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Up Here
On this flight, there is no sign of the tension below. Thousands of feet above the world, the only sports represented here are the University of Wyoming wrestling team, and my lacrosse jersey. You wouldn’t know that the greatest trophy in sports was going to be handed out tonight. I’m on an Air Canada flight…
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Game 6: Can I Get a Hey Now
My plans for the night were initially to watch game six with an aquaintance here in Toronto. I wasn’t looking forward to watching the game in Canada, as I figured it would be fraught with the classic signs of the Canucks fans already tasting silver: the call of the Lou for every save made, complaining…
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Why Milbury Has A Job
Last night, I got home from work and turned on the Tony Awards. Yes, that’s right. I rarely watch the Tonys, but there was no hockey on, basketball holds no interest for me, and I am a theater person. It also helped that Neil Patrick Harris was hosting, and Sutton Foster was nominated for Best…
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Can’t Argue Much With That
Last week, I took Tom Benjamin to task for his commentary on the Nathan Horton hit. But he nails it when it comes to the Lapierre / Chara idiocity: 1) I don’t like the “embellishments” any more than anybody else. Not only are they bush, they are proving to be counter-productive costing far more calls…
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Getting Ready For The Blow
There is a remote possibility, a smidgen of a chance, that the Vancouver Canucks could win the Stanley Cup this year. It chills me to the bone, just to think about it. Which, you know, it probably shouldn’t. I’ll get into that tomorrow. Since the lockout ended, only one Stanley Cup has gone to the…