Thursday, May 6, 2010

Lord Stanley, thee i love to hate

It has been a couple weeks since I turned into a sort of self-pity-driven hermit. Finally tho, it seems like I have gathered enough of me back together to wipe the sleep boogers off my eyes (I may or may not have savored them) and step out into the sunshine from this mental fort I have created.
"What prompted this terrible mourning?" you may not be asking yourself. Well its quite simple my fellow cyber-inhabitant, the goddamn vancouver canucks.
Let it be noted that I'm not talking about the colloquial Canucks for whom i have nothing but pleasant feelings (so long as they are not of this type).
but rather these canucks:




Yes, the Vancouver canucks eliminated my beloved Los Angeles Kings from the stanley cup playoffs and that is the reason why i have been in mourning.
But while i am saddened by this, i cannot say that I am disappointed. As far as the Kings season goes, it was actually one that brought mostly enormous joy.
Remembering the fact that no one even picked LA to make it to the playoffs , it was quite nice to see my team go down fighting. i only hope next season brings even more joy and perhaps more commercials like this:




Go Kings Go.


as far as the canucks go,
i actually wish them luck.

But all my whining aside, I must note that man, these years playoffs have been something else.
From the Canadiens upsetting Washington to the the nail biting Phoenix-Detroit series, I cannot remember any other recent (all sports counting) post season as engaging as this has been. The NHL, a league that could have been considered a walking corpse seems to be experiencing a revival, and I am glad to see so because although I might be heartbroken, I still cannot help but to love this event and time of year.
this carries me to my next point: this hockey revival is in ways like this revival.
How? well for my coveted demographic of skinny jeans wearing 18-30 hockey presents a sport to rally behind while still looking "alternative" yet not doing any actual work.
The hell with fixed gears and fixie hipsters i say! its time for a new wave of pretentious "going against the grain"-ness to drown the minds of kids who want to be different by being similar to each other and time to put cycling to rest.
the transition will not even be that difficult.
hipsters like obscure things, hockey is vintage yet obscure.
instead of daddy paying for the newest messenger bag, he can now pay for the closest-to-the-ice tickets.
Hockey even supports the growing of beards!

So that's right friends, instead of saying your into cycling while all your training actually consists of perfecting your "trackstand" make hockey your new love!

you can even wear your beards to the stadium.