Fatherhood has made me soft, so rather than dwell on the Rangers’ sloppy defensive play, their maddening reluctance to take wide open shots, or the fact that Henrik Lundqvist might have been “the only thing standing between the team and a fifth straight loss”:http://www.thejournalnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061208/SPORTS01/612080404/1034/SPORTS, I instead spent most of my time at practice today focusing on Michael Nylander and the birth of his baby girl last night.
(By the way, nothing official on the name front, so there’s still time to cast your votes. I’m not sure if the Nylanders are aware that I’ve auctioned off the name of their sixth child, but you don’t think they’d mind, do you?)
It’s true, the Rangers center was back on the ice the morning after his frenetic dash to Greenwich Hospital (where, of course, the heir to the Blog throne, my son, was also born). Turns out Nylander’s wife Camilla had gone into labor earlier in the day, but the player assumed things were moving at a leisurely pace, and didn’t think it was going to conflict with last night’s game. He soon learned otherwise, and when he stepped off the ice after the first period, Camilla called and told him he needed to kick it into gear. Nylander did, abruptly hopping in the shower before busting it up to Greenwich with 12 minutes to spare (See, he could have played at least another shift!).
Anyway, for all my stupid jokes—i.e. they already had five kids so what was the big deal?—the center was beaming this morning. And why not: his new daughter is healthy, the Rangers came back to win in his absence, and with six kids, the Nylanders now have a decent game of half-ice 3-on-3. Really, what else is there?
A few other thoughts: