Hustling Metropolis

I Love Gopher Hockey

Unfortunately, I was only able to catch the first period of last night's big win over Bucky. http://www.gophersports.com/sportsNews/press_release.asp?news_id=11822&sport_id=mhock . Ms. Metropolis and I were invited to dinner with her parents, which was lovely.

Beating the Badgers in anything, including chess or rowing or any other concocted competition, never gets old. It is especially gratifying given that UW came in and swept us at home last time they matched up. I was at the Friday affair--two really poor periods followed by one good one, still coming up short. Oh, and I think the Badgers may have stolen a game at Metrodome earlier this year, too; I fear I'll never block that game from my memory.

I'm at school attempting to fix my incredibly terrible National Moot Court brief, but my mind keeps wandering to tonight's matchup, when the Gophs will be going for the sweep. I don't care if "What Not to Wear" is on, Ms. Metro is not going to stop me from watching the game tonight. I know she won't mind too much, despite the fact that I have been recently referred to as a remote hog. I guess that comes as result of growing up in a family where the only "girl" never touched the remote unless it was to turn the TV off. Girls don't really care to watch TV, do they? I always assumed they had better, more productive things to do with their time than us men--like balance the checkbook or maybe cook a delicious supper. I digress.

I've only recently become a big hockey fan, so don't show up here expecting a great analysis of any game. A great hockey mind, I am not. I know the basic rules and a little strategy, and that's about it. The thing I love about hockey, however, is the sudden and often unexpected excitement that occurs when a goal is scored. It happens so fast. In football, even the most exciting plays develop gradually; an 80 yard TD run takes a minimum of 10 seconds. A home run takes a few seconds to elminate any doubt and clear the fence. In hockey, goals often come when you least expect them, like Ryan Potulny's goal off the faceoff last night. I wasn't expecting that goal at that moment, and neither were the radio fellas, who were barely able to get off the call.

So go Gophers! As the sayings go, F--- Bucky, and Better Dead Than Red.

posted by Barry Metropolis @ 12:19 PM