roubenhead - (Ron Rouben)

Member since January 10, 2009

Calgary, AB

Habs fan since: 1974
Favorite current player: Eric Cole
All-time favorite player: Ken Dryden

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In the immortal words of legendary broadcaster Danny Gallivan: "Time is becoming a factor."

Recent Comments

  • Comment on About last night … with audio (2011-12-01 02:58:43)
    I hold on to things. That is part of my problem. I hold onto grudges, I dwell on petty injustices committed against me, I clutch tightly those insignificant events that better adjusted people have the presence of mind to release from their consciousness. My terrible ability to hold onto these memories, however, is also largely responsible for the fact that I remain a Habs fan to this day. Any logical person will tell you that I shouldn't be...hell, I haven't lived in Montreal in twelve years and to be honest the on_ice product just hasn't been that captivating. Who can forget, though, all those Stanley Cups that were brought home during my formative years? Yes, these sweet, sweet victories left an indelible stamp on me...or so I thought. I had assigned to my heroes Ken Dryden, Larry Robinson, Steve Shutt, and Bob Gainey a status reserved by others only for deities. I was positively obsessed with the Habs and and this fascination lasted a good long while. I find, dismayingly so, that my interest is waning now. The Montreal Canadiens no longer seem to deserve the amount of time that I spend following their exploits (or lack of them). Don't get me wrong. I am no better than they are. In fact, I am a crackhead, a thief, a whoremonger, a hypocrite, a liar...basically a person of ill repute. The one thing that I do have going for me however is that I give it all i've got every night at work. For that reason and probably that reason alone, my fans have stuck by me despite my obvious shortcomings. So while i can be counted upon to relapse occasionally, i can also be deemed worthy of "leaving it all on the ice" each and every shift. And while i do not have any natural ability at what i do (which is to cook) everyone knows just how much i care about every dish that i send out to our guests. I wear my heart on my sleeve so it is pretty much public knowledge that i am crushed when i undercook a piece of halibut or underseason a salad. I have been known to leave the kitchen in search of dissatisfied guests so that i may offer a genuine apology for a sub-par performance. These types of negative incidents will happen in any business but it is inexcusable when it is the result of a lack of passion or of effort. My employers and colleagues have seen me at my best and at my worst and have decided that my dedication to the cause justifies their continued allegiance. I think about their loyalty a lot and am very, very grateful for it. At the risk of sounding cocky, though, i feel that i have done my part in earning it. The Habs have not done much recently to earn my continued support. It is time for this storied franchise to stop assuming that past glories will continue to rivet me as a fan and supporter of this once proud organization. My therapist will be very happy to hear that I am just about ready to drop a bad habit. In the immortal words of legendary broadcaster Danny Gallivan: "Time is becoming a factor."
  • Comment on At long last, Sid returns to Montreal (2011-11-26 04:06:51)
    I hold on to things. That is part of my problem. I hold onto grudges, I dwell on petty injustices committed against me, I clutch tightly those insignificant events that better adjusted people have the presence of mind to release from their consciousness. My terrible ability to hold onto these memories, however, is also largely responsible for the fact that I remain a Habs fan to this day. Any logical person will tell you that I shouldn't be...hell, I haven't lived in Montreal in twelve years and to be honest the on_ice product just hasn't been that captivating. Who can forget, though, all those Stanley Cups that were brought home during my formative years? Yes, these sweet, sweet victories left an indelible stamp on me...or so I thought. I had assigned to my heroes Ken Dryden, Larry Robinson, Steve Shutt, and Bob Gainey a status reserved by others only for deities. I was positively obsessed with the Habs and and this fascination lasted a good long while. I find, dismayingly so, that my interest is waning now. The Montreal Canadiens no longer seem to deserve the amount of time that I spend following their exploits (or lack of them). Don't get me wrong. I am no better than they are. In fact, I am a crackhead, a thief, a whoremonger, a hypocrite, a liar...basically a person of ill repute. The one thing that I do have going for me however is that I give it all i've got every night at work. For that reason and probably that reason alone, my fans have stuck by me despite my obvious shortcomings. So while i can be counted upon to relapse occasionally, i can also be deemed worthy of "leaving it all on the ice" each and every shift. And while i do not have any natural ability at what i do (which is to cook) everyone knows just how much i care about every dish that i send out to our guests. I wear my heart on my sleeve so it is pretty much public knowledge that i am crushed when i undercook a piece of halibut or underseason a salad. I have been known to leave the kitchen in search of dissatisfied guests so that i may offer a genuine apology for a sub-par performance. These types of negative incidents will happen in any business but it is inexcusable when it is the result of a lack of passion or of effort. My employers and colleagues have seen me at my best and at my worst and have decided that my dedication to the cause justifies their continued allegiance. I think about their loyalty a lot and am very, very grateful for it. At the risk of sounding cocky, though, i feel that i have done my part in earning it. The Habs have not done much recently to earn my continued support. It is time for this storied franchise to stop assuming that past glories will continue to rivet me as a fan and supporter of this once proud organization. My therapist will be very happy to hear that I am just about ready to drop a bad habit. In the immortal words of legendary broadcaster Danny Gallivan: "Time is becoming a factor."
  • Comment on Audio: About this afternoon … (Reader’s Digest version) (2011-11-26 00:25:38)
    I hold on to things. That is part of my problem. I hold onto grudges, I dwell on petty injustices committed against me, I clutch tightly those insignificant events that better adjusted people have the presence of mind to release from their consciousness. My terrible ability to hold onto these memories, however, is also largely responsible for the fact that I remain a Habs fan to this day. Any logical person will tell you that I shouldn't be...hell, I haven't lived in Montreal in twelve years and to be honest the on_ice product just hasn't been that captivating. Who can forget, though, all those Stanley Cups that were brought home during my formative years? Yes, these sweet, sweet victories left an indelible stamp on me...or so I thought. I had assigned to my heroes Ken Dryden, Larry Robinson, Steve Shutt, and Bob Gainey a status reserved by others only for deities. I was positively obsessed with the Habs and and this fascination lasted a good long while. I find, dismayingly so, that my interest is waning now. The Montreal Canadiens no longer seem to deserve the amount of time that I spend following their exploits (or lack of them). Don't get me wrong. I am no better than they are. In fact, I am a crackhead, a thief, a whoremonger, a hypocrite, a liar...basically a person of ill repute. The one thing that I do have going for me however is that I give it all i've got every night at work. For that reason and probably that reason alone, my fans have stuck by me despite my obvious shortcomings. So while i can be counted upon to relapse occasionally, i can also be deemed worthy of "leaving it all on the ice" each and every shift. And while i do not have any natural ability at what i do (which is to cook) everyone knows just how much i care about every dish that i send out to our guests. I wear my heart on my sleeve so it is pretty much public knowledge that i am crushed when i undercook a piece of halibut or underseason a salad. I have been known to leave the kitchen in search of dissatisfied guests so that i may offer a genuine apology for a sub-par performance. These types of negative incidents will happen in any business but it is inexcusable when it is the result of a lack of passion or of effort. My employers and colleagues have seen me at my best and at my worst and have decided that my dedication to the cause justifies their continued allegiance. I think about their loyalty a lot and am very, very grateful for it. At the risk of sounding cocky, though, i feel that i have done my part in earning it. The Habs have not done much recently to earn my continued support. It is time for this storied franchise to stop assuming that past glories will continue to rivet me as a fan and supporter of this once proud organization. My therapist will be very happy to hear that I am just about ready to drop a bad habit. In the immortal words of legendary broadcaster Danny Gallivan: "Time is becoming a factor."