The weirdest thing happened. I was unable to blog for a week and … I missed you guys. I really did. I couldn’t wait to get back in here, even though I had nothing to add and nothing in particular to say. I just missed the back-and-forth, all the hockey talk and even moreso, all the nonsense we share.
Not much happening, really, although I’m sure a lot of you had a little heart-jump with the speculation that Cablevision was going to sell the Garden and its teams—which Cablevision promptly shot down.
Just a couple of things on the conference finals.
1) I know I don’t have to convince most of you guys to root against the Penguins. I’m rooting for Carolina, sort of. Oh, those who know me know that I am not a fan of hockey in places like Raleigh (sorry, just a personal old-school choice). But I’m pulling for the Hurricanes because—and you may not know this—Paul Maurice is one of Adam Graves’ best friends, and any great friend of Adam must be a terrific person. Dumb reason? Oh well.
2) Did you catch the level of skill in the Western final? Wow. Chicago did it the hard way, finishing out of the money all those years and finally building a roster out of the ashes. But it’s truly incredible what Detroit has done. The Red Wings have been an NHL superpower since the early 1990s (they were shockingly upset in the first round in ‘94 or they may have been the Rangers’ opponents in the final), and yet they have managed to draft better than teams in the lottery, and have kept a remarkable stream of home-grown talent coming. Unlike some other teams who will remain nameless.
Special thanks to Jane McManus for filling in all week long, and for keeping you guys entertained with some really clever posts. She’s the best, and she really loves doing this stuff.