Game 28: Game? What game?
The following NHL game review was calibrated to match the focus, clarity, coherence and urgency of the Toronto Maple Leafs this evening...
Hello. How are you? I am fine. Thank you. How are you?
I just stubbed my toe. I think it's bleeding.
It's so cold. Freezing! Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'm just complaining. I don't know. It seemed cold a few minutes ago when I tossed a pillow on my deck, lay down without my coat or shoes and just stared up into the dark skies.
Do you think we're alone in the universe? Or somewhere out there, on another planet, in another galaxy, are there other sports fans who are now staring into the dark skies and thinking about the universe and wondering why?
It was nice to see Walter Gretzky tonight.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was dispatched to the airport to track down Team Canada?
It was February 1998. Our hockey guys had just imploded in Nagano. No medals! I was working the evening shift on The Star's city desk and my assignment editor said: "Go to the airport and get us a story on disappointment."
"What?" I said.
"Just do it," she replied.
Angelina Jolie's new movie with Johnny Depp does not sound promising. It's weird. I mean, on paper, you would think this would work. It should have worked.
Anyway, about an hour later I'm running around Pearson, begging anybody with a badge to help me find Team Canada. Please. Help me. I'm lost. Where should I go?
It seemed hopeless.
A few minutes later – boom! – I'm face-to-face(s) with some of Canada's best hockey players at the time, including Al MacInnis, Rod Brind'Amour, Ray Bourque, Martin Brodeur and Chris Pronger. (Why does that last name sound familiar this evening? Why?)
I recall trying to get a quick interview with Wayne Gretzky as he was fumbling with his suitcase near a limo. Janet was there. But he was like: "Not now, not now. Not now. Not now, not now."
Seriously, that's all he said. It was like I was trying to interview the Rain Man.
But that Walter, what a prince!
He did an interview and introduced me to a few other people. Experience counts, I guess. Maturity is a virtue. I met my deadline that night.
I also remember Rob Blake saying: "We tried but it didn't work out the way we wanted it to. It's disappointing."
I was watching a little TV earlier tonight. Not sure what it was. There were some guys skating around in circles and using sticks to direct a small black piece of rubber toward a net. Well, actually, it looked like they were trying to miss the net.
Not sure. Not now.
There were also several shots of the crowd. Everybody in that building was fidgety and frowning and agitated. There was booing and heckling. It all seemed so desperate and wrong.
Yes, for sure, my toe is bleeding.
When you think about it, really think about it, pictures are bizarre.
A moment in time captured for eternity? What if you're not smiling? What if your eyes are closed?
What if you miss your chance to shine?
Here's an article about rodent gender.
PHOTO: DOES IT EVEN MATTER AT THIS POINT?