It’s a sad story I’m about to tell you.
I finally sat down twenty hours after the fact to watch the big Canada-US junior game, and things were going swimmingly. I saw Canada fall behind 4-2 and in typically dramatic fashion, tie it up late in the game like I almost knew they would. I saw the disputed Canadian goal that wasn’t counted, and I settled in to watch the overtime and possible shootout, and I was feeling good. Real good.
Then the recording ended.
I missed the overtime and shootout and instead of watching it at this very moment, I’m talking to you instead. And soon it’s back to work for day two of eight straight evening shifts.
It’s a good thing I don’t keep a gun in the house.
But I know Canada won in the shootout and so do you and we love the World Juniors.
There’s also something very important to mention that’s got nothing to do with the juniors. I was driving down the street yesterday and with my own eyes I saw it. At first I thought it was a hallucination, but the closer I got, I realized it was actually happening.
I saw about twenty kids playing road hockey in the pouring rain in a schoolyard. Yes I did. Kids playing road hockey. It wasn’t a mirage or an acid flashback. It was real kids playing real road hockey.
And I thought all kids did nowadays was play video games on the computer. Seeing that restores my faith in the human race. I wish I had a camera in the car so I could show you.
If Gary Bettman and others want to increase interest in hockey in non-hockey areas of the US, all they have to do is show Canada- USA junior games, only condense them to an hour of all the good stuff. Surely they’d like an hour of nicely-edited big-time excitement. Wouldn’t they?