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Category Archives: Hockey roadtrips
Nous Sommes Tous Canadiens
In the service of honesty, I will open two crucial caveats. First, I am a Caps fan, but I have lost the fanatic team loyalty of my youth, when I would videotape and rerun Greg Maddux on the mound for the Atlanta Braves during my teenage years or when I convinced myself that the Buffalo Bills lost their fourth Superbowl in part because I unfroze my clenched lotus position during halftime to eat dinner. I follow the Caps, I follow hockey in general, I’ve loved this blog…but my fandom is one primarily of player-attachment (I have a great fondness for Ovi) and a general sense of teams or players I like (the Caps, Brooks Laich, the Wings) and teams or players I can’t stand (the Rangers, Matt Cooke, Semin when he seems like he doesn’t care). So, this post resonates more with the lovely meditation on Montréal hockey culture recently posted by pucksandbooks than a close reading of Holtby v. Varalamov v. Neuvirth. (Although, I do agree that the Holtby demotion is nonsensical.)
The second caveat? I am a doctoral student in English literature living in Manhattan. Which explains why I’m going to quote William Wordsworth on how to write poetry. (Sorry.) The key, he says, is to write only after a profound experience in order to best capture “emotions recollected from tranquility.” Have the upheaval, be boulversé if we’re going to be bi-lingual, and analyze it later. And that’s what I’m trying my best to do here. Continue reading
The A’s Grueling Grind, and a Carousel of Goalies
The Hershey Bears (39-21-1-4) dropped a shootout decision in Portland, Maine, last night. Let’s just hope their bus driver is fresher than the skaters he’ll convoy through week’s end. When John Walton told me last weekend that beginning Saturday night … Continue reading
The View from Hostility’s Hotseat
The few (very), the proud, the *very* brave — Caps’ fans attending a game in Philadelphia against the Flyers . . . while wearing their heroes’ colors. Yes, they exist. Tuesday night I saw them, spoke with them, and most … Continue reading
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