Wednesday: our Kings in the Stanley Cup Finals
30 May 2012
My friend Christy was complaining the other day about fair-weathered hockey 
fans. In Los Angeles there must be millions of us, mostly because we didn’t grow up playing the sport (we live beneath palm trees, for chrissake) and only became interested when Wayne Gretzky joined the home team in 1988. Back then, it suddenly became cool (cold actually) to attend hockey games and talk about checking, face-offs, power plays, and slashing. After The Great One left, ice hockey ennui set in again here in the Land of Shallow People.
You know I’m a sports fan. When I lived in New York, I attended a few Islanders’ games and appreciated what the athletes were doing in the rink. I didn’t quite understand why jerseys were removed before a knock-down, drag-out fight but whatever. I’m just impressed by anyone who can move around a sheet of ice like hockey players do. The pads they wear and the uniforms that come over them are unfortunate (everything is left up to the imagination) and even though I know it’s not their job to be sexy, the NHL might gain more viewers if us ladies could recognize the players’ back ends a little more distinctly. Just sayin’.
All of this is to mention that tonight at 5pm PST, our Kings take on the New Jersey Devils in New Jersey to open the Stanley Cup Finals. That’s right – the FINALS. I may be a fair-weathered hockey fan but I’m most certainly a home team supporter and I’ll be cheering with the best of ‘em. I’ll particularly be keeping my eye on Jonathan Quick, the goaltender, because he’s kinda cute (I think he’s twelve) and I always have a soft spot in my heart for that position, whether it’s in the rink or out on the pitch.
On NBC.
My friend Christy was complaining the other day about fair-weathered hockey 
fans. In Los Angeles there must be millions of us, mostly because we didn’t grow up playing the sport (we live beneath palm trees, for chrissake) and only became interested when Wayne Gretzky joined the home team in 1988. Back then, it suddenly became cool (cold actually) to attend hockey games and talk about checking, face-offs, power plays, and slashing. After The Great One left, ice hockey ennui set in again here in the Land of Shallow People.
You know I’m a sports fan. When I lived in New York, I attended a few Islanders’ games and appreciated what the athletes were doing in the rink. I didn’t quite understand why jerseys were removed before a knock-down, drag-out fight but whatever. I’m just impressed by anyone who can move around a sheet of ice like hockey players do. The pads they wear and the uniforms that come over them are unfortunate (everything is left up to the imagination) and even though I know it’s not their job to be sexy, the NHL might gain more viewers if us ladies could recognize the players’ back ends a little more distinctly. Just sayin’.
All of this is to mention that tonight at 5pm PST, our Kings take on the New Jersey Devils in New Jersey to open the Stanley Cup Finals. That’s right – the FINALS. I may be a fair-weathered hockey fan but I’m most certainly a home team supporter and I’ll be cheering with the best of ‘em. I’ll particularly be keeping my eye on Jonathan Quick, the goaltender, because he’s kinda cute (I think he’s twelve) and I always have a soft spot in my heart for that position, whether it’s in the rink or out on the pitch.
On NBC.
sorry, still can’t care…but do enjoy yourself!