You can’t get the sarcasm from an excerpt of the play. Get to know the character as a whole.

To those who have posted to this saying that OVI is a dirty player, PLEASE! If you want to see a dirty play/player look at what happened in the Caps vs. FLA game last night. After a totally good clean hit, Alexander Giroux was attacked from behind coming up the ice away from the FLA bench. That is the kind of things that needs to be taken out of this great game. Not a hit like OVI had in which he is leading with his body and the guy moves out of the way at the last split second, these things will happen. While it looked bad and can cause injury it happens and like one person suggested “what should we do just take hitting altogether out of the game!?” OVI plays the game as hard and with more intensity then just about anyone in the game today and is something that can not be changed.
For those who have said that you are wrong or stupid for comparing OVI to the greatest to ever play, chill out! In my opinion I agree with you Ted, but I think we should all just wait and see when OVI is done playing where he ranks.

First in the division and First in the EAST!
LET’S GO CAPS!!!!!

The reason Eric Lindros’ career was cut short is because he never got out of his junior habit of skating through center ice with his head down. He got used to doing that in junior because of his enormous advantage in size and strength. Once he got to the NHL this habit resulted in him getting absolutely destroyed a few times, which lead to his concussion problems. Ovie always keeps his head up and sees hits coming. It’s the reason all these threats to put him in his place have not materialized. Every time I’ve seen someone try to lay him out he sees them coming and the aggressor ends up getting the worst of it.

Yes, Ovie is not playing the puck when he hits. Duh! He’s playing the body. Ever heard of this term, “coach”? Hits are allowed in hockey. If you were really involved in the game for 30 years you would know this.

And yes, he absolutely is one of the best ever. Anyone who actually is involved in hockey has said that. If you actually knew the game as well as you claim you would agree.

You missed Ted’s point entirely. Mario was an amazing player, but he was nowhere near as fast or physical as Ovechkin so it’s you who doesn’t know jack about hockey. They have completely different styles of play. The player today that’s most similar to Mario is Malkin. Also, to waives statistics from a different era around as some kind of proof is just more proof that indeed it’s you who doesn’t know jack about hockey.

Jim Kelley’s article on this issue in SI, which I just read, is most disgusting screed I’ve ever read in professional sports media and is so far beyond reason that it boggles the mind. To say that Ovechkin always hits dirty, to say that his knee on knee hit on Gleason was intentional (and even to see an attempted elbow in there somewhere) and to top it all off with comparing Ovechkin to reprehensible acts of violence by the likes of Bertuzzi, McSorley and Simon, none of which had anything to do with the game of hockey, is just absolutely ridiculous.

What annoys me the most is that all these so called pundits always whined about Russian players not being physical enough calling them all kinds of derogatory names for it. Along comes a Russian that hits and we get this garbage.

Sarcastic? Bullcrap.

Literature Network » William Shakespeare » Hamlet » Act 1. Scene III

Act 1. Scene III

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SCENE III. A room in Polonius’ house.

Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
LAERTES
My necessaries are embark’d: farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

OPHELIA
Do you doubt that?

LAERTES
For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

OPHELIA
No more but so?

LAERTES
Think it no more;
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster’d importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself ‘scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

OPHELIA
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.

LAERTES
O, fear me not.
I stay too long: but here my father comes.

Enter POLONIUS

A double blessing is a double grace,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

LORD POLONIUS
Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

>> This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. <<

Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!

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There is NOTHING sarcastic in that quote.

Trolls… jeez.