I’m picturing Petr Nedved coming over from his native Czech to Canada for the World Juniors and defecting, hiding in Canada and never going back, becoming a Canadian citizen.
I don’t want to make light of that, because what Nedved did was extremely courageous and serious.
But I can’t help but imagine all these Boneheads parachuting into town this weekend for tomorrow’s Boneheadpalooza and deciding to never go back from whence they came.
Anyway, I must sadly say that I’m working all weekend at Yankees-Mets and will not be attending the official function in Tribeca Friday night. Byfuglien. I still hold out hope that the game ends quickly and I can get there late, but it’s doubtful. Usually we get out of the stadium around 12:30 or later. By the time I got downtown and parked it would probably be close to 1:30, and this ain’t the good old days of knocking back Tequilas until 4 a.m. These are the bad old days of trying and failing to stay awake for West Coast hockey games on TV.
But I hope youse all have a blast, and that some of youse will send pictures to me via e-mail.
I’ve got to go see Mr. Titleist today, my only day off this week (some day off, I have to blog in the morning, then write a column when I get back). At least we get some hockey tonight; as ilb pointed out, there aren’t many hockey nights left in this season.