Thoughts on the NHL Finals
There is no better television than Game 7 in the Stanley Cup Finals. Yes, even better than those episodes of the Maury Povich show where they do the "You... are NOT the father" episodes.
The terrible tradition of playoff beards MUST END. By Game 7 of the finals, the players on both teams look disgusting. Especially in High Definition. For the love of improving the game, if I was commissioner, players would be forced to shave. Heck, if you want, televise it like the weigh-in before boxing matches. Put Pierre Maguire alongside to interview the players after they get shaved.
After the game was over, you know the Edmonton Oilers wanted to shake the winning team's hands, then get out of there and escape "We are the Champions" to deal with their heartbreak in private. Unfortunately, because the NHL took forever to set up, the poor losing players had to sit around and wait forever before they were allowed to leave. Nothing like a little salt in the wound.
I love Commissioner Gary Bettman trying to give a big long speech about how great this NHL season has been, how he's a genius for helping put hockey in Carolina, and about how all his detractors can kiss his... when Rod Brind'amour comes to try and take the Cup away. Thank you, Rod. Your leadership in ending Bettman's rambling is why you wear the "C" as Captain.
Congratulations to Ray Whitney, who joins the rare club of Stanley Cup winning players who are so happy that they scream a curse word on national television. On behalf of club president Ray Bourque, welcome to the BLEEP-ing club.
Anyone else notice this fun trend in hockey? Three straight years, the finals have been one good regular season team vs one Cinderella team. Cinderella takes the good team to Game 7 - but then the good team kicks Cinderella in the stomach and the series ends. New Jersey over Anaheim, Tampa Bay over Calgary, and now Carolina over Edmonton. Next year, I'm going to predict... I dunno, Buffalo over Columbus? Ottawa over Minnesota? Detroit over Atlanta?
I'd like to take this time to remind everyone that despite everything, I still love the L.A. Kings. If you only knew him, momma, you'd see that he's a nice man. This shiner is only because the Kings love me so much. And I don't care if the Anaheim team is much nicer to me and treats me right. The Kings are the only one for me. You can't just give up just because the guy breaks your heart continually since the 1960s. If you only gave them a chance. Go Kings.
I'm going to miss hockey. See you this Fall, hockey.
The terrible tradition of playoff beards MUST END. By Game 7 of the finals, the players on both teams look disgusting. Especially in High Definition. For the love of improving the game, if I was commissioner, players would be forced to shave. Heck, if you want, televise it like the weigh-in before boxing matches. Put Pierre Maguire alongside to interview the players after they get shaved.
After the game was over, you know the Edmonton Oilers wanted to shake the winning team's hands, then get out of there and escape "We are the Champions" to deal with their heartbreak in private. Unfortunately, because the NHL took forever to set up, the poor losing players had to sit around and wait forever before they were allowed to leave. Nothing like a little salt in the wound.
I love Commissioner Gary Bettman trying to give a big long speech about how great this NHL season has been, how he's a genius for helping put hockey in Carolina, and about how all his detractors can kiss his... when Rod Brind'amour comes to try and take the Cup away. Thank you, Rod. Your leadership in ending Bettman's rambling is why you wear the "C" as Captain.
Congratulations to Ray Whitney, who joins the rare club of Stanley Cup winning players who are so happy that they scream a curse word on national television. On behalf of club president Ray Bourque, welcome to the BLEEP-ing club.
Anyone else notice this fun trend in hockey? Three straight years, the finals have been one good regular season team vs one Cinderella team. Cinderella takes the good team to Game 7 - but then the good team kicks Cinderella in the stomach and the series ends. New Jersey over Anaheim, Tampa Bay over Calgary, and now Carolina over Edmonton. Next year, I'm going to predict... I dunno, Buffalo over Columbus? Ottawa over Minnesota? Detroit over Atlanta?
I'd like to take this time to remind everyone that despite everything, I still love the L.A. Kings. If you only knew him, momma, you'd see that he's a nice man. This shiner is only because the Kings love me so much. And I don't care if the Anaheim team is much nicer to me and treats me right. The Kings are the only one for me. You can't just give up just because the guy breaks your heart continually since the 1960s. If you only gave them a chance. Go Kings.
I'm going to miss hockey. See you this Fall, hockey.
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