The last in our 118-part series.
The Stanley Cup
Lord Stanley’s Cup is the undisputed heavyweight champion of sporting trophies. Everyone knows all the reasons why: it’s the hardest to win; it’s passed on from team to team; it’s presented to the team captain (not the owner) on the ice (not in the dressing room later); it’s identified the world over and everyone knows immediately what its proper name is; it’s engraved with the names of everyone who’s won it (from the Rocket Richards to the Drew Millers); it’s freaking huge and weighs more than a guy with a previously undisclosed separated shoulder and 6 weeks of playoff wear and tear on his body should be lifting (but damned if Scotty Stevens wasn’t going to hoist it anyway). But here’s the real kicker with the Cup — there is nothing to prepare you for how stunningly beautiful it is in real life. We had the opportunity to have our pictures taken with the Cup after the Devils 2003 win. We’ll admit our enthusiasm for the event waned with each passing hour of standing in a lengthy line that never seemed to move. But when we got close enough to see the guest of honor, we suddenly understood what was taking so long. When you see the Cup, polished and especially shiny (we like to think it has a happier sheen when it’s graced with the names of your favorite team), there is nothing you can do but stand and gape with a ridiculous grin on your face. Each name is like a tiny pinprick of light in the glowing firmament of hockey history, each successive ring is a forged promise of the strong foundation of our favorite game, each engraved curlicue on the bowl is a filigreed embodiment of the grace and beauty of the game. And wrapped up in that trophy is a century of the hopes and dreams of every player and every fan who’s ever fallen in love with hockey.
And starting tomorrow, every team in the league is gunning for it!
Let me be the first to congratulate you on an amazing job with your Reasons To Love Hockey. I don’t know how I would have made it through the summer without this series. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, and your Reasons To Love Hockey became a part of the internet’s finest offerings. Seriously well done, ladies.
If the Sabres can’t win in all this year, I hope the Devils do!
We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, and your Reasons To Love Hockey became a part of the internet’s finest offerings. Seriously well done, ladies.
Awww… thanks! In accepting this award (there was an award, right?), I have to say that I didn’t think we’d be able to do it. Sometime in the mid-twenties we realized we only had about twenty-something reasons we love hockey, so this was quite a challenge. (Just kidding!) I’d like to thank hockey for having so many reasons we love it, and I’d like to thank the awesome Irregulars for being the greatest blog participants in the universe, and most of all I’d like to thank Pando for being secretly all 118 reasons I love hockey.
And if the Devils can’t win the Cup this year, I’ll cry. Oh wait, no, that’s not what I meant to say. I think I meant to say if the Devils can’t win it, it better be the Sabres. Or, I guess, any of the 29 teams whose names don’t rhyme with Blew Blork Blangers.
Woot!! I’m so glad I got to see the read all 118 reasons to love hockey before heading off into hockeyless land. And how better to end it than the Stanley Cup? I’m so impressed that you actually got through this. And fabulously
In other news, when I get back from my forthcoming vacation the hockey season will be in full swing, and hopefully the team of Taro Tsujimoto will be kicking ass. See you all in a couple weeks, folks.
Ooh, and I’m looking forward to the recaps that will be waiting when I get back, -Ookies!
Aw, thank you so much, Katebits! And thanks everyone for sharing in the Reasons fun! It was definitely like pulling teeth sometimes. We wrote up a big long list of things early in July but all summer long I’d look at it and go, “Nah, I can’t write anything about any of these things!” So we actually have about 15 or so more things we love about hockey but which we never got the get-up-and-go to write about (long outlet passes, d-men getting back to stop a breakaway, guys taping their sticks).
If the Sabres can’t win in all this year, I hope the Devils do!
And if the Devils can’t win it all this year, I hope the Sabres do! And that Staffy wins the Conn Smythe. So he can raise awareness of how flesh-eating zombies are just like you and me.
See you all in a couple weeks, folks.
Have a fantastic trip, Meg! I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get back! We’ll all take good care of the hockey season while you’re gone.
Meg, have a fantastic trip! Needless to say, we’ll miss you while you’re gone, but you’re right that everything will be in full swing when you get back! Teams will be getting into their grooves (you’ll miss those awkward first few games that don’t quite feel like it’s really the season yet), and Pookie and I will, one hopes, be in fine recapping form. (Nice Taro Tsujimoto reference, by the way!)
Bye Meg! Have fun!
That Taro Tsujimoto thing is so cook!
So, my blog may not be imaginary anymore.
And yes I’m so amazed you ladies did 118! Awesome! What a great one to end on as well. I’m too terrified to even look at the Stanley Cup sideways before the Canucks win it.
alix, I believed enough, and actually saw your imaginary blog in person! Nicely done!! (And seriously, you’re not glued to your stats page yet? What kind of blogger are you? I tend to get shaky if I can’t check our stats every five minutes or so.)
Thanks Schnookie :) I might change it around still but we’ll see. Haha not yet. I bet in like two weeks though I’ll be glued to it.
But here’s the real kicker with the Cup — there is nothing to prepare you for how stunningly beautiful it is in real life.
Isn’t it?? When I saw it in person, I wasn’t expecting to be very moved. I just wanted to get my picture taken so I could say I did. But when I got up to it, I got all tingly. Fortunately I was REALLY early and there wasn’t much of a line, so they didn’t herd me away too soon. It is so big and so silver! On TV it looks more like chrome, but up close, it looks much more precious.
Did you put up a link that I didn’t see, alix?
I thought I did but maybe not.
http://humminggiraffe.wordpress.com
It is so big and so silver! On TV it looks more like chrome, but up close, it looks much more precious.
“Precious” is exactly the word! I totally expected to be like, “Meh, I’ve seen it on tv and in pictures”, but it was so much better than that!
Thanks for the link, alix. I guess I could have guessed it, eh?
It’s very cute. I love the giraffe picture. Great name and I’m sure it’s going to be great fun!
Awww thanks Patty! I think it’s going to be entertaining. Now we just need a Patty blog :)
Hey, Heather, you said you wanted the large version of Hank…not being up on all of my Sabre nicknames, I wasn’t 100% sure: is that Tallinder?
Please excuse the cheestastic URL…it’s where I’m hosting a friend’s wedding website and I didn’t feel like making a new connection in my FTP program. :)
The original file was 4.7MB. So this is 65%, to get it reasonable. (if you really want the hyuuuge one, I can upload it too.)
http://home.comcast.net/~fall.in.love/tallinder-scan-big.jpg
First off – YAY FOR 118. :D what a magical number, yes? I can’t put it better than Kate so I won’t try, but I really really did love the series!
second… bye Meg! Take lots of pictures! Have fun! The Japanese are awesome.
and and alix :0! I’m so jealous. I’ve been thinking about blogging forever, but since school started I’ve just been too busy. And there are serioulsy enough Toronto blogs to go around. In any case, THAT IS THE CUTEST PICTURE EVER :0!!
There’s tons of Canucks blogs too Vinny! Don’t let that scare you off. It’s fun, but if you’re busy you’re busy. It is pretty damn cute eh?
There are, like, no Devils blogs if you’re desperate to start just any old blog, Vinny! :P
Hee! Go for it Vinny. You and IPB could have a blog off :p
117 & 118 were great ways to cap off the 118 Reasons. Congrats -ookies! Very, very cook.
IPB is so good it’s absolutely SOAKED with Pommerdoodle drool!
IPB is so good it’s absolutely SOAKED with Pommerdoodle drool!
You make me wish now that we had a blurbs page. Because this would totally be up there with Mike Rupp’s “It’s good to have Interchangeable Parts!”
Hee! Go for it Vinny. You and IPB could have a blog off :p
It’s a motherfucking blog-off!
I love that this is your 118th reason to love hockey, -ookies! I’m just a bit bummed that I haven’t actually seen the Stanley Cup in person, even though my team won it.
Or, I guess, any of the 29 teams whose names don’t rhyme with Blew Blork Blangers.
Tee hee. :)
Then you gals will whip out the blue steel. Hee, just got a call from my brother. Apparantly he’s going with a bunch of friends to watch the game at the bar tomorrow. He claims he’s just going for the beer, but I might convert him yet.
puahaha although I have to say my knowledge of Devils have increased pommerdoodlefold …. nah :(
Plus I’m a Leafs fan! We of Leafsnation would never blog for another team :D
(GOODLUCKALIX)
I have to say my knowledge of Devils have increased pommerdoodlefold
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All 4 of my Yahoo fantasy teams have now drafted. Weeeeheeee!
doodlefold. So cute.
Why the hell does my giraffe neck keep disappearing.
All 4 of my Yahoo fantasy teams have now drafted. Weeeeheeee!
Did they ever say that they were live-drafting when you picked autodraft? Because that’s what mine’s saying. I’m afraid to click on enter live draft because I don’t want to live draft. I want to just wake up with a team.
Why the hell does my giraffe neck keep disappearing.
Mine did that the first day or so and I never figured out why. Just eventually stopped doing it.
Did they ever say that they were live-drafting when you picked autodraft?
If I’m understanding you correctly, no. One of them was a live draft which I participated in – but if you don’t go into it it just autopicks anyway so you don’t have to. Did that help?
mara, sorry for the confusion but yes, you got the right guy. Thank you so much!
I don’t suppose any of you speak Finnish? I’m watching a rather lengthy video about Teppo and I have no idea what any of it is saying. (It’s quite lovely anyway though.)
“Pommerdoodlefold” is my new favorite word!
me too! Hey what time was the game being aired tomorrow. 9 am eastern?
I think it’s 12 noon, eastern. If it’s at 9 am, expect our game diary to look a lot like this:
19:59 Zzzzzzzzzzz….
Yeah, it’s 12noon ET.
BTW, if anyone wants to go in an additional pool just so they can get their favorite players – you can go to hockeythemagazine.com – it’s a simple sign up and there is a salary cap but it seems huge.
Schnookie, I hate to harp on this but when you’re feeling the need for some rage Bucci’s summary of the Sharks is particularly self-indulgent and rambly. It’s just… it’s weird.
there is a salary cap but it seems huge.
Why do I get the feeling that Lou Lamoriello and Darcy Regier both went into last season thinking the same thing, and then — “D’oh!”? :P
Why do I get the feeling that Lou Lamoriello and Darcy Regier both went into last season thinking the same thing, and then — “D’oh!”? :P
Lol.
Ok good 12 pm eastern. I was a little bummed about getting up at 9/10. Thanks for the comments on my new digs Icing, Zot and Vinny. The boys finally got a win tonight. I think they knew I started a blog :p
Why do I get the feeling that Lou Lamoriello and Darcy Regier both went into last season thinking the same thing, and then — “D’oh!”? :P
“Oh, gosh! So much money! We should all be able to put together balanced and competitive teams if everyone spends wisely!”
And :^::::::
Heather, I actually tried to read Bucci today (before I realized there was a plethora of Bill Simmons on Page 2 [I cannot stress enough how much I love Sports Guy. I think it's safe to say that he and SportSquee were our two biggest inspirations to start writing sports stuff in the first place] today). I got totally hung up on his “I’m such a wonderful music critic” crap about Sufjan Stevens and stopped reading. Let me go check out the Sharks thing… (Oh, and that letter asking when Bucci’s book about Keith Jones was coming out was all the proof I need that the letters are made up. Because there’s NO WAY anyone cares when that book comes out.)
Schnookie, again someone asks a really dumb, obvious question in the mailbag. “Is the Ice Bowl going to be on TV?” Did you miss the press conference, the various press releases, and the media bombardment? Maybe I’m just hearing more about it since it’s here but yes, dummy, it’s going to be on NBC.
Okay, reading Bucci on the Sharks right now:
I am very close to having the brain of an ostrich.
I feel like Jon Stewart did last night when Bush said whatever that was about how “Childrens do learn…” Dude, challenge me. Seriously. This gives me nothing to work with.
Bucci lives on the edge, dontcha know?!
I don’t know what chromosome arrangement I have that accounts for this involuntary action of livin’ on the edge, but it’s part of who I am, like my uncontrollable appetite for cheese.
You know what shocks me more than the fact that Bucci gets paid to write this crap? That someone gets paid to edit this crap. Jeebus fuck. This is so awful.
Heather, question for the resident U2 expert — am I right in saying Edge got his nickname because when he was a kid he was always standing on the sidelines, or edge, of the football fields because he was an outcast who didn’t want to play sports? Am I making this up? Shouldn’t Bucci, God’s gift to U2 fans know this?
You know what shocks me more than the fact that Bucci gets paid to write this crap? That someone gets paid to edit this crap.
And that it gets published on the same website as Bill Simmons stuff.
And seriously, is he trying to suggest he has some special mental filter that causes him to view the world differently than everyone else, just because he looks at the line of bottom of a car and how the tires fit into it? Does he think we’re going to read that and think he’s some kind of visual-perception savant? (Although having some strange eye filter might explain his apparent inability to recognize that it’s been six years since Chris Drury last lifted the Stanley Cup. He’s still only able to see the edges, you see, so he hasn’t noticed that five other teams have won it since then, and Drury isn’t wearing an Avs sweater anymore.)
Dear Bucci,
I’ve read the Ice Bowl is going to be played outdoors. Do you know how they’re going to get the roof off HSBC arena? Maybe they could have Nickelback blow the roof off it with their rocking ways.
Signed,
An Idiot Reader
P.S. My wife is giving birth to our first kid as I type this. Any suggestions for how I should be a good father? Oh, and should I give this kid a name?
One moment can change the course of history. See the Berlin Wall crumbling, Bill Gates being born and Scott Niedermayer signing with the Ducks and not the Sharks. Had Niedermayer signed with the Sharks, it very well could have been Northern California raising the Stanley Cup and not SoCal.
I’m reading this aloud to Pookie and she just spluttered, “Was there ever any chance of Scott Niedermayer signing with the Sharks in the first place? I mean, why not write, ‘What if Michael Jordan had decided to play hockey instead of basketball?’”
Then she added, “Seriously, what’s the difference between him writing this crap and us writing ‘Zach Parise has a turtle-of-affairs’?”
That someone gets paid to edit this crap. Jeebus fuck. This is so awful.
Told you so! It was the “I look at the world differently” part that I thought was particularly bad. First of all, whatever. Second of all, what the hell does that have to do with Joe Thornton?
Heather, question for the resident U2 expert — am I right in saying Edge got his nickname because when he was a kid he was always standing on the sidelines, or edge, of the football fields because he was an outcast who didn’t want to play sports?
You are correct. I don’t know that it was specifically sports so much as on the edge in general – a little quieter, off to the side etc.
He’s still only able to see the edges, you see, so he hasn’t noticed that five other teams have won it since then, and Drury isn’t wearing an Avs sweater anymore.
And I can tell you first hand that he’s never captained a team to a Cup.
Dear Idiot Reader:
Build him a backyard rink and ramble on about him publicly (while, I presume, your wife does everything else). And then name him something stupid.
Signed,
What Hakan is to Loob, Bucci is to gah! I can’t finish it!
And I can tell you first hand that he’s never captained a team to a Cup.
Well that’s just because you’re not all detail-oriented like idiot-savant Bucci. You’re missing the important stuff, Heather. The “he’s a hockey god” stuff. You’re missing the trees for the forest, and you’re a lesser person for it.
Pookie, I’d love you forever if you send the email in. I’ll bet you’d get published.
Do NOT tempt me.
Anyway, I’d be upset if his response isn’t as funny as Patty’s!
Pookie, I’d love you forever if you send the email in. I’ll bet you’d get published.
Then she added, “Seriously, what’s the difference between him writing this crap and us writing ‘Zach Parise has a turtle-of-affairs’?”
Yours is funny, creative, and might actually make more sense.
Then she added, “Seriously, what’s the difference between him writing this crap and us writing ‘Zach Parise has a turtle-of-affairs’?”
Yours is funny, creative, and might actually make more sense.
Exactly. HUGE difference.
I’m in such a good mood about opening “night” tomorrow, that I’m not even going to read it.
Signed,
What Hakan is to Loob, Bucci is to gah! I can’t finish it!
What is so remarkable about Bucci is how he reduces so many of us, who are articulate almost to a fault, to blubbering fury. I was just saying in awed response to Pookie’s brilliant “fan letter” (which I am going to pressure her to email to him until she relents and does it) that I am totally unable to formulate words when I’m trying to respond to Bucci. It always ends in “Gah! I can’t finish it!”
Oh Bucci. I hink we should all send stupid fan letters to Bucci. It would be a good IPB group exercise.
Did he mention Sjon Podein? Sheesh.
Well that’s just because you’re not all detail-oriented like idiot-savant Bucci. You’re missing the important stuff, Heather. The “he’s a hockey god” stuff. You’re missing the trees for the forest, and you’re a lesser person for it.
Oh, sorry. I was focusing on the big picture of actually winning a championship. I feel so small and stupid!
I hink? And I just started my own blog? Heh, hilarious Pookie! I double dog dare you to send it in.
You’re missing the trees for the forest
Or as Bucci would see it, “Missing the way the bottoms of the trees line up with the knots in the trunk for the absence of trees in the areas around the forest that might be foresty but aren’t because they’ve been filled with shopping malls, schools and other industrialized areas like those sung about in the White Stripes/Green Day/Japancakes lyrics:
I love trees
trees love me
love hope sickness
pain pain pain
oooooooooooooh la la la la la
trees nonsense nonsense cars“
I’m in such a good mood about opening “night” tomorrow, that I’m not even going to read it.
I have to say, for some reason I really enjoy reading Bucci now knowing that I’m not the only person who rolls her eyes through half of the column. I don’t worry so much about whether I’m supposed to be liking it since he’s THE HOCKEY GUY THAT EVERYONE LOVES!
These fan letters get faker and faker — what is up with the one asking if “Jonesy” will be available on CD?
(Oh, and the word “Jonesy” just cracks me up. You see, when Eric Lindros had that collapsed lung, he curled up to die in his hotel room bathtub, and Jones, his then-roommate, found him and called the team trainer. We do this squeaky little Lindros voice, and have for years now, when the situation demands, impersonated him fading away, calling out from the depths of the tub, “Jonesy! Jonesy!” So every time I encounter Bucci plugging the book, I hear in my head the death cry of our Lindros impersonation voice.)
I hink we should all send stupid fan letters to Bucci. It would be a good IPB group exercise.
Dude. This is such a great idea. Such a great idea.
alix, Bucci did pick Vancouver to finish second in the WC. You may choose to be excited or not excited by that.
Oh Bucci. I hink we should all send stupid fan letters to Bucci. It would be a good IPB group exercise.
I love that idea! It would be like “Chasing Sidney” but much, much meaner.
And Patty, the Shjon Podein stuff is SO STUPID. I remember he had one column this past year that was, like, 20,000 words about that time he slept in the same bed with Shjon Podein, BUT THEY’RE NOT GAY! (Oh, and did you ever know how Podein got that name? One more reason to be thankful hockey isn’t on ESPN anymore — I don’t hear 10 million times a season about how his father wanted to name him John and his mother wanted to name him Wolfgang, and instead they came up with a name that would RUIN MY LIFE.)
alix, Bucci did pick Vancouver to finish second in the WC. You may choose to be excited or not excited by that.
You know what sucks the worst about Bucci? For all that he’s an ass-clown idiot, he’s often right. So I’d be encouraged, alix, but also laughing at him for being a total jackass.
Oh, and thanks for encouraging me to look at this column, Heather. Pookie just pointed out this is like a warmup for our game diary tomorrow. It’s like a good groin stretch for me — kind of the game diarizer’s ice-humping stretch!
Oh, and Pookie, those made-up song lyrics (comment 69) are HILARIOUS!
If I had to design an emblem of the things I don’t like about hockey, it would be a Little League World Series trophy shaped like Pierre McGuire, named the “John-Wolfgang-Shjon” Trophy, and presented to Ray Borque’s haircut by Bucci.
It’s like a good groin stretch for me — kind of the game diarizer’s ice-humping stretch!
Oh, good! Maybe you’ll avoid straining something and being sidelined early in the season.
Call me crazy, but I like Buccigross. Everything you guys are making fun of, I either don’t mind or I actually enjoy. And he gets bonus points for being a huge Cam Neely fan.
The lyrics and the trophy are hilarious, Pookie!
Sorry, Mara, but the Cam Neely fellatio was the next thing I was going to mention!
:P Just kidding! (Mostly)
I’m sorry. That was probably too far.
Are there seriously people out there who are not Cam Neely fans? That’s, like, incomprehensible to me.
Sorry, Mara, but the Cam Neely fellatio was the next thing I was going to mention!
Patty, seconded!
I don’t know him. Never saw him play. I assume he was a good.
Mara, despite the teasing, I do appreciate that Bucci clearly loves hockey and I am glad that there’s someone at ESPN who proudly waves the hockey flag. As a writer I sometimes find him to be self-indulgent and he often seems to be trying to hard. (I do sometimes feel the same way about Bill Simmons although I do usually enjoy him much more.)
Sorry, Mara, but the Cam Neely fellatio was the next thing I was going to mention!
Patty, seconded!
Thirded.
(Seriously, though, he played before I started watching. I can respect he was a great player, but if I’m coming to Bucci for current hockey commentary and finding instead him waxing about how great Neely was, but in such poor writing, it just becomes a big turnoff. Bucci’s shed no light on why he likes Neely, just that he does, and I’m not about to canonize a guy I never saw skate just because Bucci tells me to. In fact, I’m going to instead go, “I REFUSE!”)
As a writer I sometimes find him to be self-indulgent and he often seems to be trying to hard. (I do sometimes feel the same way about Bill Simmons although I do usually enjoy him much more.)
