Mudshot Eyes

[We interrupt our regularly scheduled blog article for a hockey post, regardless of those of you who ignore professional sports…]  

I had planned on posting the rest of The Shack review, but I had a diversion from our normal Sunday writing time today.  Krista and I were surprised by two free tickets to the Nashville Predator’s game 6 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs (round 1).  My sister and her husband were gracious enough to pass them along to us when they couldn’t use them, and we had a blast.  

The story of the game was the defense of the Detroit Red Wings.  After the first period, it was like Detroit had an extra man on defense every time the Predators came down the ice.  The Preds lost 0-3, and as a long time Detroit-hater it was painful to watch.  However, no one expected the Preds to take them to a Game 6, so there is some solace in that.

The Preds are now out of the playoffs, but it was worth being there just to experience the intensity of playoff hockey.  I said to Krista on the way to the car that if someone gave me the choice of Superbowl tickets or tickets to any game of the Stanley Cup playoffs, I would choose NHL every time. There is nothing like it!

[We now return to our regularly scheduled programming…  I’ll have the rest of my review of The Shack this week.]

Forgive this relatively shallow posting about the greatest sport on earth, but tonight is Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals. If you aren’t watching this stuff, then you haven’t given it enough of a chance. You have to love any competition where you must have two 20 minute breaks because of the level of intensity during the game. There is more passion, more pain, and more intensity in hockey than there is in any other professional sport.

I’m glued to OLN for the finals tonight, but I’m writing this during intermission since a goal could be scored or a body check could happen at any given moment during the 20-minute period. Speaking of the finals; there is no better time to get hooked on hockey. A do or die sudden-death overtime game in the finals will have you watching hockey for the rest of your days. Unless you prefer world championship poker, in which case “may the worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul.” - from Shakespeare
Here’s to the greatest sport on earth, with the absolute best season finale: The Stanley Cup.