Brawl of the Season (Well, this week, at least)

So I went to check the hockey scores from last night (the Pens won, in overtime, but so did the Devils) and I see this headline on ESPN.com:

The Sabres and Senators went to a shootout, but all the action was in the second period. All 12 players on the ice were involved in a five-minute brawl that results in 100 penalty minutes, bother goalies getting ejected and a 20-minute delay. Buffalo won 6-5.

True to Internet fashion, I was able to track down the entire video on YouTube in less than 30 seconds. You can view it and have a good laugh here. My personal favorite is when Lindy Ruff and Bryan Murray start screaming at each other from their benches right over the top of some poor newscaster.

Just be sure to watch it with the sound turned on - it only makes it better.

"Oh! Here come the goalies! Masks are coming off, folks! Buckle up!"

Ahhh, priceless.

Speaking of the wonder that is the Internet, though...You know, I've spent the last few years of my life working with the Internet and building applications and such that run entirely over the Internet. It's a wonderful thing. Yet, sometimes, even I get taken aback at some of the cool stuff you can do. Quick example...

I was talking to my dad the other day and, apparently, my grandma's health hasn't been doing so well. I figured it'd be a good time to send her some flowers. Keep in mind that I seldom get to see my grandma and, when I do, it's never at her house, but at other relatives (primarily my sister's place). So I've never even seen the place she's living, now. It's been a number of years since I've even driven through the area.

First step, I'm on the phone with my dad and I ask him for Grandma's address. He starts to hunt through the phone book - oh wait, first he has to find the phonebook. While that's happening, it occurs to me that I'm standing in front of my computer. Whitepages.com. Toss in my grandma's last name and the city she lives in. I have her address in moments. Don't worry about it, Dad. I've already got her address.

Fast forward a day. Now I need to find a nearby florist - and believe me, there are no florists in "Sticksville, Wisconsin". Google Maps. Search for Grandma's address. Click the "Search nearby" link. Enter "florist". Spot a likely candidate in "City vaguely near Sticksville, Wisconsin". Click on "More Info". Click on the "Get Directions" button. Enter my Grandma's address (which was saved, so I didn't have to enter anything, at all). Look at the directions.

I've already got the phone number of the florist, so I give 'em a ring. I talk to this lovely old lady that must be typing things out in morse code as it takes her an age and a half to take down the address of my Grandma's place. I ask if they deliver that far. She says, "Hmmm...it's a Sticksville address. Any idea how far it is?"

"16.3 miles, I respond."

I wonder if I should have given her driving directions, too.

Go, go Gadget Internet!