Today has been a terrible day for hockey, especially if you're a Red Wings fan.
We were threatened with the Winter Classic being canceled all too soon. Then, we hear that Dominik Hasek has officially retired (which may be a relief to many fans who hated him and all the heart attacks he gave us during games). And to top it all off, one of the most iconic voices in Detroit, Budd Lynch, passed away this morning at the young age of 95.
Of course, Red Wings fans are devastated. I know I shed a few tears when I found out. And rather than reminiscing and discussing what a terrible loss this is for everyone, why not remember him by listening to his voice?
I have two soundbites for your downloading/listening pleasure (they are .m4a files since they are from my phone, FYI).
"Last minute of play in this period."
"Thank you, and...goodnight." (Feel free to agree and/or ignore my brother's comment after)
(*** If more are necessary, I have two videos I can add as well, one announcing the starting lineup, another announcing the three stars of the game.)
Rest peacefully, Budd Lynch. We know you're announcing games wherever you are.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Transposed Hockey Thoughts
I don't quite know where this is going to go. But let's just start writing and see where it takes us.
I'm not the only hockey fan pissed off beyond belief at what's going on right now. I'm not the only one who has threatened to leave the sport altogether, not buy any merchandise, not go to any games, because owners' greed has prevented yet another season. I'm not the only hockey fan that's known my threats are a bluff.
And I know I cannot be the only one who, upon the first two weeks of the season being canceled, said, "F#$k it, my threat is real. I will not support them."
Because I will not support a league that bullies its players by canceling their games and their seasons, and throws their fans out with the rest of the garbage and does not take into consideration the fact that this time around, with information more privy in this social media-centric age, fans are not as gullible as last time. They are taking away a large part of my life, something that feels like it's my only livelihood at times, and this is the third time in twenty years. I'm fed up.
Or am I? Is my assertion that my bluff isn't actually a bluff really just another bluff*? If they reached a deal tomorrow or even in December, and some of the season was salvaged, would I really stand by my word and not go to games, not buy merchandise?
---
Out to lunch with my coworkers today, I happened to glance over at the bar and froze when I saw Jimmy Howard. Seeing hockey players both out of uniform and in person always takes me by surprise...mostly because I never have encounters with anyone famous. They simply live on my television or computer screen.
Howard was there, taking it easy, having just finished the morning practice at the Troy Sports Center down the street. And Abdelkader sat down next to him.
And I had a slight spaz attack, which should embarrass me more than it did. After all, my coworkers have only known me for five months and do not know how serious my love for all things hockey and Red Wings is.
I'm not one of those fans that will bother players and ask for pictures or autographs if I see them out and about. They have their own lives and I certainly do not plan on being rude and interrupting whatever they're doing. Had they not left so quickly after I noticed them, I would have at least passed by, smiled, and told them, "I wish you guys were playing hockey."
As I watched them leave and meet up with two guys standing out front (which turned out to be Johan Franzen and Niklas Kronwall, whom had been sitting six feet away from me and probably heard every word I said to my coworkers about Abdelkader and Howard), I realized just how much I miss the sport.
I love it too much. I cannot live without the sport, without my Hockey Night In Canada, without my Detroit Red Wings. Just catching a glimpse of Red Wings players made my heart ache - and they weren't even playing hockey!
And when the four men left my sight and went on their way, I realized that no, my empty threats are not empty.
This team, this sport means far too much to me. I won't go so far as to say that I won't watch games on television. But I refuse to buy new merchandise, I refuse to buy tickets to games. Perhaps I should support what I love...
I've put up with enough work stoppages in this league to forgive them so readily this time around.
But here's hoping something happens soon. Or the NHL may have a lot more fans like me not supporting them and may not be able to recover from a canceled season as well as they did last time.
---
*If you're not a Simpsons fan, the book pictured is Don't Do What Donny Dont Does, which is just as clear as my sentence.
I'm not the only hockey fan pissed off beyond belief at what's going on right now. I'm not the only one who has threatened to leave the sport altogether, not buy any merchandise, not go to any games, because owners' greed has prevented yet another season. I'm not the only hockey fan that's known my threats are a bluff.
And I know I cannot be the only one who, upon the first two weeks of the season being canceled, said, "F#$k it, my threat is real. I will not support them."
Because I will not support a league that bullies its players by canceling their games and their seasons, and throws their fans out with the rest of the garbage and does not take into consideration the fact that this time around, with information more privy in this social media-centric age, fans are not as gullible as last time. They are taking away a large part of my life, something that feels like it's my only livelihood at times, and this is the third time in twenty years. I'm fed up.
