Posts Tagged ‘stanley cup’

Al Arbour will be coaching the Islanders for tonight’s game against the Penguins. It’s a publicity stunt aimed at getting Arbour his 1500th game coached. Publicity stunt or not, of course I will be watching. I’d go to the game, but I don’t want to have to sell a kidney to be able to afford tickets and parking.

Last week we ordered a new sports package from Optimum that gives us the NHL Classics channel. I have been in my glory watching this channel. I’ve watched the Islanders win the cup against the Oilers, I’ve watched old favorites like Marcel Dionne and Rick Vaive in their glory days. Nostalgia takes over and I’m once again on Hempstead Turnpike in front of the Coliseum with thousands of other drunken, ecstatic Islander fans celebrating our first Stanley Cup. Or I’m in my mother’s house at another one of her famous Playoff Parties, all our friends there, the house erupting in shouts of joy every time the Islanders scored.

I want to relive all of this, to watch once again the games I experienced in person; Bossy scoring 50 games, the 15 game win streak of 82, the game where carried around a banner that said May The Fourth Be With You (which was later stolen), the Cup winning game against the North Stars, which will always and forever be the best sporting event I have ever attended.

Of all the sports teams I have loved, there has been no relationship like mine with the Islanders. They are, even more than the Yankees (who have been in my life longer), so much a part of the fabric of my life. The passion I have for them, and for hockey, is part nostalgia, part loyalty, and all about the love of a game.

I watched a classic game with my son (the Ranger fan) yesterday; another Islander cup victory. As we saw the team celebrating on the ice I rattled off the names of the players, recognizing them all by face and not jersey. My son was astounded and, dare I say, impressed. He thinks of me as this casual sports fan who can’t possibly know as much as he does, and when I looked at the tv and said “there’s Dave Langevin and Billy Carroll and Clark Gillies….” I could tell he was surprised. We almost had a bonding moment there until he saw a small nostalgic tear form in my eye.

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” in that disgusted way that only a 14 year old can affect.
I shot back, “Aren’t you the kid that cried when the Rangers got knocked out of the playoffs?”

And there went the possibility of bonding over hockey. It just can’t happen when you are diametrically opposed, team-wise.

So yes, I will watch tonight’s publicity stunt with a smile, remembering all the joy Al Arbour’s coaching skills brought to my life in the 80’s. Shame I have to live in the glory of the past.

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My tits should have won the Conn Smythe!

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Wearing of the Ducks

wearing of the ducks

I’m a New York Islander fan (sad as that may be these days). Todd, being from California and all, is a big Ducks fan.

Unfortunately, he has to work late tonight and won’t be home until the third period. Which leaves me to wear his lucky jersey.

I did the same Monday night and as soon as I put it on, they scored. Then Todd informed me that if I rubbed my tits vigorously, the hockey gods would be pleased. So I did. And the Ducks scored again.

Looks like I will be rubbing again tonight.

But not often. The hockey gods do not like greediness.

The Ducks can do their part for the war on terror by winning tonight and keeping the cup in America.


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