Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: fate
This phrase “control their destiny” has been flying around a lot lately, not only about the Sharks. People like to add “own,” as in “their own destiny.” I suppose whose destiny it is can’t be emphasized enough.
As the last ditch scramble for the playoffs rises to a fever pitch, a few NHL teams are still in make or break mode. As a fan, I am nearly catatonic, it is so stressful. Before I crawl back under my desk to chew on my sleeve, I wanted to say something about the word “destiny” and this idea of controlling your own or anyone else’s. Several writers have started questioning the use of the word:
Stephen Whyno @SWhyno: “Grammar qualm: #Caps control their own fate to make playoffs. Not destiny. You can’t control destiny. Thank you.”
Finding a substitute is no small task. The problem is not only grammatical, it is philosophical. Don’t get your hopes up, I will not solve the second problem here but I might throw some light on the grammar part.
Yesterday I explained why I expected the Sharks to lose in Dallas, including a preposterous theory that every season they will lose six in a row with the last loss being to the Oilers. And still the Sharks lost. What happened to me being usually wrong?
How am I supposed to do this if they change the rules and don’t tell me? It isn’t that I imagine I cause an outcome by speaking of it. I don’t take jinxes that seriously. No, I’ve just always felt like a terrible meteorologist, believing fair weather is coming when really there a big dumping rain storm on the way and vice versa.
I wasn’t heartbroken about last night’s game. My Twitter feed felt differently:
Jon D. Allred @Jon_Allred: “#SJSharks had several chances to win this game. But when they can’t hold a lead or score on a 4-on-3 pp in OT, they didn’t deserve a win.”
The Sharks aren’t using the word “fragile” anymore. They aren’t talking about the sanctity of three. I think those are good things. Now I hear the phrase “in a rut” which feels like a gross understatement but maybe I should think of it as hopeful. Getting out of a rut is easier than hoping someone finds you before you suffocate face down in a ditch next to a muddy back road.
Jeremy Roenick thinks Sharks fans should be in a panic. Way ahead of you, buddy, already singing “Que Sera, Sera” because hey, this is just a game, I’m not on the team, I can’t be getting my head all screwed up over it.
Which is another way of saying I am so far down in the doldrums that I can’t even be bothered to look for the light. Some fans are still cussing and kicking. That’s nice.