I’ll Take Potpourri For A Thousand, Alex
Not that my blog is particularly focused in the first place, but I’m due to unload a whole crapload of half-baked thoughts. Some may be on the same page as you, some may be a complete waste of seconds of your life, but hey – I’m pretty sure it was the variable interval schedule of rewards that got the rats coming back the most in the Skinner box, so it only makes sense. Start hitting the lever, my pretties….
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My BlackBerry only allows me to send 160 characters in a text. Hey phone, you’re not Twitter. My archaic, older machines used to let me go long and send it in two parts, but my new one won’t? ….At least I don’t have to use AT&T like iPhonies, I guess….
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The NHL Network did interviews with Sidney Crosby and Ryan Miller post-Olympics, and largely focused on the final goal. I realize Ryan Miller’s head is shaped like an ice cream cone, but did we really have to sit him down and give him those few extra licks? The guy was all over him, like the last goal was a Miller meltdown. Hockey plays kinda happen quickly there, Tom Brokaw.
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Crosby turned down the chance to do the Top Ten on Letterman, as he has before. My guess for “why?” is because there’s nothing more patronizing than reciting jokes about hockey written by people who have zero idea about the sport to begin with. Okay, team, we need ten jokes involving sticks, ice and gold. Let the hilarity begin.
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I used to chat with my mom after a close playoff game I was in, and she’d say that at times she was near a complete and utter emotional meltdown …yet I never was. It occurred to me after the Canada/US final that Mom is right – when you care about the result of a game, it’s far easier (stress-wise) to be playing than watching.
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Let’s bring this picture into focus: Nobody is ever allowed to say “eye-hand” in reference to “hand-eye” coordination again, okay? Good talk.
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Commentators always give goalies shit for looking behind them like they’re shaky, which they might be. But if it’s your goalie, aren’t you glad he’s doing it? If he isn’t certain he has full possession, isn’t it kinda like crossing the street…. no harm in checking? If you aren’t sure, damn straight have a glance, and sooner than later. I don’t need a puck limping across my goal line, thanks.
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I have a petty grudge against American Olympian Ryan Suter for calling me a “bender” in college a half-dozen times, so I’d like to take this opportunity to extend a retro-active, Canadian “ha-ha” to him (said like Nelson from the Simpsons) on his crushing overtime defeat. What’s that you say? He’s rich, in the NHL, and an Olympic silver medalist? Touché.
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Best backhand(s) in the NHL: Patrick Kane, Evgeni Malkin, Henrik Zetterberg. Come accept your awards.
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I’m stoked about The Marriage Ref, even though it has nothing to do with marriage. Really, it’s just a topic for three really funny people to BS about. Consider my DVR set.
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For this years trendy, surprise Stanley Cup champion pick, I predict people predicting San Jose. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to, based on their past playoff failures. Thus, it’s a talented team that people shouldn’t pick – the perfect formula for all us talking heads to take as a “shocker that might come true”. The goal isn’t to be right – hell, being right in the majority might actually be worse than being wrong. So here comes everyones attempts at “right in the minority”. See, look what a great hockey mind I am!
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As I’m fairly tall, and somehow I shrink all my shirts up over time, I think I see how old men end up wearing their pants under their nipples. Shirts miraculously get shorter, so the pants gotta come up to compensate. I’m like the Hardy Boys, knocking out one mystery at a time.
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In Tiger’s apology speech, everytime he started to tear up, he put it on lock and got it together. Isn’t that the ultimate testament to the guy’s mental ability? To just put the kibosh on tears and re-focus? Impressive.
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And last, if you feel like reading a real column I wrote, you can check out my thoughts on why it’s harder to score towards the end of the season, for USA Today. I think that’s enough mind-puke for one day. Happy Tuesday. Not the biggest day in the sports world. You may have spend time with your family today. ….Ugh.


I'm a hockey player turned writer. After playing for Alaska Anchorage in the WCHA (NCAA), I carried on with an NHL tryout (New York Islanders in 2007) before spending a couple seasons in the AHL/ECHL (last year was 2008-09). My father, Bob Bourne, won four Stanley Cups with the Islanders in the '80's, as did my fiancee's dad, Clark Gillies. I'm now the web editor for theScore's hockey blog "Backhand Shelf."