Today y’all are going to learn two very important people in hockey history.
One of them is Willie Eldon O’Ree. He was born in New Brunswick in 1935 which makes him 81 years old. In 1958 he was called up to the Boston Bruins and became the first black player in the NHL.
Coming eleven years after the integration of Major League Baseball with Jackie Robinson, Willie O’Ree became the first black NHL player, but he was not the first to break the color barrier in the NHL. That honor belongs to Chinese Canadian, Larry Kwong – born Eng Kai Geong in Vernon, British Columbia in 1923 (making him 93). He was the first person of Asian descent and first person of color to play in the NHL just one year after Jackie Robinson integrated baseball (1948). He played for the New York Rangers.
Larry Kwong was called up to the Rangers in March of ‘48 where he only saw the ice in the 3rd period for a very short amount of time. Unfortunately this was his only NHL ice time as he was soon sent back down. Despite being the leading scorer for the Rangers’ farm team, he was never called back up. He then left to play hockey in Canada’s senior leagues. He later moved to Switzerland and coached hockey there where he became the first person of Chinese descent to coach a professional hockey team (and he also became a tennis coach).
Willie O’Ree, however, impacted the NHL strongly as a person of color as he had more opportunities and playing time. Despite only having 5% of vision in his right eye that he hid, O’Ree was called up to the Bruins to replace an injured player. His first game he played for the Bruins was against the longtime rivals, the Montreal Canadiens, in January of 1958. He only played two games that year and then came back for 43 games in 1961. In his time playing, he said that racist remarks from fans were much worse in the United States than they were in Toronto or Montreal. However, he spent most of his career in the minor leagues and one of the teams he spent time with, the San Diego Gulls (now AHL affiliate for the Anaheim Ducks), retired his number.
After Willie O’Ree played in the NHL, the next black player didn’t even come until 1974 when the Washington Capitals drafted Mike Marson. Now there are currently 23 active black NHL players. The NHL teams are now required to have diversity training before each season and racist remarks are not tolerated and can warrant fines and suspensions. He is a part of the NHL/USA Hockey Diversity Task Force that helps out youth hockey programs. Just this past season, Joel Ward (another black NHLer) of the San Jose Sharks said that O’Ree was one of his role models and that there should be a league-wide retirement of his number (22) just like there was a league-wide retirement of Jackie Robinson’s number. I agree.
a d&d group who have only ever played virtually are forced to meet up and join forces when it seems their dm has gone missing. the group is comprised of beautiful popular athlete pretending to be a dork online, a dork pretending to be a beautiful popular athlete online, a stereotypical lives-in-his-mother’s-basement gamer who’s secretly rich, and the dm’s brother who doesn’t know the dm is his sister – they’ve never even exchanged real names online. halfway through their search they realize the dm sent them on a wild goose chase on purpose to give them the thrill of a real-life adventure. three quarters of the way through they realize that through the actions the dm set up for them to take, they’re actually being framed for a crime she committed.
Unrealistic premise, it requires players to actually follow the DM’s beautifully crafted plan for more than five minutes, zero stars
yeah, these are D&D players. they’re just going to steal the first dog they see and then burn down a grocery store.
i just discovered a youtube channel that does entirely live action remakes of spongebob episodes to get around the fact that you cant post the actual episodes
and theres actually a lot of effort put into this?????
Team Revengers really is the winning team, if for no other reason than the power of friendship. Like Thor’s gunna roll up to earth with a spaceship full of people who love him and meet up with his team like “Hey guys, this is my new friend Valkyrie, and my new friend Korg, and my new friend Miek, and of course you know Heimdal, oh and I found Hulk, too! Its so good to have friends!” meanwhile Tony’s only friend is a teenager and Steve’s been eating rocks in a cave alone for a year. Team Thor all the way.
Team Stark on this post: Uhhh excuse you, Tony has tons of friends! The most friends! Like at least 6! but he still deserves so much more bc he’s amazing and a sad bb!! D:
calling women “crazy” because they don’t do as they are told/what you expect them to do is pure woman-hatred.
news flash! women are PEOPLE. with their own unique personalities and will.
fuck kermit and his sorry green ass.
men ain’t shit.
no matter the species.
i can’t tell if this is serious or not
miss piggy was physically, emotionally, sexually and verbally abusive towards him for decades
are people really trying to shift all the blame onto kermit for finally breaking up with her
also they’re fucking fictional puppets in a probably-temporary breakup manufactured to stir up interest in the new series, none of this is actually real
I think you mean “Dee Derscerse”
TEDEE IN DEE DERSCERSE
A TUMBLR HINGA DURGEN MISSU PIGGY IN DE BREEKIP WIT DE KERMIE
I got an anon prompting me for more Fingros. I’ll get to it soon (…it’s a good prompt!) but clearly I’ve been letting the side down so here’s some garbage I wrote ages ago for partner in crime @imindhowwelayinjune while we were doing Treat Me Soft. It’s literally just this but with the OTP. Sorry not sorry.
“Alright,” Fingon said, hoping he sounded soothing and not vaguely panicked. The surgeries were done. No complications, the healers had assured him. Everything had gone as well as could be expected and Maedhros was as healthy as anyone in his situation could be. Which was not close to healthy enough, Fingon thought, his heart aching. “Eat the lembas.“
you’re a bard who has had a really good life, overall. Relatively humble life, no terrible trauma, no complicated revenge plot, no evil relatives and no enemies worse than, “that’s Jeff, he’s a prick, but he makes a nice pudding, the wanker.”
At least until this jerk of a noble stole your dog. Now you are on a quest, In Search of the Good Boy.
The journey isnt exactly frought with danger, there’s a misunderstanding with a goblin whose startup food wagon business gets mistaken for some kind of extortion or toll booth, but boy howdy, if these kebabs she’s selling are extortion, you don’t mind one bit! You leave that encounter several silver less, with a bundle of delectable foodstuffs in hand. You take it upon yourself to tell people how delicious this goblins food is. Then you set up camp in a field, and while you’re sitting by the campfire, wishing you had saved some of the goblin’s kebab for later, a couple of orcs emerge from the night to ask you to please put out your fire, there’s been a drought going on and there’s a severe risk of wildfires breaking out. They instead invite you to their farmhouse for the night, and are very pleasant company that brew wonderful tea.
Eventually, after many enjoyable encounters and after making many new friends, you finally reach the noble-who-took-your-dog’s house. You knock, and the noble in question, to your great surprise, answers the door themself.
They are much more good-looking up close than you thought they would be.
You explain why you’re there and they apologize profusely for the misunderstanding, because they thought your Good Pooch was a stray, and you hear barking and wagging and excited pup sounds as your dog races to greet you.
Your quest is complete. You have found The Good Boy.
Also the Noble asks you out, and then you eventually get married, and the orc farmers are there, and their farm is flourishing, and the goblin food wagon chef is there, and her business is booming thanks to your patronage, and now she has a brick and mortar restaurant that you and the Noble helped her to open.
just moving along like everyone else 