For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know I have a pretention to post my thoughts on fan flubs, which I have harmlessly termed “hockey fan faux pas.” For the many who don’t, I think fans are fair game for constructive critique as much as players, coaches, GMs, owners, teams and, of course, media.
The responses have ranged from ardent praise to sheer vitriol. Truth be told, however, I think fans can do, wear, say, shout, scream or yell whatever the heck they want, short of verbal or physical violence. They’ve paid their money, and the M.O. of any sports zealot should be to cut loose and have fun.
That said, it stabs me right in my hockey heart to see fans – particularly jersey junkies, which make up the bulk of my list – cross the cool line into flat-out uncool territory. After all, ours is the coolest sport on the planet.
So to that end, I’ve gone through my Twitter history to list my top 10 hockey fan faux pas. Feel free to tweet your agreement, disagreement or your hair-raising hostility to my list.
For adventurous foodies, Iceland has some of the world’s most daring dishes. Among them are singed sheep’s head, rams’ testicles and a mixed dish of sheep intestines, liver and lard tied up in a sheep’s stomach (kinda like haggis).
But by far the most olfactorily offensive, however, is hakarl, a traditional Icelandic meal of fermented Greenland shark that has to rot in the ground for six months before it’s even eatable for humans. It smells of ammonia and is chased with a local spirit called “Black Death,” just to take the taste away.
Imagine that and you’ll approximate how bad the Sharks stink up the ice whenever they visit the Sabres. Read more
As the NHL readies to return after shutting down for the Winter Olympics, it’s a good time to take stock of how clear my crystal ball was before the season started.
With the madness of the Sochi Games nearing its end, I’ve taken another look at my pre-season predictions for 2013-14, after having a glance around American Thanksgiving, when teams traditionally take stock of where they think they’re at. Read more
There’s a pause on the other end of the line, long enough to assume Dave Andrews didn’t hear the question. Perhaps he’s tired from his Friday afternoon racquetball workout. But really he’s just deep in thought. Read more
Make that three wins in a row for the New York Rangers, and nine in their past 12 games, after a 4-1 win over their crosstown rivals from Long Island Friday night. When February flips on tomorrow, the Rangers will be alone in second place in the Metropolitan Division, which is a long-distance laugh away from where they were three months ago after their first home game of the season.
When the Rangers hosted the Montreal Canadiens Oct. 28, they were the last team in the NHL to play a game at home. In fact, every other club had played at least three in its own barn by that day. Yet with their fans starving for some home cooking, the Rangers looked every bit homesick after nearly a month on the road and lost 2-0.
The NFL can at times be the “No Fun League” (none more so than killing kickoff returns by allowing kickers to boot the ball out of the end zone), but as THN colleague Adam Proteau tweeted this weekend, the NHL is too often guilty for being the “No Happiness League.”
And for the most ridiculous reasons sometimes. Take the conference championships, for example. The Denver Broncos and Seattle Seahawks both celebrated their wins in style, with each team’s owner, GM and players taking the stage together to recognize their accomplishment – with their worshipping fans – and have some good old-fashioned fun.
Contrast that with the NHL conference finals, in which winning teams traditionally don’t touch the trophies for fear the hockey gods will wreak their wrath in the Stanley Cup final and kick them back down the mountain just before they’re about to reach top after a lengthy and arduous climb. Read more
Late last week, I received a text from my ex-girlfriend now best friend: “My new obsession: Tom Wilson.”
Since she’s normally not much of a hockey fan and since I rarely watch TV I naturally assumed she meant some new actor I didn’t know about. Well, turns out she’d seen Wilson whoop Carter Ashton in a fight when the Capitals and Maple Leafs clashed last week and instantly developed a cougar crush on him.
She’s 35. Sure Wilson is in his 30s, she was shocked when I told her he’ll turn 20 in March. I’ve been calling her ‘Cougar’ ever since.
At the quarter mark of the season, the Central had the highest points percentage of the NHL’s four divisions. And with teams now past the halfway mark of the season, it has kept its crown as the league’s reigning Division of Death: