaged the Suns/Rockets was guessing that one of the middle of the pack in the West would break through with a solid playoff run – which has happened, just with Utah not Houston – and the winner of the looming Suns/Spurs series would be the team to beat. I just happened to pick the Suns because of my undying and inexplicable hate of the Spurs. Oh, sure, I could say I dislike them because they're incredibly dirty but as an old school Bad Boys fan, that's not exactly going to hold much water. I just can't stand them.


Anyhow, the expected outcome of those series isn't really in much doubt. We're headed for a Spurs/Pistons final which, while it's not exactly going to be a ratings blockbuster is going to feature a lot of hard fought, intense basketball between two experienced and tested teams. You have to give the Spurs the edge in such a matchup - if only for the Duncan factor – but I think it's going to depend a great deal on just how each team gets to the finals. If the Pistons can close out the Cavs quickly and rest up while the Spurs suffer through another close and physical series, well, the odds shift away from them.


Of the two series, I think the San Antonio/Utah one is going to feature the best games. It's not exactly a sexy marquee matchup that the NBA execs are loving but, that's because they prefer to market the sizzle and not the steak. It's going to feature some good basketball. Utah is, I suspect, better than people are giving them credit for. And they should be able to play with the Spurs and keep things close. The Spurs should win, but I think the Jazz will steal a game or two so I say San Antonio in six.


The Pistons/Cavs series is going to depend in large part on just how focused the Pistons are. As we saw last round, when they put the pedal down, they're tough to beat. And Cleveland is a much weaker team than Chicago so this series could very well end in a sweep. However, the Pistons have a distressing tendency to let off the gas when they're up in a series. If they take a night off then LeBron can put the Cavs on his back and lead them to a victory or two. Personally, I don't think the Pistons have learned their lesson, despite saying all the right things about it, so, again, I say this series goes six with my Pistons, of course, pulling it off.


Over in the NHL, one half of the final is set with the Senators advancing past the Sabres. As a Red Wing fan I know how hard it is to see a President's trophy winning team go down in flames the way the Yellow Slugs did but Ottawa was the much better team. I actually like Ottawa a lot (Maybe it's just because I like to stick it to the Maple Leafs, though.), they've been on the cusp of winning it all several times even though this is their first trip to the finals. They remind me a lot of early Detroit teams – knocking on the door only to have it slammed shut on them. And they've been playing great in front of solid goaltending with a wicked offense – Alfredson's been great, for one.


Meanwhile, my Wings and the suck-a-Ducks are still playing. They're tied two games a piece so it's Detroit and Ducks in a best of three now. I like the Wings chances, though. They've been carrying the play the last few games. I'm still trying to figure out how they lost the last game but, you know, that's hockey. You can do everything right and still not win. Pucks take strange bounces. Crazy stuff happens. You can be circling in the opponents zone for minutes on end, sending shot after quality shot at the net only to have the goalie swat them aside like King Kong batting away a bi-plane, only to have them grab a rebound, get a rush, and get some bloopy little shot past your minder. But over the course of a lengthy series it evens out. And like Calgary, Annaheim's been killing themselves with penalties – not just the suspension worthy stuff, either – while Detroit's power play has been fearsome. Game 5 is this afternoon and, as likely is going to be beaten into my head while watching, the team that wins that goes on to take the series most of the time.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Fuck a Duck

I hate the Mighty Ducks. Hate that they think calling themselves just the “Ducks” now makes people forget they were named after a movie. I hate Emilio Estevez. And I hate lame Bad New Bears ripoffs. Oh, and Disney, I hate Disney, too. Hated the cartoon. Never a big fan of their uniforms, either. The old school eggplant purple ones or whatever Vancouverish swooshy nightmare they're wearing now.


I'm just saying.


So, yes, the Wings game was really annoying to watch tonight, thank you very much. So much for Pronger being out – guess the “lost a star player” factor that almost but didn't quite work for the Suns (Still say that suspension was bogus.) worked for the Fantastic Fouls.


Ah well, at least the Pistons won. Not much to say about that game because I was half-watching it while nervously finding ways to keep busy. From what I did see, it was the kind of close, tight game I was expecting going into the series. Now, it's off to the Conference Finals again and, likely, to the Finals beyond. I don't expect the Pistons to make it easy on my nerves but neither Cleveland or New Jersey can hang with them for long. If, of course, they show up to play.


