DennyMcLain
01-20-2006, 06:27 PM
In the early 1990's, I was a huge hockey fan (even have an unopened box of 90-91 WHL cards). The Legion of Doom in Philly. Gretzky/Kurri/McSorely et al out here in Los Angeles. Montreal was still good. Winnipeg still had a team, as did Hartford (I suppose the Whalers were never a REAL team, so I guess they don't count).
I used to skate at the old Iceoplex in North Hills, where the Kings used to practice (you could sit at Brandon's Restaurant -- which later became McDonald's -- and watch the practices). I met Tony Granato and McSorely and Kelly Hrudey (my god, I had forgotten his name and actually had to Google that one, even though he was a King for something like 52 years!!!). Saw Gretzky once hop into his Benz with his hot wife, but that's pretty much how close anybody got to that fucking prick.
But then something happened. The league, IMO, began to lose it's character. Maybe it was the injection of Scandinavian boredom coupled with 15 syllable Eastern European names. I remember the shit Ron Hextall used to pull, and the hype that was Eric Lindros. Stu Grimson always throwing down, and the Oates/Hull combo in St. Louis. For some reason, the NHL became less and less colorful as time went on. Now, I'm lucky if I catch 10 games a season -- on television!
I check out the scores in the paper, and 3/4 of the names I cannot pronounce. I watch these players interviewed, and they sound as vanilla bland as Ted Koppel. What the fuck happened to this league? Or is it just me, a person raised with baseball and college basketball who didn't realize my love for the NHL was only just a fad?
I used to skate at the old Iceoplex in North Hills, where the Kings used to practice (you could sit at Brandon's Restaurant -- which later became McDonald's -- and watch the practices). I met Tony Granato and McSorely and Kelly Hrudey (my god, I had forgotten his name and actually had to Google that one, even though he was a King for something like 52 years!!!). Saw Gretzky once hop into his Benz with his hot wife, but that's pretty much how close anybody got to that fucking prick.
But then something happened. The league, IMO, began to lose it's character. Maybe it was the injection of Scandinavian boredom coupled with 15 syllable Eastern European names. I remember the shit Ron Hextall used to pull, and the hype that was Eric Lindros. Stu Grimson always throwing down, and the Oates/Hull combo in St. Louis. For some reason, the NHL became less and less colorful as time went on. Now, I'm lucky if I catch 10 games a season -- on television!
I check out the scores in the paper, and 3/4 of the names I cannot pronounce. I watch these players interviewed, and they sound as vanilla bland as Ted Koppel. What the fuck happened to this league? Or is it just me, a person raised with baseball and college basketball who didn't realize my love for the NHL was only just a fad?