Full disclosure: I’m a complete luddite. As such, I wish we could have just stopped at CDs and DVDs. I think space travel is a complete waste of valuable money and intellectual resources that could be far better used to, say, eradicate poverty here on Earth, where people actually live. My 15-year-old son does a lot of sighing and gritting of teeth as I fumble through a game of NHL 15 with him.
When the NHL negotiated its 12-year, $5.2 billion landmark deal for the Canadian broadcast rights with Rogers, it was easy to grasp how enormous the deal was, how good it was for the NHL from a financial standpoint and how it would change the viewing landscape in the four-screen universe and all that. I got that.
But that did not prevent me from pushing buttons in frustration and yelling at my television last night as I frantically searched for the Pittsburgh-Detroit game. Heard it was a pretty good game. Kudos to those plucky Red Wings (heh-heh, plucky Red Wings) for scoring twice with their net empty with under three minutes left before winning it in overtime. Boy, it sure looked exciting on the highlights.