Hate to say it, but Bruce Springsteen concerts are even better than hockey. L.A Sports Arena, 4-27-2012.
Photo by Steve Hymon.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Bruuuuce!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
A view of the Ansel Adams Wilderness
Hey look -- another non-hockey photo on this blog! Don't like it? Well kiss this -- it's my stupid blog! I get to post whatever I want and you should be thankful I'm not posting pics of kittens dressed up like Ovechkin.
As for this brilliantly composed and executed image, it was taken at Mammoth Mountain at the top of good ol' chair 12, which provides access to the chair 14 outpost -- a good place to hide from crowds, bosses, etc.
--S.H.
As for this brilliantly composed and executed image, it was taken at Mammoth Mountain at the top of good ol' chair 12, which provides access to the chair 14 outpost -- a good place to hide from crowds, bosses, etc.
--S.H.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
A new hockey statistic: the talk to play ratio
My game last night was at 7:30. I got to the rink about 6:30 so I could spend the hour before the game talking about hockey.
The game ended about 8:45 -- we won, we rule, thanks for asking -- and I finally vacated the locker room about 9:45 after wallowing in my own sweat and some tasty beer. We talked about hockey.
We then proceeded to the bar across the street, vacating the premises about midnight. Again, the conversation centered mostly on hockey.
So that was about 255 minutes of talking about hockey compared to maybe 25 minutes of actually playing it. Thus my new statistic: the Talk-to-Play Hockey Ratio.
Using last night's example, 255 minutes divided by 25 minutes play time equals a 10.2 ratio. In other words, for every minute I play hockey, I sit around and talk about it for 10.2 minutes.
Not bad, but clearly there's room for improvement. By which I mean my ratio could be higher. After all, one of the best things about hockey is that no matter how much you may suck it on a regular basis, there's always something to chat about.
--S.H.
The game ended about 8:45 -- we won, we rule, thanks for asking -- and I finally vacated the locker room about 9:45 after wallowing in my own sweat and some tasty beer. We talked about hockey.
We then proceeded to the bar across the street, vacating the premises about midnight. Again, the conversation centered mostly on hockey.
So that was about 255 minutes of talking about hockey compared to maybe 25 minutes of actually playing it. Thus my new statistic: the Talk-to-Play Hockey Ratio.
Using last night's example, 255 minutes divided by 25 minutes play time equals a 10.2 ratio. In other words, for every minute I play hockey, I sit around and talk about it for 10.2 minutes.
Not bad, but clearly there's room for improvement. By which I mean my ratio could be higher. After all, one of the best things about hockey is that no matter how much you may suck it on a regular basis, there's always something to chat about.
--S.H.
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