When I was twelve years old, I got a book for Xmas. Now, I understand that hockey players (and coaches) and reading don’t always seem to mix, but this was a special book. That book essentially made me who I am. I read it that night, and again the next day. I carried it around with me for a while.
My mother’s computer got screwy on her way from China to Stockholm. The keyboard went crazy, and when the Dell support didn’t reply in 20 hours, she was naturally left with only one option: to buy a Mac.
I wonder what she’ll do if her car doesn’t start when she gets to Finland.
My daughter turned two today. She was blissfully ignorant about that, but fully enjoyed the attention she got all day.
As did her brother, the emcee of the show, and her manager. I think his cut is 30 percent, which, having seen him work, is only fair.
Why do people often run as fast as they can all the way to the street, then look around, and finally walk across it, slowly? Why not just keep running?
If they’re afraid of getting hit by a car, walking slowly is not going to help.
Is this one of the predictably irrational decisions we make? (And when I say “we”, I mean “they.” I run, baby.)
He got off easy. Red card is nothing, considering that the punishment for this deadly sin, wrath (or anger), is being dismembered alive. Of course, that’s after the Big Referee takes the priest off the game. How he can be dismembered alive in Hell is beyond me.
Twenty years ago, I wanted to become a Hallmark card writer. I thought that it took a special talent to make a joke in such a small space, with only one element of surprise – the turn of the page – available.
Still do.
This just in.
Somebody’s entering a crowded market.
A few years ago, Alexander Ovechkin was just a top prospect, the Sporting News covered the NHL, and I was editor-in-chief of Finnish Hockey magazine. How time flies.
Here’s a piece from the archives: When Risto met Alex. (pdf)
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.