This is probably only of interest to other people that have a blog but I'm liking the new auto-save feature Blogger put in today. It's supposedly going to save a draft of any post for you so you don't lose any posts to crashes or whatever. I haven't found much use for it yet but since I tend to write my posts in another program entirely (Which also, by the way, helps to explain why I tend to post in lumps. I write them up, edit them, and then move them over to a browser en mass even though I work on them throughout the day/night.) because I want to redundantly archive them and because I've lost way too many forum posts and e-mails over the years to one untimely glitch or another, it's nice to have around. What I don't like, however, is that they've moved the position of the buttons around. I have no proof but I swear the "Publish" button was on the right while the "Save as Draft" was on the left. I've nearly saved a post instead of publishing it several times now because, after 500 odd posts, it's almost a reflex click. Oh well, I've been meaning to tinker around with Greasemonkey some more and this seems to be something it's tailor made for.


Tomorrow, though.


For now?


Tonight's script: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Too weird to live and too rare to die sounds about right for tonight. I'm in bat country, after all.


Script Frenzy: The Project Explained

I mentioned yesterday that I'm trying to write a comic book script to prepare for Script Frenzy. I'm doing this partly because I've always wanted to and, until I took a closer look at the rules, was thinking about doing a graphic novel in June. And partly because comics are nearly as visual a medium as film and I think that's something I need to work on if I'm going to write a successful script.


I also mentioned that, like any good comic fan, I've long wanted to write a comic book. And I've got plenty of ideas kicking around just waiting for the opportunity. Like anything I do, they're involved, convoluted, and probably way too much effort involved for the meager returns. I've got enough material, I think, to populate several universes by now because, for me, most of the fun lays in building not exploring these fictional worlds. Although, like most comic fans, most of those ideas are by and large, crap (Because the trick in good comics isn't in the ideas, it's in the craft. And I have absolutely no idea about that because I don't have the experience.).


The comic I want to write is really just a part of a much larger story I'd eventually like to get around to telling, if I could ever make sense of it. Since it involves a cast of thousands, literally, and spans decades, I doubt I'll ever iron everything out enough for it all to make sense – I can set up lots of interesting things but getting them successfully resolves is much harder – if only in my head, let alone settling down long enough to put it all down in writing. Where, of course, the beautiful ideas that float around my head like fiery butterflies never seem to come out as amazing as I envisioned them.


It's really, if you're going to reduce it down to the basic level, Sausaletus Rex's “mutants done right”. Because it's about what happens when a bunch of ordinary people start to develop weird and fantastic powers. Powers that give them the opportunity, if not the inclination to reshape their world. Because, unlike the common take that, say, the X-Men are a metaphor about race or sexuality, I' d view it as a metaphor for growing up. It's about responsibility, about accepting it and dealing with it and what happens when you're handed it and realize that there's no one smarter, stronger, older, wiser, or experienced to turn to, it's in your hands. In other words, being an adult. And handing people these awesome powers the world has never seen before, powers that make them feared and envied, would serve as a way of dealing with that in a 4-Color, solve your problems by punching them way.


That would be the overriding theme. Although, as you can imagine for such a moving epic there'd be plenty of interwoven threads and motifs. The actual plot starts with a single person (A girl at the moment. It's been a boy, at times, depending on how I'm feeling) who, while away at summer camp, stumbles across a mysterious alien device.


What it is wouldn't be made clear right away but it would be, essentially, an alien probe, one of a vast number sent out across the universe to gather and collect data by an extremely advanced civilization. Not an alien civilization in the Star Trek, “people with funny stuff on their noses” way but more like the unfathomably, unknowably other of Lem or Clarke. So far advanced that the technology of the probe is nothing we could currently understand. The aliens would consider them no more important than we would a satellite but, to us, they'd be extraordinarily advanced, artificially intelligent computers capable of analyzing, recording, and even manipulating forces we've never even dreamed of. They've seeded the universe with these probes for some purpose which I might or might not ever get around to detailing. But, for some reason, the probe the young girl uncovers is damaged and, in an attempt to repair itself, it somehow bonds with her.


The probes are intelligent, in a strange, inhuman machine way but in an attempt to record the girl (Or to reboot its core programming. Again, this is the sort of detail I'd need to work out.), this probe would develop a consciousness. A conscience. And the young girl would be able to, if not control, then direct it.


