Yep, just checked my pulse. I’m still alive.
Actually having a great day. On the train into the city I ran into one of my favorite all-time ex-bosses and we had a nice chat.
Then I went into see the best—and when I say the best, I mean THE BEST—hockey producer/director tandem on the planet in the MSG HD truck. It’s like the Starship Enterprise in there, only with a few hundred HD monitors.
Anyway, producer Joe Whelan just got married, so congrats to him. And director Bob Lewis is in his 40th year as a Garden employee. Wow. Those guys spend every game night in that truck with, oh, 22 or 24 of their closest colleagues. Very cool.
Then I got into the Garden and had a nice chat with Mark Howe—and how’s this for a ridiculous commentary: I went in and didn’t need to identify myself to pick up credentials, and Mark Howe, great player in his own right and son of Gordie, had to ID himself. We spoke about his dad, and we talked about the old days in those little arenas, and the noise and how you never saw a bad game in those small rinks.
He also told me he had just gotten to Detroit when the Wings came in here one night, and he didn’t know the history and wasn’t aware of what was to come, but he saw Bob Probert snarling and chomping. That was the night Probert beat the carcillo out of Domi.
So that was fun.
The other thing is, I believe, we’re going to have a pre-season Q&A with Sam Rosen next week. We’re working on the details now. So if there’s anything you really want me to ask—seriously, not stupid stuff—let me know.
Oh, also got to see Mama today at the office.
See youse later.