Maybe I was 12 years old, standing on a small sheet of ice, not much bigger than a couple of puddles strung together. I had boots on my feet because I didn't own skates, but many days I skated like the wind. Nearby was a completely home-made hockey net. It wasn't the right size, or even symmetrical. To me though, it was perfect, and the crease was the place where you entered the Hall of Fame. I Continue Reading...
Figure it out!
As the baseball season winds down and new names are written into the great history of post-season baseball, I can't help but grow increasingly upset with the NHL. After all the momentum hockey has seen in recent years, with HD TV, original six teams winning Cups, TV contracts, and young stars emerging, they shoot themselves in the foot...again. Three work stoppages under one regime? For all the Continue Reading...