If you do, then maybe you want to run out and get the latest issue of HOCKEY, a magazine published by the Swedish hockey federation, and curiously enough, the only magazine covering Swedish and international hockey in the country.
So, grab your coat, and get the mag. Look for these two spreads:
Have fun.
I’ve only won in the lottery once. It was 1982, and I won 85 Finnish markka. It was so much money that even though it was pouring, I rode my bike to the post office to collect it. I’m not surprised that I haven’t won since, though. The last time I bought a lottery ticket was in 1984.
The iPod shuffle is like lottery, and I think I won last night. I was on my way to a hockey game and decided to do the shuffle. And I hit the jackpot. Here are the seven songs I got, and I didn’t even have to jump over any songs. This is gold.
This post replaces another one, a great one, the one with wit and brilliance. The one with Britney and Hanoi Rocks and the man with a body like mine who still plays hockey at a professional level.
Maybe you saw it. It disappeared thanks to my incompetent service provider, and if you’re reading this in your cool server room, you know who you are. No names, but Mike and Larry, you know it’s you.
Having watched the first season of Heroes this week, I really wish I could pull a Hiro, go back in time, make a copy of the brilliant post, and come back.
Instead, this is what you get.
Solly.
Here’s another column from nhl.com, right after the jump. So, you can get it here, or you can get it at nhl.com.
Oh well, you get it.
If you really believe in what you do, if you really believe in who you are – and let’s face it, if you don’t, who does? – if you have a vision, you have to stay the course, regardless of what others say. People may tell you you’ll never be anything, that you’re a slacker. That your way of life will never get you anywhere.
Don’t believe it.
Let Stan Friedman, a New York librarian, be your guiding light. Be like Stan. Never. Give. Up.
There she was, sitting at the office in the middle of the day. The boss was in one of his moods again, don’t even get her started on that. She was hiding behind her computer, waiting for him to just go away.
When the boss finally – finally – turned around and locked himself in his office, she lifted her keyboard to see the clipping again. There it was, the short story of the Boston Bruins’ hot new goalie.
Here’s a link to a little conversation I had with The Dish on Sports’s Andrew Findlater about Off The Post, the collection of my blog entries on nhl.com.
Listen to Andrew and me here. It’s a good 15 minutes of hockey talk you may enjoy.
And then, get the book here.
KITCHEN INT. – DAY
A couple is preparing lunch in the kitchen, the husband working on a kick-ass hotdog, while Son is looking on, licking the ketchup off his own hotdog. Wife looks out the window and sees the neighbour walk to his car.
Is there anybody out there who doesn’t like gadgets? New inventions? Things that do stuff automatically.
When I was about five – and I remember this vividly – I wrote a sign above the door of the playhouse at my grandparents’: “The Lab.” In the lab, I conducted all kinds of experiments, such as spreading four kinds of glue on a piece of paper to see which one of them dried the fastest.
