by Charlie Teljeur - August 7, 2008 2:33 PM UTC
Hey teams and fans. You're not the only ones being left hanging this summer...
Hi, you’ve reached Mats’ house. I’m not here right now, but if you leave your name and number, I’ll be sure to get back to you as soon as I can.
by Charlie Teljeur - July 24, 2008 2:10 PM UTC
Across-the-pond leagues are determined - hell or high frozen water - to reclaim players who are rightfully theirs.
Hmmm, how can I most accurately explain this? What would be a good analogy to describe the current state of Euro-NHL relations? Maybe a chess match, in which one side – the NHL – has three Queens, five Knights, 12 Rooks and an infinite number of pawns.
by Charlie Teljeur - July 10, 2008 12:09 PM UTC
If only Lord Stanley's mug could talk...
Hey all. Just thought I’d take some time from another busy working vacation to say hi to everybody back home at the Hall. I know it still irks a lot of you that I’m the only one of us that gets to travel regularly, but hey, hands up those of you who have found themselves at the bottom of the St.
by Charlie Teljeur - June 26, 2008 10:41 AM UTC
Forget TLC, if you're having trouble, er, getting things done, try a touch of TML.
“Ola! I’m Ernesto.” “And I’m hockey legend, Cliff Fletcher.” “A while back, Senor Cliff came to me complaining about something a lot of men his age complain about…” “The paperboy hitting the gladiolas!” “Ha Ha.
by Charlie Teljeur - June 12, 2008 10:11 AM UTC
Oh my god, you have to read this. This is, like, the hugest story ever!
Can you believe Todd McLellan has been hired to coach the San Jose Sharks? I find that simply incredible, mainly because I have absolutely no idea who Todd McLellan is.
by Charlie Teljeur - June 5, 2008 1:34 PM UTC
Itâ€™s over. Itâ€™s really over. Not the final - I mean hockey itself.
It’s over. It’s really over. Not the final - I mean hockey itself. Look out the door. See the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? (Actually, now – thanks to the PC police, it’s two men, a Latino woman and a blind Australian shepherd).
by Charlie Teljeur - May 29, 2008 1:38 PM UTC
The follicular truth must to be told...
I hear the snickers. I read your signs. You pick on me and you pick on Sidney because I don’t live up to your lofty expectations. You have this notion in your head that playoff beards have to be wild and unruly.
by Charlie Teljeur - May 22, 2008 11:28 AM UTC
To claim the 2008 Cup, the Wings and Pens are going to have to change the hockey paradigm.
It’s a new age. It’s a different game. The 1952 approach of strong defense, timely goaltending and stealing the other team’s donkey just doesn’t cut it anymore.
by Charlie Teljeur - May 15, 2008 9:43 AM UTC
At the start of the playoffs everyone is excited at the chance to win the Cup, but until the final begins the games get progressively less interesting.
Excited about the playoffs yet? Go ahead. Be honest. Admitting you’ve been flipping over to watch The Iron Chef or something to do with gaudy home makeovers doesn’t make you any less of a hockey fan (actually it does – I can’t believe you’re so gullible).
by Charlie Teljeur - May 8, 2008 1:38 PM UTC
Some traditions are just tossed aside so easily.
Lost in all the media hullabaloo surrounding the re-birth of the Flyers; Malkin and Crosby’s Coming Out Party (not that kind of coming out, mind you.
by Charlie Teljeur - May 1, 2008 12:02 PM UTC
In this edition of L.C., Charlie answers your/his questions about Sean Avery, the Sharks, and the future of the Maple Leafs.
Sean Avery has a lacerated spleen. What is that? Will he be OK? Will he ever be the same player? Hey, one question at a time. The spleen is located just south of the skull and just north of the big toe.
by Charlie Teljeur - April 24, 2008 12:17 PM UTC
Yes, your playoff season is done and your spirits are low, but cheer up, son, you've still got lots to be happy about.
Hey Mopey, why the long face? I know, I know, you lost your little playoff series thingy and now you’re all depressed and you think throwing your clammy elbow pads at the janitor will somehow magically make your worries disappear.