One of our all-time favorite blog posts is this gem from Katebits at The Willful Caboose. It’s like the start-of-season version of that fabulous old NHL-on-ESPN commercial that equated the excitement of the postseason starting to the unfettered joy of discovering school’s closed for a snow day. It’s pommerdoodling in blog-form. It’s everything we want from this time of year.
It follows, then, that we were thrilled to be able to pay homage to this fabulous post as we discovered three sure signs that Hockey Is Coming.
First up, the US Open in on our television.
The lights at Arthur Ashe Stadium are the red-breasted robin of Fall. There are few things that signal the early sign of Autumn more than turning on USA Network and seeing a blimp-assisted shot of the US Tennis Center bustling with crowds eager to see a Todd Martin marathon. Todd Martin might be retired, and we might care not for tennis as long as Roger Federer’s going to be a losing loser, but the spirit is always there in this, the harbinger of sports-that-are-more-interesting-than-baseball.
One of the few things that does signal the early sign of Autumn more than the US Open is turning leaves.
Our dogwood is the first thing going on the grounds of stately IPB Manor. The leaves are turning a tiny bit red and its winter berries are coming in.
One more sign that Hockey Is Coming is the trusty Project Bicycle Spoke box’s slow, steady decline in health.
At the start of the summer, the PBS box was all gleaming sequins and shiny macaroni. Now, its glue is coming unstuck, its construction paper is curling, its macaroni is molting.
Some might view this as sad. Others might view it as an indication that our craftsman ship was shoddy. We, on the other hand, view it as a symbol of the circle of life. Silly summer series will soon give way to breathless game diaries and excitable editorials and, in this, the season of Blobby Holik’s return, bewildered musings on “Why, Lou? WHY?!?”
It’s almost here, Gentle Reader! If you put your ear to the ground, you can just about hear the schuss-schuss of skates on ice, the goal horns and jubilant crowds, and the “bitch, bitch, bitch” of the Ookies. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!