Or am I? Is my assertion that my bluff isn't actually a bluff really just another bluff*? If they reached a deal tomorrow or even in December, and some of the season was salvaged, would I really stand by my word and not go to games, not buy merchandise?
---
Out to lunch with my coworkers today, I happened to glance over at the bar and froze when I saw Jimmy Howard. Seeing hockey players both out of uniform and in person always takes me by surprise...mostly because I never have encounters with anyone famous. They simply live on my television or computer screen.
Howard was there, taking it easy, having just finished the morning practice at the Troy Sports Center down the street. And Abdelkader sat down next to him.
And I had a slight spaz attack, which should embarrass me more than it did. After all, my coworkers have only known me for five months and do not know how serious my love for all things hockey and Red Wings is.
I'm not one of those fans that will bother players and ask for pictures or autographs if I see them out and about. They have their own lives and I certainly do not plan on being rude and interrupting whatever they're doing. Had they not left so quickly after I noticed them, I would have at least passed by, smiled, and told them, "I wish you guys were playing hockey."
As I watched them leave and meet up with two guys standing out front (which turned out to be Johan Franzen and Niklas Kronwall, whom had been sitting six feet away from me and probably heard every word I said to my coworkers about Abdelkader and Howard), I realized just how much I miss the sport.
I love it too much. I cannot live without the sport, without my Hockey Night In Canada, without my Detroit Red Wings. Just catching a glimpse of Red Wings players made my heart ache - and they weren't even playing hockey!
And when the four men left my sight and went on their way, I realized that no, my empty threats are not empty.
This team, this sport means far too much to me. I won't go so far as to say that I won't watch games on television. But I refuse to buy new merchandise, I refuse to buy tickets to games. Perhaps I should support what I love...
I've put up with enough work stoppages in this league to forgive them so readily this time around.
But here's hoping something happens soon. Or the NHL may have a lot more fans like me not supporting them and may not be able to recover from a canceled season as well as they did last time.
---
*If you're not a Simpsons fan, the book pictured is Don't Do What Donny Dont Does, which is just as clear as my sentence.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Lockout Comics!
We need some form of entertainment during what will probably turn into a lengthy lockout. And since my "let's make up what would happen during the season" idea did not catch fire (and would be a hell of a lot of work), I came up with another idea.
Firstly, I need to get back into drawing Red Wings comics. Secondly, I have a way to do that. Thirdly, it will be entertaining for you guys!
A few weeks ago, the ever lovely Ally (@TuzzisChinStrap on Twitter) made a comment about line combinations for this season involving Zetterberg and Datsyuk making smores and having sleepovers. So then I drew this doodle while at work (click to make it large):
Naturally, I feel the need to expand on the hilarity (and stupidity) that would follow. Especially since wherever there's a campfire, there's a Murph with hotdogs lurking in the shadows.
Come witness the hilarity of what happens when Datsyuk decides to have a bonfire in his backyard and simply sends out a mass text to his teammates and Red Wings alum. Come see Mickey Redmond confused by the lockout and making color commentary on the bonfire (Example: "Zetterberg finishes assembling his s'more and that's just a tic-tac-toe play.").
This is an easy way to add a little hilarity into our drab lockout.
The comic will be uploaded here (in a better quality than on a legal pad) and will be updated on would-be game days.
Stay tuned! The first one is up Friday October 12, because we all know we're just days away from the first two weeks of the season being canceled.
Firstly, I need to get back into drawing Red Wings comics. Secondly, I have a way to do that. Thirdly, it will be entertaining for you guys!
A few weeks ago, the ever lovely Ally (@TuzzisChinStrap on Twitter) made a comment about line combinations for this season involving Zetterberg and Datsyuk making smores and having sleepovers. So then I drew this doodle while at work (click to make it large):
Naturally, I feel the need to expand on the hilarity (and stupidity) that would follow. Especially since wherever there's a campfire, there's a Murph with hotdogs lurking in the shadows.
Come witness the hilarity of what happens when Datsyuk decides to have a bonfire in his backyard and simply sends out a mass text to his teammates and Red Wings alum. Come see Mickey Redmond confused by the lockout and making color commentary on the bonfire (Example: "Zetterberg finishes assembling his s'more and that's just a tic-tac-toe play.").
This is an easy way to add a little hilarity into our drab lockout.
The comic will be uploaded here (in a better quality than on a legal pad) and will be updated on would-be game days.
Stay tuned! The first one is up Friday October 12, because we all know we're just days away from the first two weeks of the season being canceled.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
