You may, or probably don't, recall a similar post back in March when the boys of summer were reporting to their respective southern locations. At the time, I expressed what could best be referred to as reservation about the return of baseball. Not because I don't like baseball, but because with baseball, let's just say there is a tendency to empty the chamber as soon as the first pitch is thrown, meaningful or otherwise. Besides, at the time we were in the thick of the college basketball season, as well as the final stretch of the NHL and NBA regular seasons. My point was that baseball takes time to get going. We can rejoice at it's return, but must be sure bank some of that initial excitement and stow it away so the passion can run steady through the summer months (which it rarely does).
Either way, we're not talking about baseball here, we're talking about hockey, mother fuckers. With hockey there's never a let-down. Things get rolling as soon as the puck drops (October the fucking 1st!), we catch a huge boost from the Winter Classic (January the fucking 1st!), and then we glide all the way into the summer months, enthralled and excited throughout the entire process.
And just what is it about hockey that never allows us to relax, never allows to us to get complacent throughout the course of a seemingly endless season, or never forces us to pace ourselves?
The fights, dummy...
Season starts October 1st, y'all! Get fucking excited!
Whose brilliant idea was it to mix hockey fights with techno music? Hey, for lunch I think I'll have a peanut butter and dogshit sandwich.
ReplyDeleteI guess you wouldn't need Chunk peanut butter then...
ReplyDeleteAnd to be fair, the HSBC PA system is usually emitting Mozart at moderate levels anytime one of the Sabres decides to drop the gloves...
ReplyDeleteWhich of course is a rarity up in Chokeville.