I was going to refrain from writing about the All Star Game because, well, we all know I hate fun. That I’d prefer to sit in a dark corner and listen to Jim Hughson read a list of players names than partake in any contrived fun event. And seriously, we've been talking about Columbus hosting the All Star Weekend for what feels like a decade.
But then I saw the NHL’s announcement this morning and I had to say something:
A little earlier, this tweet was sent out:
Martin Brodeur will take another week or so, post all-star break, to decide his future, agent Pat Brisson says. The Blues are cool with that— Pierre LeBrun (@Real_ESPNLeBrun) January 20, 2015
And I double and triple checked to make sure it was a legit account and not just someone spreading the rumorrrrrrs through the league.
So it seems Martin Brodeur’s tenure in the NHL is coming to an awkward, jaunted end. Which is terribly unfortunate. For those of us old enough, we understand the level at which he competed at game after game. There was nothing worse than knowing Marty would be in net to face your team, his skill was unmatched. Holding nearly every goalie record, Brodeur will go down in history.
You drop whatever amount a ticket is in your respective city. $100 $200 $800 whatever the hell it is. You spend good money on a personalized sweater. What’s a game without snacks, maybe some alcohol or a stop to the team store. The grand total for an average hockey game is more than I can imagine, more than most of us can imagine.
SO WHY IN GOOD HELL DO YOU THROW YOUR SWEATER ON THE ICE?
Fuck off. Seriously.
It's that time of year again, like clockwork, professional shitheel Dan Carcillo finds himself suspended for some harebrained play. All of you have seen the play by now, Carcillo cross checked Mathieu Perreault post whistle. It was a "classic" Carcillo hit and in classic hockey fandom, we've all flipped the hell out.