The Virtue Signal Brigade may not have stormed the beaches at Normandy or cleared the streets of Fallujah, Iraq, but it is comprised of men and woman who willingly lay down their social media lives for a foot on a soapbox. Continue reading “When the Virtue Signal Brigade Goes Marching In”
If there’s one thing that hard rock, grunge, nu metal—whatever you might categorize it—does well, it’s drawing up every thorn, every slash of angst that digs into everyone at some point in their existence.
While some drown the pain or attempt to irgnore it, rock musicians drag the drowning skeletons from the deep, holding them up for all to see. And that’s always been rock’s calling card: a catharsis rather than a cover-up of all the brokenness. Continue reading “After the Music Stops, Who Saves the Musician?”
We won’t forget you, Flower.
None of us will forget you flicking your glove like a switchblade during Game 7 of the 2009 Eastern Conference Quarterfinals, robbing Alexander Ovechkin on a breakaway. And how could any of us lose sight of you plowing across the crease, deflecting Nicklas Lidstrom’s snap shot in the waning moments of Game 7 of the 2009 Stanley Cup Final. Continue reading “Good Guy, Good Goaltender: Goodbye, Marc-Andre Fleury”
For the length and breadth of this Stanley Cup Final, the national media fawned over Nashville’s arena atmosphere, heaping upon it the same aura they do when talking about Jonathan Toews’ leadership.
But Smashville suffered a Steel City Invasion, the kind of invasion that hushed the whole of Bridgestone Arena’s collective vocal cords. Continue reading “It Is Finished: Pens Grab Back-to-Back Titles”
Jake Guentzel served as Phil Kessel’s stick boy when Kessel attended the University of Minnesota. Guentzel’s father was an assistant coach for the Golden Gophers at the time, and the pre-teen Guentzel inevitably hung around the rink. Thus, during games, Guentzel was responsible for getting Kessel a new stick during games when one snapped. Continue reading “Is Jake Guentzel a Conn Smythe Contender?”
I don’t care who should have won, who might have won, or who deserved to win Game 1 of the 2017 Stanley Cup Final. I’m concerned with who did win. And the Pittsburgh Penguins grabbed the game last night, despite their foibles and fault lines. Continue reading “We’ll Take It: Penguins Snatch Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final”
A hospital attendant rolled me down the hallway into a spacious physical therapy room. Fresh off of spinal fusion surgery, I waited my turn for a physical therapist to work with me on the simple things: getting out of a chair, walking, and climbing stairs. After such a surgery, which includes cutting through muscle, bone grafts, and rods, every patient requires daily PT post-operation. Continue reading “Watching Game 7 from a Hospital Bed”
In my last post, I argued that Marc-Andre Fleury was not the fault line upon which the Penguins fractured in Game 3 against the Ottawa Senators. The team needed to give its goaltender a few pucks in the net and the blue line had to stiffen up. Continue reading “Penguins Blue Line Play Changes Complexion of Series”
If he’s not the most loyal Pittsburgh Penguin to don a uniform, Marc-Andre Fleury certainly makes it onto the team’s Mount Rushmore in that regard. Loyalty stirs the sentiments, but “what about play?” one might ask.
Continue reading “Marc-Andre Fleury is Not the Problem”
Phil Kessel can push his own buttons. Throughout Game 2 of the 2017 Eastern Conference Finals, the camera caught Kessel broadcasting his internal monologue on the bench, shaking his head and castigating himself out loud. Continue reading “Thank You Phil: Penguins Even Up Series”