I want to explain something to yíall in the simplest terms possible: hockey rules. Any questions??
Growing up in far northern Minnesota, there were a few things that made life worth living for most folks: fishing, ice fishing, deer hunting, and hockey. While boys in Texas grow up dreaming of someday playing in the National Football League, boys in Minnesota grow up dreaming of playing in the National Hockey League. (I was the rare exception. I wanted to play basketball at the University of North Carolina, until I discovered that Dean Smith had no interest in a short, slow kid with White Manís Disease.)
Growing up, hockey was the grease that lubricated the wheels of social discourse. There were people who, for whatever reason, didnít hunt or fish (no one trusted these folks), but almost everyone knew hockey and generally had some very strong opinions. They could discuss forechecking, or defensive schemes, or why the Minnesota North Stars couldnít score. (Well, the short answer is that they sucked.)
One of the biggest events on the Minnesota social calendar is the state high school hockey tournament every March. Itís every bit as big as football in Texas, only without the cheerleader moms. The games are televised statewide and run from morning until night. For a young hockey fan like myself, the state high school tournament was along the lines of the Olympics, only this happened every year at the same time.
Now that I live in south Texas instead of northern Minnesota, I can find myself growing a bit nostalgic when March rolls around. Itís tournament time, and the small-school first-round games were yesterday. The big-school tournament begins today. I wonder if the wife would go for that satellite dish?
Game on, eh??
Well, at least your Northstars moved to Texas with you. I just love to see the hate Minnesota fans have for the Stars whenever they come back. I just love to see hate for the Stars, period. No Goal.
by jesus at March 7, 2002 12:57 PM
I should be really excited about baseball this season, my New York Mets made a lot of big trades. Yet, it sort of doesn't feel like a team anymore, just a bunch of guys getting big bucks to play a game. I suppose once the season starts I'll get into it a little more, but I'm not feeling it now.
by mg at March 7, 2002 1:27 PM
Indeed. How can one relate to a ballplayer who shows up at the ballpark driving a Bentley, and has a Hummer and 3 Porsches parked at home? It's a world far beyond anything us poor working slobs can relate to....
by northstar at March 7, 2002 9:34 PM
Well, I don't even care that they make a lot of money. I mean, if people are willing to pay ticket prices, buy merchandise, etc, that money should definitely filter down to the people they are actually rooting for, instead of just going to the owners. I hate to say anyone is making too much money, i mean, how would you like it if someone came up to you and said, "They pay you too much money for what you do"?
No, what I have a problem with is players jumping from team to team. I want to root for players who came up through the farm system rather than one who came over as a free agent. I'd rather root for franchise players like Mike Piazza, who say he'll retire as a Met, rather than Mo Vaughn, who'll probably hit more homer runs, but will be gone as soon as his contracts up and another team offers him a couple extra perks. I don't know, maybe its silly of me.
by mg at March 7, 2002 11:19 PM
Piazza was my favourite player as a youngin'...then the Dodgers dumped him on the Marlins for Sheffield...who gave him to the Mets for Preston Wilson. Seeing Piazza get knocked out by a Roger Clemens fastball is the greatest moment in Mets history. I have great spite for his team.
by jesus at March 8, 2002 1:54 AM