HOCKEY... the best game I can name
I understand why Americans don't get into hockey as much as Canadians do. Televised hockey in the U.S. is pretty terrible. I watch it cuz it's all I got, but I still pine for the CBC. You can't tell me that "The Heineken Premium Light Intermission Report" has the same ring to it as "Coach's Corner." And while Eddie Olczyk does have one of the best names a hockey player could ever ask for, he's no Ron MacLean (nor is Bill Clement). In game 5, the NBC intermission report contained more chitter chatter about GOLF than it did about hockey. Game 6 was about 50% gold. Thankfully---finally---in game 7, they managed to concentrate on (gasp) hockey for the entire break. I don't know how they did it, but... yeah, it was amazing.
Ok, next tangent: the trusty playoff beard. Let me say it once and for all, I am glad these things only rear their ugly heads (faces?) once a year. I contend that they're just as nasty as three-week-old undies, but unlike the sight and stench of the grotty gotch, the hideous playoff beard is out there for all to see. And while I'm all for personal hygiene, I'm not one for hockey players that look like hutterites. Guys should keep their facial hair in check, no matter what time of the season it is. I've had my own not-so-nice encounters with playoff beards, and I think the ball players do it right: if you lose a game, you lose the beard. Or at least part of it. Try the playoff goatee, the playoff fu-man-chu, or my personal favorite, the playoff sideburns. I would not recommend the playoff chest hair, however... that, my friends, is just plain wrong.
Ok, the game's on... game on!
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