Hole In My Head

I thought about this particularly Dixie Chicks tune to describe my self enforced diet, but I'm making progress there, so I'll use it to rant, quickly, I promise, about the state of hockey.

I read another blog today that called Gary Bettman the serial killer of hockey.  As creepy as that sounds, oh how accurate.  The delayed news now is how we will be missing the sport at least until the 1st of November, to which I really wanted to say, no really?  Color me surprised.

Ach, the bitterness is spreading.  I can't think about hockey without getting riled up.  I just want to scream at both sides.  Like I said last time, THERE IS NO MORAL HIGH GROUND ANYMORE!!!  Hmm, expected that to be a bit more therapeutic than it turned out being.  Let's be honest, I thought this whole blogging thing would be more therapeutic than it has been.  I've come to accept that I just get riled up about sports, but, more particularly  the politics of sports.  My mom is a political wonk.  She loves it, and watches it, and reads it.  It drives me up a wall.  But here I am, having to watch as my favorite spectator sport ever is embroiled in the same b.s.  It hurts, and being driven up a wall isn't the half of it.  I turn the T.V. off, but my phone is another matter.

I have taken to following Mettalrug Magnitogorsk.  I admit, Evgeni Malkin is probably my favorite player to watch.  I love every player who dons a Pens jersey, but Geno has that rare natural talent without even trying.  Still, I'm now reduced to Russian YouTube clips, and translating a site from Russian can be a bit tricky.  I don't speak enough to do it easily, but I refuse to crack and use Google Translate.  After all, every roadblock is just an opportunity in disguise, right?  Well, the lock out has turned into an opportunity to broaden my understanding of Russian. I've already learned the words for goal, miss, and save.  Let's see if I can get those penalties figured out next.  It seems we hockey fans are going to be having some time on our hands.

BlytheLea L.E.

(If I were a more violent minded person, I'd be calling for a lynching right about now.  Please, no one take that seriously.  Very little of what I ever say is meant to be taken seriously.  And why is it we all have to have disclaimers attached to everything?  Seriously, it worries me.)