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|  | | | | | | | | | | ^ Thanks clavis:
I think there may not have been a lot of sports fans, in the queue if this got rejected. That's alright.
For those of you who come from towns that may not have a major league team, (from any sport [ of which I'm one, unless you count the CFL]) relocating to such a town, is quite the experience. They practically force you to root for the home team, no matter where your loyaties were placed prior to the move.
It took me a while to really grasp the significance of what I was seeing on the ice, but these guys were a team. Gretz, Mess, Lowe, Fuhr, Mac T, Jari....the list goes on. Every one of them were fantastic athletes in their own right but, under the supervision of Slats, they became a well oiled machine. (excuse the pun)
To many Canadians, the Stanely Cup is the pinnicale of sporting events, and thanks to Mess and the boys, I was privaleleged to be at the rink during the two Cup finals.
Thanks for the memories Mark. The best of luck in any future endevours! | | | |
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| | | | | | | | ^^ In general, I agree with you, Vas. Hockey is one of two exceptions to my unwillingness to demonstrate my level of testosterone to the world through vicarious athleticism.
1) Hockey. I've played and watched since I was old enough to walk. The combination of grace and brute strength is a divergence that my lizardbrain finds appealing.
2) Golf. Not really a sport. My dad started me out when I was about 9. I have NOT EVAR GOTTEN ANY BETTER AT IT SINCE THEN. This doesn't prevent me from spending ridiculous amounts of money playing, however.
Sahl: That Oilers team was one for the ages. Gretzky, all of 19, pumping his fist-clenched stick in the air, with that stupid hair flowing in his wake as he skated around the rink, with that look of utter triumph and a hint of bemused 'WTF DID WE JUST DO?'. Messier's stoic composure and understated passion erupting into a victorious toothy grin as he joined Wayne in the victory lap....not knowing it wouldn't be his last victory lap, but certainly believing it.
MAN...great memories. Thanks, Mark. | | | |
| | | | | | | | I'm a Detroiter. We takes to hockey like baby's take to tits.
I'm currently praying that teh hockey gods will whisper into Datsyuk's ear and convince him that he needs the Red Wings as bad as the Red Wings need him.
Salary cap = good.
Current rule changes = good...
Except for that whole faggoty shootout thingy rather than overtime. I hated in the the minors and zI'll surely hate it in the NHL.
Man, I got a hankerin' for some hockey... | | | |
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