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Ovechkin to Skip All-Star Game: So What?

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Alexander Ovechkin laid a medium-grade hit on Zbynek Michalek during a loss to the Pittsburgh Penguins this week. The NHL suspended him for two games, in a timeframe which includes Saturday’s All-Star Game. Read more…

Bruce Boudreau to the Ducks

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Bruce Boudreau got one day off before he went West Coast. Read more…

Boudreau Out as Caps Coach, Hunter Hired

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And that’s all she wrote for Gabby. Read more…

Racism is in the Eye of the Beholder, Unless You’re Racist

So, let’s say you’re at hockey game and someone makes a play that you, in your infinite wisdom do not agree with. Do you:

A) Yell that your grandma plays better hockey from her wheelchair with her guide dog.

B) Yell that they should replace said player with the team mascot for maximum effectiveness.

C) Yell that you, as a mid-level manager at a dog food supply company could play better (insert position here) than said player.

D) Throw a banana at said player, who happens to be black.

If you chose D, like the douche who threw a banana at Philadelphia Flyer Wayne Simmonds (one of the few black players in the NHL), I should like you to consider the following.

Douchey McKKK is admitting to throwing the banana, but is flummoxed at why people would think it’s racist. His lawyer adds that, if anything, Christopher Moorehouse wishes he’d chosen another fruit:

He was horrified when he saw the implications a day later as to how it had come out, and he said to me, ‘If I had an apple or an orange, I would have thrown that out onto the ice. I did not realize the significance. This is a young guy who’s guilty, if anything, of an act of stupidity.

Um. I don’t know. It might be racist because you threw a BANANA at a BLACK guy. This is not a complicated algorithm. So yes, Christopher Moorehouse. When you premeditated your offense by bringing a banana to a hockey arena to throw it at one of the few black players in the league, you can rest assured that what you are doing is, indeed, racist.

You can also cease acting shocked that everyone else thinks so, too.

At least Simmonds got the goal.

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The Game That Changed My Life

Hi. I’m Canadian. That means I’m morally obligated to love hockey, unless I want to be exiled, eh? Sadly, this love didn’t come to me until I was 13.

On October 4, 1991, I attended my first Vancouver Canucks game. That was also the San Jose Shark’s very first game – I still have my puck like the one above. My grandfather had four tickets, but they were not together. I sat with my dad for the first and second periods in the lower bowl while my brother sat with Grandpa in the upper seats; we switched for the third period.

It was unlike anything I had experienced in my life. Attending a game is not even remotely close to watching it on television. The atmosphere and excitement is electric. (Although, to be fair, I still find it somewhat difficult to follow along without the play-by-play.) The sights and sounds are overwhelming – well, at least for a 13-year old from the sticks they were.

I’ve been a Canucks fan ever since, and support the local hockey club whenever possible. I haven’t been to a Canucks game since I was 19 (14 long years ago), but I’d probably have to sell a kidney AND my liver to get good tickets now. Because of the family I’ve gotten myself into, I will also cheer for the Habs, but not when they’re playing Vancouver, obviously. And when it comes to the playoffs, if my team is practicing their golf swings, I’ll cheer for whichever Canadian teams are left.

I don’t know a lot about hockey: I just know that I love it, and that’s good enough for me.

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