Hey everyone, Buster here. I’ve been following Sam’s posts and now Carp’s and his team’s for about two years. I’ve been more active in submitting some comments and thoughts the past year or so, and it goes without saying that the daily conversations here are great hockey fun. Though I’m not as loyal a poster as some of you guys, I’m always reading and laughing along, and many times out loud.
That said, I can’t thank Carp enough for a spot on the guest blog. Like those before me have said, getting in was the easy part…what to say is the real challenge. So, with that, I’m offering up a two-part blog: 1) a quick show-and-tell followed by 2) a Fall commentary…
Part 1: Visual Blog
Some unsolicited advice to the NHL: go back to the home whites. I’ve always been a fan of the home whites. And the sidebar picture (above) here would be a great new jersey, eh? Kidding, of course, but I thought everyone here would get a good chuckle out of it…
Part 2: October Chill
There’s nothing like getting the chills. Sometimes they sneak up on us and tickle the back of our neck when we least expect it. Sometimes we know exactly when they’re going to hit but have absolutely no way of stopping them…so we welcome them and almost look forward to it. The best kind of chills, and this is speaking strictly within the world of sports and the emotions they bring out in us, are the ones that leave a mark…the ones that stand the test of time and never fail to say hello again and again. There are “Fictional Chills,” like the ones we all get when Rocky stands up at “9” and Apollo falls back into the corner. Or when Roy Hobbs destroys the lights and rounds the bases under falling fireworks. There are “History Making Chills,” like the ones that stay tucked away but come out in full force when we see Eruzione beat Myshkin. Or when we watch a winger named Stephane become “Matteau! Matteau! Matteau!”
But no chill compares to the “October Chill” that starts swooping in when the calendar turns from August to September. We can feel its moving parts in the air: The pennant races are heating up in baseball. Meaningless preseason NFL games are ready to give way to Week 1. And, best of all, the light at the end of the The Garden’s tunnel is starting to flicker on. This is the chill that comes only once a year. It’s not “Fictional” or “History Making,” but is incomparable in its subtleness and its strength. We know it is coming. Crave it. Sure, baseball is great and passes the time through the dog days of summer, but something is missing…the air isn’t crisp. We love fighting the heat and humidity by cooling off at the beaches or swimming in the pools, yet would much rather be staring at a sheet of ice.
We know it is there. The shorts and the bathing suits start trading places with the jackets and the jeans. The sun begins to disappear a minute or two earlier than the day before. We swear we can hear the snow stops and the slap shots and the glove saves and the whistles. It is within reach now. It is almost here. Hockey Season. Welcome Back. I just got the chills.