Stoppage of play
Yeah, it's been kind of a bleak autumn so far. Mainly because of that whole election thingie this month (my God, that was this month!), but it's felt like something else was missing. It wasn't until I found myself rereading Full Spectrum, by Jay Greenberg, that I realized how much I missed major-league hockey.
Remember hockey? A bunch of oversized Canadians and Europeans with consonant-laden surnames hitting each other and occasionally shooting something called a "puck" at a guy too bashful (or, more often, embarrassed) to show his face?
Sigh. Those were the days.
The problem with the Greenberg book is that it's a history of the Flyers' first three decades. When the last two decades and change consist of desperate attempts to recapture the glory, it gets a little depressing. But it's a Philadelphia sports book. It has to be depressing.
The amazing thing about the book is how many guys have donned the orange and black and then retreated into anonymity. Ah, for the glory days of Claude Boivin. And who can forget the stirring moments of drama provided by Blake Dunlop? These guys aren't even trivia questions, because the people who write trivia questions haven't heard of them.


Link - posted by Boots @ 11/26/2004 11:46:00 AM