Entries Tagged as 'NHL Playoffs'

Monday, March 29th, 2010

6-0-1, aka The Magical Give-A-Shit Switch

I guess — much like me and blogging, he said humbly, the great ones can only goof off for so long.
Considering hockey is supposedly a winter sport, the idea of a team hibernating like fucking bears for four months, only to emerge when the snow begins to melt, seems pretty antithetical. It is, however, exactly [...]

Monday, March 15th, 2010

The season begins tonight

(Yeah, it’s been a while. But the season only really began a week or two ago, so sue me.)
Tonight — about six weeks after pundits began to say that we’ll see what the Detroit Red Wings are truly made of — we’ll get to see what the Detroit Red Wings are truly made of.
I said, [...]

Saturday, October 17th, 2009

Embrace the preseason

Are you watching? Good. Because this is me, not panicking six games into the 2009/10 hockey season.
See? I’m breathing deeply, sleeping well and eating full, balanced meals. I’m drinking delicious Canadian beer in reasonable quantities and am not under any circumstances swigging straight from the bottle of American whiskey and cursing at my television set [...]

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

Screw Madden: This is a real curse

On June 22, 2009, along with thousands of other writers and editors who cover video games, sports or both, I received a press release from EA Sports, developer of the bestselling NHL franchise.
Electronic Arts Inc. (NASDAQ: ERTS) today revealed that 20-year-old scoring phenom Patrick Kane of the Chicago Blackhawks will be the new face of [...]

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

There’s fun yet to come

These are, typically, the weeks of the year when nobody aside from true fanatics gives more than a moment’s thought to games played on ice in cold arenas.
Normally, I would count myself among those who ignore hockey through the dog days of summer. However, since ’summer’ in this city so far can be justly summed [...]

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Just kill me now

I’m really expected to wait patiently for two whole days until I can watch, gripping a tumbler of something only a little less potent than rubbing alcohol, my team play a Game 7 for the Stanley Cup?
What kind of retarded, egomaniacal, business-destroying, nerve-antagonizing, sport-ruining, monkey-faced joke of a businessman decided that was a good idea?
Right. [...]