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.
And here’s my latest on IIHF.com.
The other race, the one that has people losing sleep, sweating through nights, having nightmares, acting absentminded, and losing their hair is the one that has two teams playing in a qualification series with the best teams in the Allsvenskan, the league one tier below the Elite League. And that’s just the fans. What the players, coaches, and team managers are feeling is probably worse.
That’s the Yin. The “shady place.”
Click here to read the whole piece.
Edit: And here’s the song I quote in the piece.
I’m sorry, I’m a little busy blogging right now. Are you blogging? I’m blogging.
Urban life is fast. It’s dog-eat-dog, and every man (and woman) for himself (or herself). And if you need proof, go to a gym. That’s where we become the animal that we are.
I know that, having spent more time at the gym than you’d think by looking at me. Inside me, though, there’s a ripped and strong man.
