Hooray for Hockey

If there ever was a sign of divine intervention right in front of our collective fucking face, it's the "nothing short of miraculous" return of hockey to hockey places all over the place. And I for one say thank fucking God. There is only so long I can go on hearing silence when what I should be hearing is "he shoots he scores" "time out" or "what a trail of mustard that is".

I remember all the greats from my youth; Corflab, Mongunaro, Eisel, Von Neurath. Those were men who played hockey, not for the love of the paycheque, but for the love of the game. These were men who would scoff at the rinks full of hockey hair who're only after $$$.

But I'm the kind of guy who says "Screw all that! Game on!" even when it's not really relevant or appropriate. It's because of a medical condition I had as a child.