Last June for us hockey fans starving for big sport legitimacy, we had achieved the “Holy Grail!!” The Stanley Cup, for the 1st time, would be in Hollywood! This is it, Kim, Lindsay, Britney, and Paris would all be sipping Champagne from the cup. We dreamed of Denzel, David Becham, Kobe, and the entire team of Victoria Secret Models in nothing but oversized hockey jerseys posing and partying with our Championship trophy (strictly for clarification purposes Denzel, David, and Kobe are all in suits!!). The parade would be big, the parties would be loud, and our game would finally be in neon lights.
But in the true NHL backwater tradition, where the toilet stalls in our arenas have no doors, we have grabbed a lock out from the Jaws of shear glory. I’m not here to pick sides. Nor will I delve into the financial analysis of each side’s platform in this dispute (save that for another day). You will get but one thought, NHL owners and their executive, you had a chance to have the Young Stars of your game parading through Hollywood with the Stanley Cup...
I just can’t believe you didn’t see what we all saw!
Hold Tight!
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