This being a comic book and the girl being the decent sort, the first thing she thinks to do with is to help people and fight crime. Back in her hometown, it quickly becomes a sensation and the early part of the story would follow those characters trying to figure the unexplained events saving lives and stopping disasters. The probe would, by this time, have adopted a human form, mimicking that of the girl which would possess what amounts to telekinesis (There'd be some kind of psuedo-scientific explanation because, after all, it's all derived from the fantastic alien technology.). I'm a little weary of making yet another Superman pastiche, but that's effectively what it would be – just as an incredibly alien machine intelligence being driven by a little girl (So, I guess, it's more like Captain Marvel. But I mean, the malfunctioning probe would display the standard tropes of super-strength, super-speed, invulnerability, and flight. I'd really play up the TK, though, in order to set it apart.). As it was slowly unveiled and sighted publically more and more, the girl would eventually take to dressing it up as a superhero.


At the same time, other superpowered individuals would begin to crop up. I don't think I'd ever explicitly state it, preferring to leave the characters room to come up with their own – conflicting, of course – explanations but, for my own purposes, the malfunctioning alien probe would be sending out some kind of strange radiation which, in the hands of a sentient creature, is capable of rewritting reality. With humans, or at least a select handful, it tends to alter them according to their innermost desires or fantasies or even just subconscious whims. And it's those people who'd start to take up the spandex tights. There'd be a handful, at first, some who'd be very public, some who'd try to stay hidden, including a government sponsored, military hero, a fame-hungry failed actor using their powers to become a wealthy star, a juvenile teleporter with a penchant for pulling “Punk'd” style pranks, and more.


Some good, some bad, but the conflicts between them would drive the plot for a while. And they'd accept the malfunctioning probe as just another empowered human. However, the government wouldn't. In fact, they'd know early on that the probe was something alien and dangerous. And they'd take steps to control and eventually contain what they, somewhat correctly, view as the beginning of an alien invasion. They end up basically outlawing the superpowered (The tensions would be simmering in the background for a while but shoved to the forefront thanks to some blunders and revelations – like how one of the high profile superhumans is, in fact, an elementary school age kid able to transform into various superpower forms. It sounds a lot like Captain Marvel, again, but I'd hopefully be able to carve out something distinctive. But also because all the superpowered people would be cropping up in America, in the girl's hometome, to be precise, and that would be ratcheting up international tensions and making the U.S. government increasingly paranoid.) individuals and rounding them up for imprisonment, study, or service like the military sponsored hero. That's when the shadowy government agency that's been hounding the superhumans for a while – they'll have been charged with defending the nation from alien threats, perhaps – reveals their secret weapon: a superhuman of their own. A young girl, let's call her the Agent, whose bruising strength tears through the other superphumans as they're rounded up.


Eventually the superheroes will punch their way out of that mess with the shocking revelation that the Agent isn't actually a superhuman. She's not actually a human at all. She's another alien probe (This would be the point in the story where the whole probe thing would become, if not public, but common knowledge. I just don't know if I'd have doled it out to the readers or not.). One of several that's been unearthed over the years and experimented on. They'd somehow caused one of the probes to undergo a transformation not unlike the malfunctioning one (Although not bonded to anyone) giving it a human appearance which the scientists have been raising as human and training as a secret government operative. Not knowing she was an alien probe the Agent didn't have access to the full powers of the malfunctioning probe. The two meet up and the malfunctioning probe is able to overwrite the programming of the government's probe with its own (Or something. Again, I know the main plot points but the details of getting from point 1A to point 1B are where things fall apart.), creating, in effect, a duplicate of itself.


Things calm down with the secret agency discredited, the anti-superpowered laws repealed, and everyone trying to go back to normal, with the young girl from camp that started the whole thing originally in control of not one but two alien probes. But, eventually, the Agent's original personality asserts itself. Only with the knowledge that she's not actually human but but something alien. And incredibly powerful. Feeling abused and abandoned by the scientists, by the government, by the girl, by her sister probe, she sets out for revenge.


And that's where the story I want to tell picks up. Because it would be all about the Agent preparing and launching an attack not just on those who've wronged her but humanity itself (There'd be, perhaps, some foreshadowing that not being damaged, she'd uncovered some of the probes original programming which would be a lot more sinister than originally thought, perhaps.). Because it's a section that shouldn't be very talky yet filled with a lot of ominous portent and Akira style destruction.


