There's nothing quite like the regular-season grind of the National Hockey League. Now, as they say, the real season starts. Hopefully your favorite team made it. If not, there's still some great hockey for you to digest in the coming weeks.
The 2012 NHL Stanley Cup Playoff field is set. Hear what the experts have to say.
Behind our collective fascination with the oversized there's bound to be some psychological phenomenon or misfiring neuron which explains why in some people the drive to construct monuments that will (in some cases) stand the test of time and befuddle the heck out of future generations is inescapable. But the much more important question: Why do we continue to encourage these people?
So, we've been busy with something of a pet project these past few days - a surprise we're planning to have ready for the Facebook page - come Monday afternoon, and haven't had as much time to dig for stories these past few days. But ... we've got two you might enjoy, which we will describe in one word each.
Story I. Green Ice:
Title: "Erie Otters unveil green ice to celebrate St. Patrick's Day"
Technology has this remarkable gift to be boon or bane when it comes to enhancing sports and fandom, (specifically re: hockey, though considering the nature of this website, that's probably assumed).
Odds are there are plenty of folks out there who if offered the chance would gladly and without hesitation accept ice-level seats - the price and popularity for tickets along the boards at most any arena are probably evidence enough to make that kind of assumption. The number of the mentally unbalanced harboring fantasies of really being at ice-level, miniaturized ala Honey I Shrunk the Kids, installed in a puck and carried around the rink are probably not quite as numerous.*
Since we've been doing this blogging thing, there have been a few instances in which we've come across headlines that could support an entire post by themselves - but for the sake of substance, we've opted to write on other subjects. But today ... there's just no way we couldn't do something with this. It just wouldn't be right. And it wouldn't be fair. So:
Some situations offer especially fertile ground for crowd sourcing - Kickstarter and "American Idol" are two that come immediately to mind, (that elections and popular revolutions come a bit later is kind of sad). But it does have its limitations: It can disperse advice and examples in spades, but it can't do the work for you. Case in point:
Much like "Home Alone" inspired a generation of children to take their sleds down the stairs - though maybe that was just us - or perform move-for-move imitations of light saber duels from "Star Wars" - though maybe that was just this kid - it seems that "Happy Gilmore" is at long last getting the tribute it deserves.
Well, another Don Cherry biopic has been released, apparently - the reason for which, we have to imagine, is that one film simply can't be expected to encompass the range and scope of such a considerable and vibrant personality, (just as a regular suit can't be expected to be a suitable container either). But perhaps that's something for another day - though the wardrobe alone warrants at least two or three full-length dissertations. Anyhow. Today we're talking Westerns.
From The Sudbury Star:
The worst thing about the Flintstones is just how right they were about some things. Foot-powered vehicles? Would have been great now that gas is topping 3 dollars a gallon. Giant Brontosaurus ribs? Economical means of feeding a modern-day nuclear family for a week, (at least). But finally, it seems, modern-day folks are catching up to their animated stone-age predecessors by employing animal appliances. Or something like that: