Yeah, I’m blogging about blogging. Sorry.
I would also want you to acknowledge that a great player can end up on a bad club, and nothing can save him. That winning the Stanley Cup is not the only yardstick against which players can be measured. That a player like Mats Sundin can play on a line with the Scarecrow and Tin Man, and still have enough heart and brain for the three of them.
Read the latest Hockey.com entry here.
Arlanda is your landa.
We all should get a chance to play our farewell game so that all our friends and fans could come and show their appreciation of us because it must be a magnificent feeling to be at the receiving end of that wave of love.
In real life, though, it has to be earned, and only the best do.
I saw one tonight.
Here’s my latest column on Scanorama, the SAS in-flight mag.
Google me, I know, I do.
According to a recent study, 47 percent of adult American Internet users have looked for information about themselves through Google or another search engine.
Sounds almost suspiciously low. I know I’ve done it.
Relax. Take it easy. Put your feet up and enjoy. NHL Bloopers.
Here’s the link. The embedded version was annoying some very important people.
Walking in the rain with my daughter today, I suddenly realized that I still have the same rubber boots I had on the eighth grade. I’m a man walking in a boy’s shoes.
Wrote a piece about Team Finland’s Canadian head coach, Doug Shedden, today. Here’s a quote worth remembering.
I think the players forget the fun big time, and that’s why I take them to outdoor rinks, to remind them that they didn’t play for money back then. Sometimes in this day and age we forget why we play the game. Is it for the dollars or because we love it? I never made any great money when I played, but I still loved putting the skates on, and I love players who love putting the skates on.
And besides the fact that I love to see guys who love putting the skates on put their skates on for a coach who loves players who love putting the skates on, I also agree with him.
The two young ladies were walking down the street, talking cheerfully, when a young man stepped in front of them, trying to get their attention.