Um, yes, so just explaining the backstory of what I'm planning took longer than I expected. I kinda ran out of steam there at the end, in case you can't tell. The scary part would be that what I'm calling the Agent here (In case it's not obvious, I suck at names and they're usually the last thing I add to a work. I just don't think in proper nouns. So, I know exactly which character I'm talking about, I just don't have a good name for her/it.) attacking is only the climax of the first, say, third of this story. They story would go on to have the Agent decimate the superhumans before being stopped and apparently killed by the original malfunctioning probe which would depart for parts unknown. Some time later, a second “generation” of superhumans, much larger than the first, would crop up (Ostensibly, in mind at least, because of the fall out from the battle with the Agent.) eventually prompting a return to harsh government regulation. They'd be absolutely terrified of another attack by the aliens and seek out the malfunctioning probe. Then eventually break up into various camps which would each try to have their own next “generation” of superhumans. More stuff happens, they save the world a few times, until they're finally eliminated by humans and I do some cosmic, time and plot warping stuff to make “sense” of it all.


Like I said, way complicated. Which is why I'm going to focus on just that one particular slice of the story where the Agent's making her plans and committing to her initial attack. I'm not sure just how many pages it's going to cover. I don't think I can string it out into a full issue or 22 pages worth and I might just go for a smaller, more Brittish 8 page, serial kind of thing. Or I might just not care about page count at all and just take however long I think it'll take to tell. Hopefully, we'll get around to that tomorrow but I think I've said enough for tonight.

The Decline of Western Civilization Continues

Okay, so when I heard that they were developing a show based on those kinda, sorta, used to be amusing before being rammed down my throat Geico ads with the Kirok relatives (I like a good anachronism as much as the next guy.) I wasn't overly concerned. Dozens, hundreds of shows get put into development every year. Some get as far as making pilots but the vast majority die a lonely death in some executive meeting somewhere. Given the crap that actually makes it on the air, it's shocking but what actually gets produced is the cream of a very large crop. One more wacky pitch idea getting the greenlight isn't much to note.


But now I've come to find out that it's actually going on the air. “Thought-provoking social commentary on race relations,” my ass. This is the third or fourth sign of the apocalypse, I'm sure, and we'll soon all be enslaved by the nameless ones returning from their eons long slumber amongst the stars.


It's called, oh so imaginitively, Cavemen and it'll be on the ABC schedule this fall. I can't actually be bothered to look up exactly when. Fortunately, my response seems to be a common one, jugding from other online reactions my google-net has dredged up, so maybe it'll die a quick death and be the butt of jokes for a long, long time to come. The idea of product placement as not just a feature but the motivating force behind entertainment is really not something I want to see brought along much further. Beyond that righteous indignation, I'm really not sure that the series can work. The comercials are quirky and, at least originally, amusing but that's from 30 second bursts. I don't think that off-beat tone can work over a 30 minute episode (Well, alright, 22 minutes.) and, moreover, I'm not sure the underlying dramatic tension of “hey, it's cavemen! And they don't act like it at all!” lasts over the long haul. If you don't have that psuedo-ironic disconnect then you don't have much of a premise, at all.

This Is What Happens When Republicans Run the Country

My jaw is still unhinged about the Comey testimony. I mean, you have the “if Ashcroft's stomach was turning” factor. And the keystone cops story of the hospital visit gets more and more bizarre the more I learn about it. But, on top of all that, you have the president refusing to answer questions about whether he arranged the whole thing. No one's flat out said it yet, but as I read Comey's testimony, it seems awfully clear that the president was the one on the phone to Mr. Ashcroft's wife. And, at the very least, the whole sordid affair happened with his approval.


Mr. Greenwald's piece at Salon should, as Atrios said, be required reading at this point for anyone who doubts that there's serious, criminal wrong-doing here. And the sorriest failure of all is that of big media. They've only now just woken up. It's about damn time, really, but it's not the time for looking at the actions and inactions of the press in bringing us to our present state. It's the time to press them into getting to the bottom of this. And seeing just how far up the rot goes.

You Broke Our Heart, Fredo

Looks like there's gong to be a push in the Senate to hold a vote of confidence on the embattled Attorney General. That just might be the kiss of death although, outside the bubble, it's hard to know just what the decider will make of it. But, I'd hope, if ever such a vote was held the answer would be the latest resounding “NO!” trying to crack that protective, anti-reality shell. And with the sacrificial AG out of the way, then some of these bodyblows can start landing where they really matter.


It's not quite a done deal, thanks to the Democrat's razor thin margin in that body. Because of the Senate's, frankly, bizarre parliamentary rules that allow for things like fillabusters, it's likely to require 60 votes just to get to the floor. And you won't get that far with a partyline vote. So, this might be yet another promising move to check the administration's power (Only symbolically, unfortunately. But, hey, every battle won shifts the line a bit further. And that line really, really needs to be shifted.).