I won’t argue that Simmons is self-indulgent (in fact, I don’t think there’s a more self-indulgent sportswriter out there), but the guy can really write. He writes well enough and with enough intelligence and passion that it makes me care about sports I don’t watch, while Bucci is so bad a writer that he makes me hate reading about a sport I love.
Cam was before my time as well. The only thing I know about him is that he once made a cameo on 90210. Why I remember that since I wasn’t a huge fan of hockey (at that time) or the show, I have no idea.
I don’t know him. Never saw him play. I assume he was a good.
He was the prototypical power forward, totally revolutionary. Before Neely, no one that tough had that kind of skill. He put up big numbers until a dirty hit from Ulf Samuelsson did really gross stuff to his thigh/hip (something about calcified bone starting to grow in the muscle fibers, causing massive pain?) and he had to retire. Only Wayne Gretzky scored 50 goals in fewer games than Neely’s 44.
And the amazing thing was that he was a WALK-ON in juniors. He literally tagged along to training camp with a buddy and ended up dominating the league.
Schnookie, I was agree that Bill is usually funny when he’s trying to be funny. And I will love him forever for his recent column begging people to watch Friday Night Lights.
Bucci’s shed no light on why he likes Neely, just that he does
In his (vindicated) campaign to get Cam in the HOF, he’s done multiple columns on why he likes Neely, for both on- and off-ice things. I’m not sure how much more light he could possibly shed.
He was the prototypical power forward, totally revolutionary. Before Neely, no one that tough had that kind of skill. He put up big numbers until a dirty hit from Ulf Samuelsson did really gross stuff to his thigh/hip (something about calcified bone starting to grow in the muscle fibers, causing massive pain?) and he had to retire. Only Wayne Gretzky scored 50 goals in fewer games than Neely’s 44.
I, um, knew all that. Again, I didn’t see him play, so… I just can’t get all worked up about him.
(And as for Bucci’s pro-Neelyism, I guess I’m already at the “I REFUSE” state.)
:^:::::::: Pookie, your lyrics and trophy are killing me! I’m so excited for tomorrow. New hockey that actually counts AND live blogs from the ookies and Rudy. If I can buy some alcohol tomorrow then my day of perfection will be complete.
Heather, I LOVE Friday Night Lights. I’m not even a huge football fan but that show is so good.
alix, I don’t really care for football eitherand I totally adore the show. It’s near perfection – so well written and directed and just beautifully acted. I could go on about it forever.
Again, I didn’t see him play, so… I just can’t get all worked up about him.
I never saw Wayne Gretzky or Bobby Orr play, but I know they were great. I definitely never saw Maurice Richard or Georges Vezina play, or Bobby Hull or Pat Lafontaine or Guy Lafleur or Gordie Howe.
I think you have to be able to appreciate things you weren’t around for. Otherwise you ignore the history and fandom suddenly gets very flat.
Well, gang, it’s going on 2:30 and we’ve got a game tomorrow! See you all at 12 sharp, or IPBDemerits all around!! (The Sutter Era is not just limited to the Devils players, you know — we’re running a much tighter ship here at IPB this season!)
‘Night, all!
I think you have to be able to appreciate things you weren’t around for. Otherwise you ignore the history and fandom suddenly gets very flat.
It may not sound like it to you, Mara, but I know what I’m talking about and I have an appreciation for the history of hockey. The issue here isn’t that I don’t appreciate the players I haven’t seen play. The issue here is that I don’t care to hear Bucci talk about them. (And also that I’m pretty “meh” in general about the prototypical power forwards. That’s just not a style of player that blows my skirt up.) I could give a rat’s ass what Bucci has to say about Gandhi, for Pete’s sake.
Holy crap, it is 2:30! How did that happen?! I should go to bed too. I have the shift from hell at the grocery store tomorrow.
Good night, everyone! Enjoy the hockey tomorrow! :-)
…we’re running a much tighter ship here at IPB this season!
No more training-camp grab-ass, I guess!
Good night, everybody! Merry Christma… I mean, Happy Opening Day!
Night everybody!
Patty :^:::::
As far as I’m concerned, hockey started in April of 2007. Everything that happened before that is useless to me! :D
Congrats guys – finishing a series like this takes a lot of stick-to-itness. You all win the Stanley Cup of the offseason, that’s certain; it’s not even close, in my books.
Thanks so much, MikeP!