I was gonna let my fellow Hurricane bloggers tell this tale...until I read this Ned Barnett line in an Edmonton Sun piece:
Not that there aren't hockey fans here. But not in the sense of fans who know
much about hockey or even attempt to do so.
He's great copy isn't he? Possible reasons for Cousin Ned's take:
1. He want's to be edgy and controversial so his blather might land him a job outside Raleigh.
2. He thinks he's fulfilling that journalists role of "talking truth to power."
3. He's ignorant about hockey and we all know ignorance breeds contempt.
4. All of the above.
Tonight, he'll get to the RBC early. He'll use the special entrance just for journalists and take the special elevator up into pigeon heaven. His first stop off the elevator will be the buffet line where he'll chow down on chips and those little egg rolls. Eventually he'll waddle over to his special place on journalists row. He'll kibitz with his fellow journalists and pretend to watch the contest while he talks Star Trek and American Idol with Jerry Sullivan. When it's all over, he'll take some free grub for the road and exit in the same fashion as he entered, never having the occasion to run into any Hurricane fans. Then he'll go home to his laptop in his mother's basement, consult the Manatees (South Park reference) and write tomorrow's column. Ahhhh, brilliance at work!!!
Hey Caniacs. If you have the opportunity to run into this clown at the local adult video store or Toys R Us, please tell him what hockey fans think of his snotty little drivel.