Listen as you read this post. I'm feeling nostalgic.
Hockey is a game of battles. In the course of a game, there are hundreds of battles that take place in the corners, in front of the net, along the blue lines, and in the minds of the combatants. Most of these battles result in a benign stalemate as the
Wow. Last night’s tilt between the scrappy Americans and the Queen’s ice royalty to the North was one of the better hockey games I have seen in years.
I have played hockey my entire life. I don't remember learning how to skate. I can barely run without eating shit, but skating seems natural. Odd, I realize, because my degree comes from a school that deems hockey a "commie sport". (Ed. note: Aggies thought basketball was a commie sport until Billy Clyde). I still knock the puck around once a week with a bunch of has-beens that have
We are in sole possession of the Ugliest Solid Team in America. 19 turnovers and two airballs from the line and we escaped the geographical taint known as “Hub City” with a W two days before our biggest game of the season. Yes, you read that correctly – we had TWO airballs from the free throw line courtesy of Davis and Walkup. There are high school girls’ teams that don’t have two airballs from the
Top notch week for the program. A huge road victory over a team that doesn’t lose at home followed by a win over a team that is – on paper – better than us in most phases of the game. At the risk of sounding like a Valentine’s vagina, how do you not love the run this team is putting together? They aren’t that athletic. They sure as hell aren’t pretty. They go on stretches