Teammates and referees simply sat back and watched, letting the players fight it out, bare-knuckle style without helmets or gloves, for what felt like several minutes. And meanwhile, the 17,000 strong crowd bayed for their blood. Was I the only person who felt deeply uncomfortable about this?
What has two legs and skates faster than your average late-night Caltrain? Not an NFL player. What has 32 teeth and isn’t afraid to lose a few of them? Not an NBA pro. What runs at above 100 beats per minute for the most intense two-and-a-half hours in professional sports? Most definitely not an MLB…
It’s finally mid-November, the flowers are blooming in the Southern Hemisphere and I’m pretty sure the sun is shining somewhere above the blanket of rain clouds that now call Stanford home. That all means one thing: It’s a great time to be a hockey fan, especially here in the Bay Area. After a disappointing seventh-place…
The NHL has consistently been the odd black sheep of the “big” American sports leagues. The NFL owns Sundays, the MLB is the official league of “America’s pastime” and the NBA is where amazing happens. The NHL? Truthfully speaking, hockey has lacked a catchphrase in the modern Internet era.
Eleven players were ejected over the course of first week of the NHL postseason—to six during the entire playoffs a year ago—and several have been suspended by league disciplinarian Brendan Shanahan in an attempt to keep hockey from fully turning into “Fight Club on Ice.” But the Stanley Cup Playoffs have resembled just that in the early going, and a sport that has been deeply questioning the role of fighting ever since the death of former enforcer Derek Boogaard at the age of 28 last summer now finds itself mired in one of the roughest postseasons in recent memory.
You better believe that we nerds are only going to keep rising to the top in the next few years. Andrew Luck and Aaron Rodgers will be dominating the NFL for the foreseeable future, Mark Appel is the early favorite to snag baseball’s No. 1 pick this summer and, until further notice, the Linsanity is going to continue in Madison Square Garden.
As someone who’s lived in the Bay Area for his whole life, I recognize that there are certain things that we just aren’t supposed to know about out here. Snow plows? I thought those were only in movies. Ski goggles and mummy bags? I’ll rent them out if I ever spend a weekend in Yosemite.
In order to reach out to casual fans all over the country, the NHL needs to evaluate staging the Winter Classic in a different region than between Chicago and New York. I, for one, think it would be great for the NHL if next year’s Classic came here to the Bay Area, in Candlestick Park or AT&T Park.