Sometimes, as a guy with no formal writing experience, you rush into an article without doing the appropriate amount of research, or say something really dumb. I'm awesome at that. My piece about new jerseys in the NHL is so full of errors and bad judgement that I felt a whole secondary post may be needed to fix this.
After the Wild, Hurricanes, Sharks, and Sabres dropped new sweaters on us last year, the latest round of uniform updates have started to come out, just in time for the start of preseason games.
Do you remember what you were doing the first time you heard your favorite band? I was in Cambridge in 2007, chilling in my friend's apartment. I had tickets for the Lawrence Arms, and decided to skip a week of classes to visit friends and catch the show. He had gone to work for the day, and I was on a random message board, reading posts from a few dudes about how the best rock band in the world was a Japanese trio called Boris, named after the Melvins song.
The jaded old punks will tell you that punk is dead. That modern bands aren't important anymore. That the scene today doesn't mean crap compared to the Spirit of '76 or '84 or whenever. DC hardcore, NY hardcore, California hardcore, British oi!, nothing today will ever mean as much as those scenes did. But they're wrong. They're dead wrong.