However, there are several Republicans on record as saying that Gonzales should resign. If it comes to a floor vote, I don't think there can be any doubt about the outcome. The danger is that the conservatives are going to try and kill this one quietly to avoid embarrassing the president. Or themselves. Or even just to preserve the punching bag that is Gonzales in the hopes of further running out the clock. But it wouldn't take many defections from the other side of the isle to get it done. This might be just the opportunity the moderate Republicans are looking for to put some breathing room between themselves and the president. It just might be the moment to put the pressure on them and ask where their loyalties really lie. With the administration's latest fiasco. Or with the interests of the republic. Just the time to really put the screws to them and see if they have any courage at all.

NHL: Why Bring Osgood Back?

Got into one of those stupid bar discussions the other day. The starting point was a shot of Osgood on the bench cooling his heels while Hasek was cooling off the opposition. And the, brilliantly phrased, thesis to which I took exception was something along the lines of “Why did the Wings – who totally suck, by the way – bring that guy back. It's not like he was any good the first time around.”


Unfortunately, I am amongst the heathens, far from the friendly borders of Hockeytown, USA (Which, I know, is the lamest attempt at self-aggrandizement ever. But, yeah, in the heady air of the mid-90s it really did seem like the city turned on the edge of a skate blade.) so I felt compelled to defend the honor of Chris Osgood. He did, after all, only win a Cup for the Wings. The second one. The one for Konstantinov. Against the Caps in '98. And, I'll maintain to this day that the injuries to Osgood were what kpet the team from a three-peat in '99. Or at least beating the Avalanche, which would have been just as good.


But the reason he was brought back for a second stint, even after being traded away is that, for a reliable back-up, he's affordable, and he's well known by the Wings. He started with them, won a few Cups with them, and if he wants to go out of the league a Wing, they'll probably be more than happy to let him.


It's hard for me to think of the baby-faced Osgood as a veteran but he's been in the league for 16 years now, and while he's not exactly headed to the Hall of Fame, he's been a pretty consistent performer. He's only costing the Wings for 900k a year for the past few years (I believe his contract's up after this season.). Which, even with the salary cap adjustments, still a good price for a quality backup.


Maybe it's just because I've been following the Wings for a while but, if you ask me, the team's biggest weakness has always been goaltending. For whatever reason, forwards, defensemen, centers, the Wings found them readily but drafting, developing a goaltender was beyond their reach. That still hasn't changed, really, but the team's fortunes did once the Wings started bringing in the high-priced names, starting with Vernon, through trades or free-agency. Maybe fans raised on a diet of Vernon followed by Randford, by Joseph, by Hasek look at the netminder with a calm stomach but, not me. I lived through the Dead Wing era, when the best we could scrape up were goaltenders like Cheveldae. Who was a journeyman goalie but not exactly someone who could backstop a team to the cup. And as the worst seasons of the 80s faded and the Wings started to make noise in the early 90s, it was clear that was exactly what they were going to need to take that step up to the next level.


It's odd, now, with more than a decade of continued success behind them but at the time, the Wings were a young, upstart team trying to crack the playoff riddle and break the second-longest Cup drought ever. The Madison Square Garden chants of “1940!” resonated in Joe Lewis and, if the Rangers could break their forty~fifty year lack of a championship, the feeling was that, maybe, just maybe, these promising Wings might too, someday. Like they've been the past few years, they were big teases in the playoffs, losing to lower seeded teams with frightening regularity but there was just something about them.


So, it seemed appropriate that emerging right along with the Wings was a young, promising goaltender. One homegrown, right out of the Wing's farm club in the Adirondack. Osgood. He gave everyone hope that he might just have been that last, missing ingredient needed for a Cup. His playoff debut, in '94 was something of a disappointment, as the #1 seeded, and heavily favored, Wings went down to defeat against the two years out from expansion Sharks. A gaffe by Osgood pretty much handed the series to the Sharks. But his emergence as the Wings' go-to-goalie during the regular season was, in large part, what got them the #1 seed to begin with. The year after, the team was Vernon's and it ended with a loss in the Cup Finals against New Jersey.


Osgood never really lived up to the promise of those first few seasons. But, now, looking back over his career, it's easy to forget he was, at the time, considered to be really, really good. The tandem of Osgood and Vernon won the Jennings Trophy – given to the goaltenders of the team with the lowest GAA – for the '95~96 season. And I thought he'd won the Vezina trophy that year, too, although this says it was Jim Carey for the Capitols. A lot of that was the team he was playing in front of but I've seen the Wings with mediocre goalies and, that was never Osgood. He might not ever be the best goalie to ever wear the winged wheel but he's one of the good ones.